The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 09

There were a lot of jokes made about the art history and gender studies majors. They said the gender studies major might be popular on one of the bondage boats that serve a lot of customers who get a kick out of whipping and humiliating women. I know the gender studies woman went to Iron Mike's, one of those bondage boats.

The bank bid for me the amount of the remaining loan. One guy was there from the engineering firm I'd worked for. He was in the bidding for the first few rounds. I had a few minutes of hope that I'd be back at the firm, albeit as an unpaid indentured servant who could be used by the firm for anything it wanted. It soon became clear, though, that the main bidders with money for me were the owners of the 100 Bucks and the Big Nosed Kate flat-rate sex boats.

I did not know much about those sex boats, just the general facts that every citizen of the Free States knows. I know now that the 100 Bucks and Big Nosed Kate are the two low-end sex boats that sell all-you-can-f___ tickets. (I won't use the word they often add) I wish I did not have to use that term, but that's what they really call the boats that sell customers access by the night and let them have sex as many times as they want that night with any of the women on the boat who isn't occupied by another guy.

I got bought by Big Nosed Kate for a lot more money than I ever borrowed.

I was branded right after the sale. I was bent over a wooden post, held down and had BNK burned into my butt. It hurt horribly for a few minutes. Some ointment was applied, and a bunch of bandages and cellophane. Then I started crying, not because of the pain, but because it finally fully hit me what had happened to my life.

The next stop was school. There are various long names the boat companies and the government used, but most people at the school just called it sex boat school. All the women go there except for the ones going to the strict bondage boats.

The teachers and the students all wore mainly bathrobes and nothing else because much of the lessons related directly to how to be good in bed, mainly for the customer but, if possible, also for ourselves.

The lady who gave the introduction to the school had spent five years on a boat on the Gulf of Mexico herself and was still working on a boat and indentured for ten more years because she'd been involved in a plot to smuggle young women out of the FASUG. She made a few points that were very important that I've had to remember these last five years. She said pretty much:

First, you are not whores, and you are not getting taken for sex without your consent.

You are not getting paid for sex (or anything else), and you gave your consent when you signed the contract or committed the crime that got you here. You don't have a choice as to your situation, so you better do the best you can to tolerate it. There are boats that are a lot meaner than the one that bought you.

Second, no one in boat management cares much about how you feel about your situation any more than they care about whether the gambling machines or ship HVAC system feel. You are a company asset, and the company wants to make as much money off you as it can. That's not all bad. It means the company won't do anything to damage you any more than it will intentionally damage the slot machines. The boat will do everything that it can do at a reasonable price to keep you in working condition. No customer will get close to you that the company thinks will damage you, despite your status. Also, there are laws against harming an indentured servant, like there are laws against whipping horses too much.

Of course, particularly on the low-end boats, some of the customers are pretty rough and unpredictable, and mistakes are made.

Third, to please the customer in the sex business, the customer generally has to be made to feel that you enjoyed the sex, too. The best way to do that is to actually enjoy the sex. Remember, you are not being raped under the law of the Free States because you've given your blanket consent to sex. You might as well try to enjoy it. We are going to teach you some ways to enjoy sex even with guys that would have made you sick to look at a month ago. As you work on the boats, you will undoubtedly develop your own tricks that work for you. Practice makes perfect.

Fourth, the opposite of pleasing the customer is making the customer feel inadequate or immoral. Always be polite and maintain an attitude that you are pleased to have sex with the customer and that he's the prettiest, best lover in the world. Making fun of a customer will go very badly for you and might get you killed. Some egos are very fragile. We will teach you to fake orgasms convincingly when you have to. Also, don't ever suggest to any customer that you are unhappy or criticize anyone who has anything to do with the boats.

Those of you who grew up in the FASUG went through the mandatory Proverbs 31 obedient wife training when you were teenagers. A lot of what you'll hear over the next few weeks will not be much different than that. You might say that this is a refresher course, except that you are being trained to obey a company and enjoy sex with thousands of customers instead of obeying and having sex with just one man.

I then had a six-week course and did learn to be a good indentured sex servant.

Madeline, I am pretty sure you went through the wife training before you fled the new country. It's true that the sex boat school was a lot like that, only it focused a lot more on sex and did not deal with being a Proverbs mother. They made it quite clear we would never have to raise any children unless we chose to do so in 21 years.

