The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 08

Lena was glad the cameraman was not filming her as she was doing her best not to get as excited as Chloe, especially not in front of Deputy Daniels.

Sheriff Hawley, leaving nothing to chance, was on hand to sell the former Mrs. Huberville himself. As a message, the sheriff had Sheila wearing diamond earrings and a pearl necklace on the auction block. "Mr. Huberville said I should have them and give them to the buyer," Hawley said. "Apparently, they were presents from him, and he doesn't want them around reminding him of this hot slut."

Sheila looked mortified for a few seconds at first but remembered what she'd been taught about how she would be treated in the future in accordance with how valuable she was as a sex slave. It looked to Lena like Sheila suppressed a scream as the sheriff started to roughly and vigorously manipulate her nipples and breasts. Lena imagined her own breasts being used that way and admitted to herself that she was getting excited even while she knew that it would hurt to be used that way and that she should hate the thought of anything like what she was seeing.

Without instruction, Sheila obligingly lay on the floor, spread her thighs in a big 'V,' and closed her eyes. A dildo entered her pussy. Lena thought that Sheila was imagining the deputy's cock going in and out as Sheila gasped out, "Oh, sweet Jesus, I am a complete whore and need it all so badly," before grimacing in ecstasy. Next, Sheila panted like a long-distance runner at the end of a race.

The bidding was brisk. Sheila went to the Moulin Rouge for 80% of what Angela had in August. "I think Sheila would have gone for almost as much as Angie if there had not so much other bread on the shelves this auction," Neck said. "Angie is more exotic and experienced in providing sexual services, but Sheila sure proved that she knows how to act like a slut when called on to do so."

Lena was very thankful for a lunch break. She had a hard time finding the women's room. After she went into a stall, she immediately proceeded to relieve some of the tension she'd built up before lunch. After carefully taking the bullets out of the pistol she was required to carry, Lena used the pistol's hard barrel against the softness of her pussy. I bet the Free State women do this a lot, Lena thought.

Lena did not re-load the pistol after she was done. She thought that there was a fair chance she would have to use the pistol again after the next rounds of the auction.

After Lena got back to the auction room, she grabbed one of the box lunches that had been delivered, deliberately taking one of the ham sandwiches to seem normal. A few buyers there joked that Lena had disappeared for so long that they thought she'd volunteered to be part of the next round.

Lena knew she had to put an end to such talk but not offend anyone. She smiled and said, "No, guys, I'm not volunteering. Does any woman volunteer to become a breeding sex slave for decades?"

The response was that none had literally volunteered yet, but there had been a number of sluts who had behaved so stupidly that they had practically volunteered. "If you're trailer trash with nice curves, fucking around, particularly with non-whites, you're pretty much asking for it. Same with well-built married women fucking around unless you're real cautious or your husband is rich and enjoys watching."

Lena tried to strike up a conversation with one of the indentured women there serving sandwiches, but the woman said only that she was not allowed to talk to anyone without the permission of the auction company.

Lena asked the auctioneer if he enjoyed his work. He said he'd never been happier while he stared at Lena from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. "The only thing that could make me happier would be selling and fucking you."

"Do auctioneers get to have sex with the merchandise?"

"Often, it's kind of like a tip."

The last two groups of eight were pretty much like the first, except that all of the women worked hard to show that they would be enthusiastic sex slaves, and none of them went to one of the rough discipline boats. Lena watched what she was pretty sure were 16 orgasms or at least very convincing faked orgasms. The auction house must have hours of videos of orgasms by now, Lena thought.

Neck was very pleased that they got Maggie for $100 million for the Everleigh. "She's as hot as they come. Can you believe she was caught pullin a train of six senate pages while at the MacDonald's summer home in Sheriff Suney's county? To be fair, the senator set her up by havin Maggie stay at the summer place for a week while he flew back to Little Rock for something or other. With those interns working with their shirts off in shorts gardening and doing home maintenance, it must have been pretty hard for a hot young woman not to get horny. Now she's got six twenty-year sentences for adultery an, even with time off for good behavior, she'll be on the boat as long as the Everleigh can use her unless things change in the Free States. Most excellent."

