The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 05

Rebecca immediately surrendered to the vibrating dildo and did her best to blank out of her mind what was happening and what had happened in her life since she had been arrested in the store. In her mind, she was in a tent in the woods with her old boyfriend. He was massaging her clit with his left hand while pushing in and out of her pussy. Rebecca rolled her eyes up, bit her lip, opened her mouth, closed her eyes and panted out a loud "Ahh," as she came thinking of a year ago.

When Neck administered a vibrating dildo on Angela, she just closed her eyes and focused on the sensation. From the cookie, the situation and her natural inclinations, she was totally ready to display an orgasm for the crowd. Her "Fick, Fick, Fick" turned to heavy breathing before she quivered, curled her toes and blushed from head to toe.

While Angela started breathing again, the bidding began on Rebecca. Angela didn't try to follow the auctioneer's tuneful babble. Had she listened, she would have heard that Rebecca went to the big cruiser, The Alabama, named after the famous Confederate raider, for $20,500,000.

Rebecca was relieved. She was a valuable piece of property on a decent boat. She should survive her criminal indenture sentence unless she misbehaved. There was no point in thinking about what she would do after that.

Angela did not pay any more attention to her own auction than she had to the auction of Millie or Rebecca. Indeed, after calming down from her orgasm, she'd been focusing on how ugly the building was. Even the government buildings are built with more attention to aesthetics in Europe, Angela thought, although she could not have said that in any language in her mental state. Also, it seemed like the flag on the wall was waving at her and the cross in the center of the stars of the modified stars and bars seemed to be dancing a bit.

Angela was later told that she had set a record, selling to the Rising Sun for $114,000,000. Neck was very pleased as he went from being very wealthy to being very, very wealthy. Killer thought he'd ask for a raise.

The branding irons were being heated with blow torches. In 2045 there were a lot more modern and energy-efficient ways to brand a woman, but the citizens of the Free American States Under God prided themselves on not being modern or energy efficient.

Rebecca started hyperventilating as soon as she saw them heating Alabama's 'A' brand for her butt. Having grown up in the Free States and already having a 'T' brand on her shoulder, Rebecca knew what was coming, that it would hurt like hell, and that no one would hold it against her if she screamed her head off.

Rebecca did scream her head off, but the men doing the job knew how to go deep enough to leave a permanent mark but not so deep as to do nerve or muscle damage. The wound was cleaned, bandaged and wrapped in cellophane so that it would not heal too soon.

Angela thought first that she could hardly believe that this was really happening. Maybe it was all one big hallucination. As she saw the iron get red hot, she told herself in an incoherent way that it probably wasn't much worse than some things dentists do and that some animal rights activists volunteered to be branded just to make a point. She kept telling herself that until the metal hit her rump. She screamed for a few seconds as Rebecca had done.

Next, though, came the dopamine rush, and Angela began not to know what was pain and what was pleasure. Neck grabbed the vibrator-dildo again. Angela focused on the vibrations in her vagina and on her clitoris. Soon, Angela had an intense orgasm on top of the throbbing pain in her ass even while ointment, bandages and cellophane were applied.

"Shit, Angie," Neck exclaimed. "You are some sort of fucking genius."

To the extent Angela could think at all, she did not feel like any kind of genius.

With that, Neck and Killer left Angela's life for weeks, and the Rising Sun and its owners and operators assumed the role in her life that they were to have for two decades.

ANGELA LEARNS

The "fucking genius" did not need education on how to give or have pleasure through sex. But the goal of the Rising Sun Gaming Corporation was not to maximize the creation of pleasure but to maximize the creation of profits for the Rising Sun Gaming Corporation. Reaching the goal was not all fun and games.

After being allowed another night's rest, Angela was taken to be trained to fulfill her purpose as a production unit for the corporation. Because she already knew so much, her training consisted of only a lecture and a few demonstrations. Most of the students took weeks to learn things Angela already knew about how to please men, how to deflect them from doing something uncomfortable, and how to leave them thinking they were the greatest lovers since Casanova, all while making yourself as happy as possible.

