The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 07

Killer said nothing.

In Casper, Killer asked Wayne to go to a nice bar while Killer proceeded to fuck Lena in the back seat of the SUV with her legs spread wide. It was more rough sex, but Lena did not hesitate a second to welcome Killers cock into her quim. She could hardly move but used her muscles to squeeze the hard invader when his stroke reached the maximum depth. Killer took a long time, given that he had had so much sex recently but still did the old in and out with vigor. Lena came hard once and then again five minutes later as Killer fired his semen into the far reaches of her vagina.

With Lena still having her feet on the back of the front seats and his semen held by gravity in her, Killer told her that if she had the least sense, she'd get a flight from Memphis to Cincinnati or some other place in the SDSA as soon as she landed. Lena thought about what that semen might have done if she were not protected before saying, "No, Neck will be waiting for me in Memphis, and I have important things to look into in the eastern part of the Free States."

"Lena, everyone knows that there are indentured servants all over the Free States from bank foreclosures, and there is prison labor in the prisons. The boats have some of the convicts, some of the women who failed to pay off their loans, and six fancy call girls a year from Europe provided by our mutual acquaintance. There is no scandal in any of that in the eyes of anyone who could do anything about it. The Free States leaders and citizens think it is legally and biblically correct, and foreigners who might complain don't care enough about women who have committed crimes or agreed that they might become indentured servants to do anything that might get in the way of economic relations with the Free States. So, Lena, just go home."

"I think there are much worse things going on than what is publicly known," Lena said. "I just have to find out the details. Do you know if all the convicted women at the auctions did the crime that it is claimed they did?"

"I've heard Neck suggest that they haven't, but it isn't my job to see what the sheriffs who bring in women are doing. I think that your irresistible desire to find out those kinds of details is precisely why you have to get the hell out of the Free States."

"You know, Lewis, I am not going to do that unless you give me a real good reason."

"Go ahead, be a damn fool if you insist and continue your investigations in the Free States if that's what you have to do. But I'm not going to be your new Herbert, Lena. I am not going to make your bed and support you emotionally while you fuck your way around the world playing Nellie Bly, Mata Hari, Batgirl, or Carmen Santiago."

"That's not what I asked of you, but anyway, I can't abandon my work now."

FLORIDA, FISHING, FUCKING AND FALSEHOODS

In the airports, Lena saw some indentured servants working at counters and handling baggage. They could be identified by the badges they wore but otherwise did not look much different from other airline employees. Lena imagined that their pay was worse and hours longer, but that sort of thing varied around the world, and who was to say that an indentured servant shuffling baggage in Memphis was much worse off than a "wage slave" in many other countries.

Neck met Lena in Memphis and took her on a trip from Tunica, Mississippi to as far south as you could go driving southeast in what used to be Florida. The Everglades and much of the rest of what had been South Florida was under the Atlantic. Neck said that there was still excellent bass fishing left around Ocala and that if Lena wanted, they could take pontoon boats out to the islands of Miami and Tampa, cities protected behind high sea walls.

"The Free City of Miami is sort of a less conservative enclave among the Free States, now," Neck explained. "It's rumored that the Dade County Sheriff told his deputies to focus their time on crimes against persons an property, an his deputies don't even arrest queers as long as they don't appear in drag or try to teach schoolchildren. There are folks in the Free States capital in Little Rock who say the Free States Confederacy should establish martial law in Miami to stop all the wokeness there, but so far, that's all just talk."

Lena decided that if Miami was the most liberal part of the Free States that there was no point in going there. Instead, she went on a lake near Tallahassee with Neck in a rented bass boat. The late November weather was nice and warm but not too sunny. They pretended to fish a little, but neither of them was focused on fishing for something with gills. Neck was trying to be charming while admiring Lena's body even more blatantly than usual. Both Lena and Neck saw their chance. Neck wanted Lena's ass. Lena wanted to learn more about overly zealous enforcement of certain laws by Free States sheriffs.

"You wouldn't be interested in seein' what sex with an experienced Free State man is like, would ya, Lena?"