The former Mrs. Melus Knox, now referred to by her maiden name, Ann Bowlin, was another story. She was offered for sale by Sheriff Connor Tauro. Despite her beauty, fame and attempt to cooperate in showing that she would be a compliant sex slave, she almost was bought by a rough boat for little money.

The problem with Bowlin was that when they started the auction for her, several people who no one had noticed in the back of the room started screaming that Bowlin was innocent and Mr. Knox had just paid people to say they had had sex with her. Ms. Bowlin shouted from the stage to the two, who proved to be her mother and one of her brothers, that they should be quiet and that, while she loved them and knew they meant well, they could not help her now. "Just keep me in your thoughts and prayers," Bowlin begged.

With so many patrolmen around, the disturbance was soon quelled. However, despite Bowlin's efforts to control her relatives, the buyers were spooked. "If some sort of idiot movement develops to liberate the poor wronged bitch, it's gonna cost my boat a shitload for extra security," one of the buyers told Sheriff Tauro.

There was a recess in the auction on account of the disturbance. Neck let Lena come with him to talk to the Belle Star buyer and his assistants. "Listen, Ann here may well be innocent, an Knox may have just paid to get rid of her given that divorce ain't legal in the Free States, but with Knox being as rich as he is an asshole, who in authority is gonna give a shit? Knox is marryin someone younger, an maybe she'll be up for auction in a few years too. But so fuckin what?

"Ann's gonna be fuckin and makin babies for strangers. Eventually, all her friends an family is gonna get that through their damn heads. For a few years, you'll have to put her in a special part of the boat, an you'll have to pay more for security, but if we can get the former Miss Alabama for under $70 million, it will be a steal. You can see she's gonna cooperate and be a good boat woman. Without this problem, she'd be worth at least $100 million, an you can buy a shitload of security for $25 million."

In the event, Ann Bowlin went to the Belle Star for $65 million, with some guys thinking Neck and the Belle Star buyer were geniuses and others thinking they were off their rockers. Ann seemed to realize that things could have been worse and blew a kiss at Neck when it was announced that she was going to the most comfortable of the mid-priced boats.

At 4:30, there were only a few women left to sell. Lena decided to see if she could watch a branding. Ann and the woman sold after her, Jane, were in line for branding. With the auction over, the women did not have to act happy about the process.

Ann, already with a small "S" brand on her shoulder, was bent over a horizontal wooded beam as a branding iron with a little picture of a bell and a star was heated. Ann looked at Deputy Seele, who Lena had met in Mississippi. He tried to look professional. Ann looked at him with a mixture of contempt and pity.

The guy with the branding iron was a professional and worked to make the whole thing as quick and harmless as possible.

A couple of Ann's ex-husband's assistants were there. They said they were filming the whole thing to take back to Mr. Knox. These guys were giggling. One of them joked that "this bitch didn't last nearly as long as the first one, only enough time to have one redhead daughter." Ann glared back at them as if she wished she could kill them with her eyes. The other guy shouted, "In an earlier era, that weaselly brother of yours would have been beheaded, or at least turned into a whore like you."

Ann shook herself as though she wanted to shake off the assholes and other demons about her. She seemed to be meditating as the iron was applied. Ann grimaced slightly but did not move as the iron with the bell and the star was applied to her derriere. She was perfectly stoic as various things were applied to the wound so that it would heal while leaving a bright, permanent mark.

Deputy Seele looked away as Sheila was led away to a van.

Kate, now branded with a "T," clearly started at the other end of the social ladder from Ann Bowlin. A deputy from Alabama joked she had a figure something like 40-25-40 but an IQ well under the total of those numbers. Kate screamed at the deputy that he was a "total fuckin asshole" and she knew damn well who was behind her arrest but would never tell as long as she lived."

"Course you won't, Kate," the deputy said, "if we thought you was a big talker, you'd be going to Iron Mike's instead of the 100 Fucks, or rather 100 Bucks, or whatever that bargain boat calls itself. If we had to keep your mouth gagged all the time, the boat couldn't use it for its best purpose."