There were only a few other students going through training at this time, Angela and Rebecca, and sixteen women purchased by boats from other markets. Four of these sixteen had "T" brands on the shoulder like Rebecca, three had 'S' brands, two had "M" brands, while the other seven had only the boat brands on their derriere that they all had.

Millie was not among the trainees. For where she was going, no training was needed.

The training room was just a basketball gym on which a number of wrestling pads had been thrown. Upon entering the gym, the whole class of 18 were told to strip completely and to stand in a line.

The instructor was also naked. She was middle aged but a very fit middle aged with an hourglass figure and hair that only showed the least touch of gray.

The instructor, who had a 'T" on her shoulder and an 'MR' brand on her derriere, started by saying, "Ladies, and we will address each other as 'ladies' and otherwise treat each other in a civil manner as human beings despite our situation. We will have the whole group together for only a little while before we divide the class according to the type of boat to which you will be heading after the training.

"The boats have decided, though, that some basic training can be most economically provided by speaking jointly to women taken into the indentured sex servitude system. They have also given trainers considerable freedom to be honest with women coming into the system and don't tell the preachers, but we even cheat on a few of their rules as to what can be done on dry land.

"First, let me introduce myself. I am Cassie Chadham, and I have spent eight years on the Moulin Rouge in penal servitude after being convicted of forgery for writing numerous checks to myself with my employer's signature. I was 40 when I was convicted, and now after three children conceived on the Moulin Rouge and more fucks than I can possibly remember, it has been decided that my duties should include giving instructions on how to survive being an indentured servant on a sex boat. Presumably, I will do this for a few days a month along with my usual duties as a sex object for the next 12 years, but who knows? The owners of the boats change their minds from time to time.

"In many countries, my twenty-year sentence for forgery would seem rather harsh, but I was informed that forgers were routinely hung in the 18th Century, and I should consider myself lucky.

"I can't say that I agree with reasoning based on what was thought right in the 18th Century, but my main point is that I do not consider myself better than any of you. Seven of you simply failed to repay a debt, and others may have just been caught coveting thy neighbor's husband, making love to another woman, stealing a loaf of bread, or, just maybe, done nothing wrong at all.

"Angela, here, is a special case who did not grow up in the Free States or get here through the common channels. Angie, for your benefit, I will say that the brands with a 'T' mean that the woman was convicted of some sort of crime involving property so both me, a forger, and shoplifters have a 'T.' 'S' means a sexual offence which could be anything to do with sex or gender banned in the Bible.

"'M' stands for murderer. Mind you, people who commit what would be considered murder in Germany would not be in this class. If they were not hung or electrocuted, they would be placed in prison, or perhaps if they were very attractive, in one of the boats that do not send women here for training because they are constantly kept in bondage.

"The women here who have an 'M' were convicted of involvement in abortion or use of some form of birth control. This is considered murder in the Free American States under God, but persons convicted of these crimes are not all considered so violent that they cannot be placed on a sex boat and fucked for the profit of some boat's owners.

"Angela became indentured because she signed a contract and lost a game. For those of those who don't know, Angela's sale set the record for the highest price.

"I must admit that I am a tad jealous of Angela because she is going to have a much easier life on the boat than I had on the Moulin Rouge because the Rising Sun is going to treat her like a prize thoroughbred. The boat will run careful security to make very certain that she is kept beautiful and healthy enough to maintain a high market price. If I were to damage Angela in any way, my life would not be worth a plugged nickel.

"This leads us, though, to the first and most important lesson that I must teach you, which is the difference between a call girl and a Free States indentured servant, more easily referred to as a sex slave.

"Unless she has a very controlling pimp, a prostitute can generally control what she does and what customers she can take. A sex slave does exactly what she is told to do.

"A call girl can generally control whether she has a baby. You will all get pregnant unless you are infertile for some natural reason and cannot be made fertile, even given all the fertility drugs and technology available in 2045. The preachers believe that sex without the possibility of pregnancy is very sinful.