"I might be, but only with a very generous Free States experienced man."

"Well, Lena, I did not think you were quite that sort of a girl."

"No, I am a bit different, but maybe not so different. I find gentlemen who give me interesting information to be incredibly sexy.

"You told me, Neck, in October that you would only disclose confidential business information about your consulting work for the boats during the Winter to someone who provided 'very valuable services.' I am prepared to produce such very valuable services if you could answer some questions about the consulting work you do for the boats with regard to deciding which women they should bid on and which women they should let go to the strict bondage boats."

"Waylll, I guess I could tell you a bit about that if you think that might lead you to find me more handsome, but you'd sure have to keep the source of your information strictly confidential."

"Why, of course, I keep my gentlemen sources strictly confidential, particularly when the information causes me to lose all restraint and do something foolish with a man. I would not want someone to think I was a loose woman on account of me enjoying myself after obtaining useful information," Lena replied.

Such talk went on for some time until Lena determined that she could learn important things, and Neck determined that getting his rocks off with Lena would not get him killed or jailed.

The "interview" that followed involved Lena using her mouth for quick questions and slow fellatio, with breaks for her to process the answers as Neck was taken to the edge and back a dozen times. Editing out most of Lena's questions, Neck's gasps, Lena's slurping and Neck's sighs, what Neck said went pretty much like the following.

"The sheriffs don't tell me nothing about their business, but I see a lot. The boat buyers have their own people to make decisions, an most of the buyers ain't dumb. Still, a few of the boats hire me to attend auctions in the winter when I ain't got no product for sale myself. The only people for sale from November to May are bank foreclosure sales and women convicted of somethin' or other. Most women are handled after October because before that, it's hotter than hell in New Orleans, and there are hurricanes. The auction with Angie only had three women. November should be more like 30 women.

"The boat buyers don't need my help decidin' how attractive women are to potential boat customers, and I don't get paid to go to the foreclosure sales because few of the people for sale by the banks, which includes some men who couldn't pay their debts, are goin' to the boats. I just get called in to help the boat buyers with the convict women that the arrestin' sheriff or judge decided might go to the boats. The hard part is figgerin' out whether the woman in question will fit into a high-class luxury boat, a mid-class boat, a low-end boat or has to be stuck on a bondage boat where it don't matter how the woman feels about the situation. They're just fucked, if you know what I mean.

"Of course, for some, it's easy. If the lady is gagged, ya know, the sheriff decided there's no way to sell her to anyone but a bondage boat. The buyers for those boats can decide how much to bid on a woman as an attractive piece of meat without my help. They ain't gonna bid very much as the demand for women to fuck who are bound and gagged is a pretty narrow speciality market. Believe it or not, most men don't really want to fuck a woman who is totally tied up an gagged. Don't seem sportin', an I'd never do it.

"But much of the time, there is a hard decision to make. You can read about the woman's conviction, and, of course, they're all branded on the arm, which gives you some idea of what's claimed they have done wrong. But that ain't much help. There's some women who committed terrible crimes that work well on the boats, an some that just are in for shopliftin' or adultery that don't work out and have to be sent to a bondage boat after some unlucky or unwise boat company bid more money for them than they're worth.

I can say with pride that no one that I've told a boat to buy had to be re-sold because she couldn't behave on a boat where women are 'pected to entertain. I have maintained that record in part by visitin' the woman when she's on the boat an remindin' her that if she don't like where she is, there's things worse.

"The sheriff or deputy handlin' the sale is supposed to give you honest answers if you ask them pertinent questions. Most of them do, 'cause they know that once they get caught lyin' bad, they're on all the buyers' shit list, an their goods don't ever get a top price again.

"I don't make no moral judgments. If a woman is cryin' all the time, strugglin' or cussin' at everyone what comes close to her, I'm certainly gonna recommend that the buyer not bid much, especially since the sheriff or deputy that brought the woman has probably done his best to get 'er to act like she'd do fine on the boat.