Kate writhed her whole upper body, flopping her head and breasts around and screamed at the top of her lungs when the "100" was branded into her rump. She started hyperventilating after she stopped screaming. This continued as a buyer, and his assistant helped Kate up from the horizontal beam and walked her carefully to a van.

The auction ran a little late, with the last of the last batch sold about 5:30. It had been a long day. Lena was tired, agitated, aroused, and tense. Deputy Harvey Daniels approached her and said that he and a couple friends would like to buy Lena a drink and maybe some gumbo in the restaurant in the hotel. After he mentioned that his friends were his boss, Sheriff Lawrence Suney, and Sheriff Hawley, Lena was eager to meet.

Lena hoped that Neck would let her know if it was unwise to have drinks and gumbo with the lawmen, although she knew that she did not know what Neck was scheming. Lena looked at Neck and asked if she did not need to work with him that night before she headed for the airport the following day. Neck said, "No, I think it would be useful for the company for you to have a drink with these fellows."

Lena was not sure what Neck's answer meant, but she told Deputy Daniels she needed to go back to her room and would meet them in the bar of her hotel at 7:00.

When Lena got to her room, she found a note had been pushed under her door that said only, "CS will be in the lobby at 11:00." Lena felt that 'CS' could only be Cyrus Seele.

IN THE HOTEL BAR

Abraham Lincoln said, "No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar." He should probably have said that no man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar for long to people who do not want to believe lies. It seems some men can get away with lying for quite a while if their audiences are eager to believe lies.

Lena may not have heard the Lincoln quote. She did know that in going out with the law enforcement men for drinks, she was skating on thin ice. Lena knew she had broken Free States laws. She knew it would be very hard for her to remember everything she needed to remember to tell a consistent story. Still, she wanted to learn what she could about how women were forced into penal servitude but to do so without revealing too much information about herself and being caught in a lie. This was complicated by the fact that she did not know what the men already knew about her from Neck or their own research. Finally, the dangers of getting too sexual with the Free States lawmen were too severe for even Lena to ignore them.

After Lena sat down with Deputy Daniels, Sheriff Hawley and Sheriff Suney at the bar, she was immediately confronted with a difficult question. "What exactly are you doing for Neck? He don't exactly need help on deciding how much to tell boat buyers to bid fer women," Sheriff Sunny asked.

Lena answered that she had helped with publicity on the paintball gun fights in Germany, had linked Neck with one of the women who later competed in several contests and was now on the Rising Sun, and had helped Neck learn more about the desires of European women who might be persuaded to compete. These statements were at least half true. Lena was lucky that the lawmen were too busy imagining what Lena looked like under her clothing to ask for more details.

Lena changed the subject by saying that she was going to Little Rock the next day to learn a bit about how the Free States central Confederate government worked. After that, she was going with Neck to tour several of the boats that would be in Memphis. Could they tell her what sights she should see in Little Rock and Memphis?

This got the officers talking for a while and relieved tension, but eventually, Sheriff Hawley asked Lena what she thought of the auction. Lena said she thought it would be shocking to many of the people she knew. Hawley said he was not surprised that her friends might be shocked but that the hypocrisy of folks living in many of the countries outside the Free States was pretty galling. "You know, a whole lot of the customers to the boats come from the Social Democratic States, the Pacific and Mountain States or Western Europe. The men, at least the white men, in all those places let their women walk all over them, pretend that that's modern and cool, and come here to treat women on the sex boats like they'd treat women at home if they had any balls."

"I cannot deny that many men come here to do vat they should do in Europe," Lena replied, "but the men coming here from Europe to use the vomen on the boats are not the people that I thought vould be shocked by the auction. Even as to those men, there is the old saying that lovers of laws and sausages should not see how they are made. That saying might also go as to sex slaves. I think a lot of the men coming from Europe to the boats would like to think that all the slaves are on the boats just because they hope to meet sexy studs from Germany who understand the place of vomen in the world."

"Wait a minute, miss, let's be clear. We, lawmen, don't sell slaves to the boats; we just put women in penal servitude to the best use we can." Sheriff Hawley said with a smirk. "You wouldn't want women so good for something important being wasted making license plates and stop signs, would you?"