"And a call girl certainly does not have to put up with a customer who wants to cause her pain for the fun of it, but you all will have to do whatever you are told by the customer to do unless you justifiably believe it will cause permanent damage to the property, and you'd better not be wrong because the boats think they have taken care of security already."

Cassie pulled out an electrical device from somewhere and said, "This is one of the fancy new electric prods that can cause mild pleasure or great pain depending on the settings. It is not capable of doing any permanent damage, though."

She then fiddled with the prod a little and announced. "It should now be as painful as all hell." She touched her own thigh with it and exclaimed, "Holy Shit," before dropping the device.

"Now, Angela, here is a demonstration of the difference between an escort and a slave. When you were working in St. Pauli, if a man had ever asked you to hold out your breasts to be tortured, would you have agreed."

"Of course not," Angela replied sheepishly.

"Now come here, Ms. 114 million bucks and present your breasts."

"Oh, Scheiss," Angela said. The other women grimaced, even the ones that had resented Angela before.

"You heard me, Angela," Cassie said. "If I have to call someone in to get you to obey orders, the Rising Sun will be informed, and that will result in very different treatment on the boat."

Angela came forward with the level of enthusiasm that would be expected, stopped a foot or two from Cassie and closed her eyes.

"Now, I am going to give you a shock. It will probably hurt much worse than it hurt for me because I am somewhat used to such treatment, and I dropped the device before I could touch myself long."

Angela gritted her teeth. Cassie touched her left breast with the prod. Angela screamed. Cassie pulled the prod away a few seconds later.

"Now, ladies, you may be asking yourself if I am totally sick and I don't know myself. Maybe I did get just a little pleasure out of causing Angela so much pain.

But my point was that there is a vast difference between being a call girl and a sex slave. The Free States have laws, and the boats have economic incentives, which together should prevent any of you from getting seriously hurt physically, but you all have no rights to be in control of much of anything, and the boats don't give a damn if you suffer some. Moreover, you have nothing much to live for the next years except for the simple pleasures of sex, eating, rest, and just being alive without pain. If you want to keep those simple pleasures, you have to follow every order from the boat managers of the boat you are on and be the very best pleasure machine you can possibly be.

"Now Angela, tell the truth, would you like me to touch your right breast with this infernal gadget."

"Please, please, please don't," Angela replied on the verge of tears.

"Jenny Loo," Cassie said, "why don't you come up here and present your breasts."

Jenny Loo, one of the women without a crime brand, came up with all the enthusiasm that one would expect, and Cassie promptly touched her right nipple with the prod.

Jenny Loo did not like the prod any more than Angela had and screamed like a stuck pig.

"Two lessons there," Cassie said. "First, I picked on Angela to prove that, while some of you are more expensive sex objects than others, you are all sex objects subject to the same awful rules and economic incentives of the boats. You are the property of the boats. Second, by avoiding pain, you might be giving it to another woman, something that should not be held against Angela here as she had no way of knowing what I was going to do. You should keep that in mind, though. If one woman on a boat misbehaves, it often causes the boat to take steps that harm all the women on the boat.

"Women on boats do not see each too much during the average day; just during meals and a few minutes in the shared facilities on whatever boat you are on. You might be able to interact a bit more on some days if the boat decides to hold some sort of party or show for promotional purposes. Also, a lot of the service personel on the boats, such as boat counselors or maids, are also indentured servants and may also be providing sex for customers.You should all treat each other as sisters but, of course, any idea of conspiring to do anything to the detriment of the boat or the Free American States under God had damn well never be discussed."

"Now, a few other points that flow from what I've already told you. Unless told otherwise, you should assume that the customer wants you to make him as happy as you can in every way you can imagine and that he wants you to be as happy as you can be while putting his pleasure first and following all of his instructions. Of course, you are allowed to use every trick you know or that I am going to teach you to accomplish all that.