After sex boat school, I went to the Big Nosed Kate. It's not really a boat but just a big building across the river from New Orleans on a raised area to keep out floods. Being there is not all bad. With all the violent storms these days, I would not want to be on a real boat.

I'm told the Religious Council in charge of the spiritual welfare of the FASUG decided that the Bible allows gambling and certain other sin as long as you are very near water, even if the boat never sails. Also, they say that because Samson left Israel to see a woman he hadn't married, we can only serve our function properly if we lose our citizenship in the FASUG. So, now I'm a woman without a country, but nobody knows quite what that means. One customer said it meant that I would be deported after my servitude ended, but I don't know if he knew anything and who knows what the rules will be when my contract expires in 2061. That's 16 years from now. 16 years ago, in 2029 people did not even know that the United States would soon crack up into three countries.

I don't want to get too detailed here as to what I've done on the Big Nosed Kate the last five years. I don't want this letter to get to you with whole pages of blackouts by the censors. I think it's okay to write that I am engaged in sexual activity about 15 hours a day. I've gotten really good at pleasing customers, and I do my best to please myself.

Most of the guys don't mind if you keep your eyes closed, particularly if you say that you want to concentrate on how their huge members feel or the beautiful smell of their amazing bodies.

I think about Clark Gable, football players I see on the TV, engineers I worked with and a bunch of country western singers in cowboy hats while I have sex. I can generally climax seven or eight times during the 15-hour shift.

Please don't think I'm sinful for enjoying sex while I'm having sex with a guy who isn't my husband. I don't have a choice now, and it looks like I'll never have a husband or a profession, but I try to tell myself that maybe things will change someday.

Most of the guys understand that a woman can't be expected to be at her best after the first 12 hours of sex, and they don't expect as much. In the last two hours of a shift, one can pretty much just lie back and be a warm, moist piece of meat, and guys won't complain. In fact, when it gets real late most of the guys just want to complain about their jobs, the fact that there are hardly any unmarried women in the FASUG who aren't on the boats, or how they can't have sex with their wives anymore because they can't afford to support more children and vasectomies and other birth control are illegal.

Most of the time, we are in big lounges. Sometimes, we have sex in areas of the lounges with couches, but some guys want privacy and want us to take them back to our rooms. We all have little rooms, a bit bigger than an old toilet stall. The rooms don't contain much but a bed, a few pillows and the King James Bible.

I'm told in the fancy boats, the women all have rooms four times or more bigger than what I have and windows from which they can see the river, but I don't know anything except what men tell me. I only get out of the Big Nosed Kate to have babies.

The security is very good. Nobody can even get onto the gambling part of the boat without showing identification. Every guy is completely strip-searched before they get into the sex areas of the boat. They also get washed and checked by indentured servants. They say it is for the security of the property (that's us women), but I think there were also smuggling incidents in which guys from outside the FASUG were passing condoms and other contraband to guys from the FASUG.

Guys aren't allowed to have guns in the sex areas of the boats because of incidents the boats have had. I'm sure that foreigners were all to blame.

A lot of guys from the FASUG are totally frightened by this no-gun requirement. You have to comfort some of the guys and explain that it's alright for him to have sex without his holsters on, even if he's never done it before. I tell them they are welcome to keep their boots on, and that makes some of them feel better.

About a fourth of the women have an "S" branded on their shoulders. They were all sentenced to years of penal servitude because of various sex crimes. Some of the staff call some of them "mixers" but don't say what that means. They seem like nice women to me, though. Some of them cry in private and say they miss their families. None of the women on the boat fight with each other. Of course, we are too busy most of the time, but I think it goes beyond that.

They give us Sunday morning to go to church in the gambling parlor. There's a little altar they fit over a blackjack machine. The preacher says we'll be forgiven if we do our very best on the boat to please customers.

I've only had two children while I was here. Most of the other women also seem to be having fewer children than you might expect. One of the customers said it has to do with the milking machines. The management says it is because of the influence of the Mississippi River flows on our cycles, but I don't know about that.

All in all, I can't complain, I guess. I got a dry place to sleep, food, healthcare and the Bible. Often, I think about how I was going to be an engineer, but one can't have everything.

I hope you are doing well up North with all those godless weirdos. Although I know as an illegal emigrant, you can't come into the FASUG without being arrested (probably would be sent to a boat), I think they would let Ruth visit me if she paid the usual hourly rate for visiting me.

Your loving sister

Betty Jo