Acting just as foreign, naïve and dippy as she could, Lena then asked, "Some buyers tell me that vomen not folunteer for the boats, but how do you find enough vomen for the boats? Do they not know that crime not pay?"

"Well," Sheriff Hawley said, "if you'll pardon me saying so, some women just think more with their clits than their brains, and some women aren't very popular in their town, and others run afoul of the preachers.

"In particular, Sheila Huberville was young and was pretty bored, and I'm sure old Huberville wasn't doing his manly duty much by her. She may have figured that she wasn't all that much worse spending her youth on one of the boats than living with Huberville for 20 years."

"But how she come to be caught?" Lena asked.

Daniels and Suney gave little knowing smiles.

"You will have to excuse me," Sheriff Hawley said, "I have to get back to Missouri tomorrow, and it's a seven-hour drive to Cape Girardeau even if you are driving a patrol car. I bet Sheriff Tauro walking over there would be glad to take my seat and tell you about what he does.

"Hey Connor," Hawley yelled, "I gotta get out of town, but maybe you'd like to sit here and talk to this real nice German lady. I've warmed the seat for ya."

Sheriff Hawley strode off, and Sheriff Tauro sat down. Lena reminded herself to act as restrained, modest, and naïve as she could.

"The lady here, was jist askin," Daniels said, "why women do things that get them sold here to the boats."

"There's a lot of reasons for crime, Miss. I don't understand them all myself," Sheriff Tauro answered. "If I could explain it all, I'd be sure to put myself out of business."

Lena decided that it would be best to put off asking any more really interesting questions until the men had had a few more drinks. She asked that they explain what guns they carried, which achieved the delay she wanted.

After forty-five minutes or so, Sheriff Tauro subtly suggested that maybe Lena would like him to show her more of the town, but Lena knew better than to go to a non-public place with any of the lawmen.

After Lena gently explained she was learning a lot about the Free States from her chat in the bar, Sheriff Tauro shouted out to a few men standing at the bar, "Jeff, Beau and Bull, I want you to meet someone. Gentlemen, this woman is Lena. She's working for Neck Wallace now. Lena, Jeff, Beau and Bull work for a witness service. They are very truthful and important men. I just wanted to make sure that they got to know you."

The three men looked at Lena with lust and without a touch of shame before heading back to the bar. Lena wondered what that was about. I doubt Sheriff Tauro was thinking anything good about me after I declined his offer to get into my pants.

Sheriff Tauro went to his room, leaving Lena with Sheriff Suney and Deputy Daniels. Both of them had had three or four drinks while Lena was nursing her second glass of white wine, saying she got headaches if she had more than two drinks in an evening. She had managed to pour much of her first glass into Sheriff Suney's water glass when he was not looking.

Acting dumb again, Lena saw "mixed drinks" listed on a menu and asked what a "mixed drink" was. Deputy Daniels patiently explained mixed drinks to the dumb foreign blond. Lena said she'd heard something about "mixers" being sent to the sex boats and wondered if that meant that they drank many mixed drinks on the boats.

The two lawmen looked at each other and laughed a bit. They explained that a lot of white women who had relationships with men of other races used to be sent to the boats for crimes, but that that did not happen so much anymore because most all the mixed marriages had been broken up already. White women attractive enough to be used on the boats knew that being seen with black men was likely to lead to a close examination of their activities by legal authorities.

"I am really confused about a lot of things," Lena said while trying to look slightly cross-eyed. "Why is it that the white vomen went to the boats and not the man who they were vit?"

"Because the boats can use the white women for sex, but the preachers don't let anyone have gay sex. Also, if we go after the non-whites, all sorts of folks outside the Free States start screaming about human rights violations, but they don't know what really happened with the white women. Did they steal or not? Did they commit adultery or not? Of course, a lot of places don't like our laws, but we can't help that, and we don't like their laws either. Anyway, a whole lot of attractive white women being convicted makes the overall ratio of number of people in prison by race look better, fills the boats with product for sale, and gets the jailbait white trash out of the streets and honkytonks," Daniels said.