"Most of the time, you are going to be too tired to even think of wanting sexual contact with another woman on the boat, but, anyway, it's not allowed and severely punished. The preachers have agreed that men in the Free States can have sexual pleasure outside marriage, and it's fine for us to enjoy sex with customers, but any sexual pleasure for women on the boat must come in connection with serving customers. The boats think that is ok as it causes us to concentrate on what makes them money. Fortunately, for some of us, there are also female customers from time to time coming from outside our most holy Free American States under God. The preachers decided that was alright because ...., well, who the hell knows how those guys think. Probably it has to do with the fact that the boats make money off all customers and the boats often pay money to the preachers.

"Another thing to keep in mind is that basically being the property of one of the boats, you all can be sold to another boat. This does not happen much, but occasionally a boat decides it can make more money by selling you than working you. Most often, this happens because a woman who is on a high-end boat has failed to perform fully as a pleasure machine. In the worst cases, a woman might be sold to one of the harsh boats in which women are basically treated as meat. I am certain that none of you will want that to happen to you.

"It has also occurred that a woman becomes so popular on one of the low-end all-you-can-fuck boats that the boat she's on can profit by selling her to a high-end boat that can make more money off her by selling her at a high hourly rate." The low-end boats need women that men find worth paying to fuck, but they don't need superstars as they are not charging by the woman but just by the number of hours on the boat."

After receiving lectures on boat safety and tornado warnings and procedures, Angela was sent to the Rising Sun. It was hot, and all Angela was given to wear on the trip was a UV protective robe and high heels.

On the ride over, a Rising Sun employee with the title of Product Manager, Bob, told her how lucky she was to be going on the Rising Sun. "The Rising Sun, with a capacity of almost 300 women, is the height of class and actually cruises some of the year. Of course, now, during hurricane season, it is tightly secured to shore and can be evacuated to a shelter quickly, but, come Winter, you'll get a change of scenery out of your window as the ship travels up and down the river until the flood season starts.

"Most of the boats don't move at all. Maybe, though, that doesn't matter much as there isn't much in the way of windows or time to look out of them on the low-end boats. Some of those boats have over 600 women, but they don't even give them their own rooms, and they are run more like barns than bordellos.

"And boy, to get back to the Rising Sun," Bob said, "the Rising Sun has many of the wealthiest customers from both the Free States and other countries. If you play your cards right, in a few weeks, you might even get on some private yacht with some billionaire or another."

The first thing that happened after Angela boarded the Rising Sun was that Angela was introduced to a nurse, herself an indentured servant, who removed her IUD. Per FASUG laws, Angela would not be protected from pregnancy for twenty years unless somehow the FASUG laws changed.

The nurse liked to chat and told Angela how beautiful she was and how the nurse was certain that the customers would love her. When she saw that Angela had seen the 'M' on her shoulder, she explained that she was a penal servant herself because she'd helped a doctor who helped women get birth control. "I'd be in prison now, except the sheriff decided that I was attractive enough that men would pay to have sex with me. The Rising Sun bought me, although frankly, I am not quite up to their level for beauty, certainly not like you, Angie, but the boat thought that with me being able to double as a nurse that I'd be a good purchase. So, here I am, doing what the boat says and helping women with their problems when I'm not serving customers like the rest of the women below deck here.

"The Rising Sun doesn't charge as much for me as for the prettier and shapelier girls, but some customers say they prefer a woman who is not drop-dead gorgeous like you are, honey. Not that I'm knocking you or the men who will soon be enjoying your charms.

Angela was introduced to some of the ship's crew. Everyone was civil. The First Mate said that the captain sent his regrets but would be around to see her eventually. The first mate did not avert his eyes from Angela's nude body and concluded the interview by saying, "Maybe if I get a bonus this year, we can become much better acquainted."

Many of the crew members were themselves indentured servants, and of those, a couple of them were attractive young men. Angela would later learn that some of the boat's customers liked to watch attractive young people have sex and that she would occasionally be having sex with these crew members. She also learned that the men with 'S' on their shoulders were probably gay and might be doing a lot of acting in pretending to be thrilled by sex with a woman. One of them told Angela, "There would be a lot fewer people on earth if gay men couldn't pretend to enjoy sex with women. In the Free States, often if you try to have the sort of sex partner you'd really like, you might well become a convicted criminal like me."