"The women with a 'T', that is, thieves, often work out pretty good, particularly if you read that they were swindlers or embezzlers, somethin' like that. They are used to being dishonest an can act like a fat guy like me screwin' em is the best thing what's ever happened in their lives. Some of 'em pretend long enough. I think they begin to believe it.

"The ones with an 'S' brand have committed some sort of sexual offense, and women with an "M" brand had something to do with abortion or birth control. You might think that some of those two types might work out real good on a sex boat, but it often don't work out that way. You got to check pretty carefully on their background. The lezzies aren't necessarily bad. They can't be too butch, or they wouldn't be up for auction. The ones in for adultery are real difficult to judge. For a lot of them, there ain't no court conviction papers at all, an the woman's been brought in by one of about twenty particular sheriffs. Those sheriffs got reputations are being, well, what shall we say, a bit old-fashioned.

"What do you mean old fashioned?" Lena asked.

"Well, let's just say that they don't think white women should marry men of other races, and it's rumored that women they bring in for adultery didn't do anything but be good Christian wives to men who have a dark complexion. Sometimes I'm told it's enough for a white woman to date a darker-skinned man for those sheriffs to decide that they must have done somethin' illegal. Occasionally, out of some sort of sense of justice, they also bring in dark-skinned women who are married to white men, but that's rare. They mainly think white men marryin' black women do so cause they just can't do any better, although that's a pretty stupid assumption.

"Don't the spouses complain about their wives being convicted without proof?" Lena asked, maintaining a normal tone of voice while suppressing her outrage.

"Sometimes they ain't alive to complain, or maybe they've been told that if they make a nuisance of themselves, their wives will suffer. But hell, if I know. I don't see none of that. I don't get invited to watch the sheriffs work, an I don't go to the bondage boats. I don't see nothin' wrong if you enjoy gettin' it rough or all roped up, but, as I said, I don't fuck women that can barely move. All I know is about 20 sheriffs often bring in pretty women with an 'S' brand but don't have the conviction papers.

"At first, it was just a couple sheriffs, but the number has grown over time as the word got around that you can make a lot of dough sellin' rights to sexually attractive prisoners to the boats. It's grown to be my principle competition in some auctions, an I don't like it. The buyers ain't gonna go all out biddin', for one of my women if the sheriffs have a bunch of pretty gals for sale, even if I know that my women are of much higher quality."

"What do you tell the boats to do on bidding on those 'S" and "M" women?" Lena asked.

"To tell the truth, I kinda feel sorry for some of them women. From November to April, I try to get 'em on as comfortable a boat as I kin justify. Some of em I try to talk to in private to urge em to show a better attitude cause a bad attitude could have real severe consequences for them an not accomplish nothin'. An sometimes I give em a little somethin' to help em cover their feelins about the whole damn slavery thing."

"Is that something legal?"

"Hell no, but I know you would not resent me helpin' women or write about that, would you."

"Of course not," Lena said as she thought about Neck's inconsistencies of character and morality and the fact that human beings often do not make a lot of sense.

"All I need is the names of those twenty sheriffs, the counties they work in, the names of the sheriffs' deputies, and the names of as many of the women they brought in that you can remember."

"Wayll, I don't think I could possibly remember any of that when all I can think of is the pressure in my balls and how nice it would be to relieve that pressure in your beautiful snatch. If you help me on that and maybe help me a few times more back in my motel room, I am sure that I could come up with a lot of names of sheriffs, counties the sheriffs work in, and women they brought."

Lena realized that it was time to give Neck some of what he wanted. They had to move some seats in the boat. Lena insisted on being on top, although there was a danger that someone might see her bare breasts from a distance. Neck looked up from the cushions on the floor of the boat and said Lena had the most perfect boobs he'd ever seen. Lena knew Neck had seen many boobs but didn't care if he was lying or not.

"I've always been one to rock the boat," Lena giggled as she started to strip. Soon she had off her conservative dress, bra, and panties. Neck was hard enough as she settled down and began to bounce up and down on Neck's cock. Neck was happy he'd prepared chemically for sex and that he did not have to move much on the bottom of the hard boat. Looking up at Lena's face and boobs was all he could imagine of heaven.

Lena came close to tipping the boat as she moved her hips in every possible direction to feel his cock on every part of her clitoris that could be reached by man. Her breasts bounced wildly in every direction as Lena, with her eyes closed, focused on the sensation in her pussy and ignored everything else in the world. Neck was nothing much to look at, but he did not matter as a person. His cock was Lena's tool. His belly was not in the way as she worked him with more and more speed and passion.

Lena came hard, Neck came, and Lena kept working Neck's penis until she managed to have another orgasm with a loud "Ja, Ja, ja," that would have been heard by someone on the lake if Neck hadn't carefully chosen a part of the lake in the middle of nowhere.

Neck thought that if he died that minute, it would be ok. After he finally resumed his breathing and mind functioning enough, he said, "Ya always this hot, Lena. I need a little rest."

"Komm on, I have not had a man since Little Big Prick or whatever you call it in Montana, and that was four whole days ago. Well, maybe it was in Casper, now that I think about it, but that was still three days ago. The women in this country with any sort of healthy instincts must go mad."

"Three days without sex ain't seen as a horrible deprivation in most parts. Most of what ya call healthy instincts are seen around here as 'sinful slut thinkin'. A woman like you in the Free States would have to find a husband with twice as much jam as any man alive if she was gonna be satisfied in the first years of the marriage. But by your sixth or seventh child, you'd might be happy with him spendin' his jam on the sex boats while you hoped you could find the energy and privacy away from the children to satisfy yourself every once in a while in private with an object that worked like a prick but wouldn't knock you up."

That night in the motel outside Tallahassee, Lena pumped Neck for information and otherwise. Neck's balls were completely drained, but he withheld much information and misrepresented other things, although Lena tried to improve his memory and veracity a bit with some George Dickel she'd bought on the way.

Lena was anything but naïve and did not expect honesty from Neck. She and Neck were exploiting each other, and both of them knew it. She wanted leads from which she could do further investigations and knew Neck would do his best to cover his ass while getting access to her ass. The fact, though, that Neck did not like what some of the sheriffs were doing and, in some cases, saw them as competitors costing him money might make what Neck said more accurate than it would be if he were just trying to get into her pants.

Neck fell asleep at 9:30. He'd surrendered some information to Lena but not enough accurate details for her to use to publish a story, certainly not if she did not find a large number of other sources. Lena let him sleep the following morning until 9:00 and was happy to see that the old man needed 11:00 hours of sleep if she worked him hard enough, about 5 hours more than Lena ever slept.

Lena guessed Neck had given her some correct names but in the wrong counties, and some screwed up names in the correct counties. Now she was going to have to guess where to go and somehow check things out for herself.

Lena used the five hours to look up counties, county sheriffs and city police chiefs and everything she could find on the web regarding relative crime rates and poverty and racial data for the counties that Neck had mentioned directly or indirectly. By the time Neck woke Lena had a pretty decent idea of some of the counties and towns.

BUT HOW COULD SHE PROVE ANYTHING?

Lena was now sure there were terrible things occurring in the FASUG that went beyond the indentured and penal servitude that the Free States leaders were willing to make public. Women were being framed for crimes they didn't do, at least sometimes to break up interracial relationships, and treated on the bondage boats in an inhumane manner. Her evidence, though, consisted of a few hints from Killer, what Tom Schnupper heard, and various vague and uncorroborated statements of Neck, a known liar.

One approach might be to go to an auction herself and try to talk to the sheriffs and other people there. Lena asked Neck if she could attend an auction. Neck laughed and said he was sure he could get a great price for her. Lena said that that was not her idea. "Way'll if you don't like that idea, what if I just put you up for auction make-believe and cancel the sale afterwards." Lena laughed and said she had read too many stories like that. They never ended well.

Lena asked if there was not a way to just go as a spectator. Neck said that proper women never go to auctions. The only women not for sale that attended auctions were women who were already slaves. They were all bank foreclosure sale slaves who became some business' work slaves, and there was no way a woman as attractive as Lena would not go to the boats if she was foreclosed on by a bank.