The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 13

Although she had thought to leave immediately, Mrs. Altschule became fascinated as Melus Knox plunged his cock into Lena's vagina. She said to Zoe Klug, "My Lord, I have had numerous children, but I have never seen sex like this. And look at the way that slut is focused with her eyes closed and her mouth taking in as much air as possible while she presents her breasts for fondling, thrashes and grinds her pelvis into the man and moves her thighs like she can't get enough of his member into her."

Mrs. Klug tried to remain serious and not let on that she was getting very wet and horny herself. "Well, you know, Mrs. Altschule, Lena Fesch has a great deal of practice at this sort of thing, and practice makes perfect."

After a while, Melus grunted. Lena opened her mouth in a silent 'O', curled her toes, and shook in ecstasy. Shortly, Melus and Lena began to slow their motions and gasp for breath. Eric Karo was next in line.

Calming herself down, Mrs. Altschule said to Mrs. Klug, "Of course, Zoe, you have not had sex for at least eight years, or you would have had another child by now. I know you would not resort to birth control or sodomy."

"Of course not," Mrs. Klug answered in a tone that was supposed to make the lie as convincing as possible. "Perhaps we should leave now," Zoe said.

Zoe did not want to further tempt the three or four of the men in the room with whom she'd had sex in the last six months to make suggestive remarks or propose that Zoe should join Lena in receiving multiple cocks that day.

Doctor Frank Galton decided he had had enough and walked out with Mrs. Altschule and Zoe Klug. As he climbed stairs and walled down halls, Galton thought to himself that Lena did few things without multiple purposes. Lena had sources of information that Galton did not know, and he believed that she was also communicating through paths of which none of her jailers knew. Lena's expression of lustfulness in the face of a humiliating gangbang, a whipping and perhaps an unwanted impregnation could not be written off as simple bravado.

Yes, Lena did have a powerful sex drive, Galton thought. Probably, she did want to enjoy her situation the best she could, but maybe she had additional purposes for acting as though she was now perfectly resigned to her fate and wanted nothing more than food, comfort and sex for the rest of her life.

I have no idea what she plans or how she expects to accomplish it given her confinement and the near-constant surveillance, Galton thought. But I doubt she has surrendered to become a compliant breeding sex slave of the Everleigh and the Free American States under God.

BREEDING FRENZY

In July and August 2046, Lena was subjected to what she described as a "breeding frenzy of land sharks." She made a fortune for the Everleigh as she received sperm from seven or more men a day, often in the hull chamber. The last part of the two-hour sessions frequently ended with Lena hanging from her ankles to let the seed take root, as had happened during the dedication of the chamber in July.

Being walked back and forth in the boat, Lena saw into rooms of many women and crew members and saw all sorts of ship equipment and parts of the boat that she had not seen before, as well as the areas where equipment was repaired and garbage was collected before it was unloaded. There were video cameras in her room but not elsewhere.

September 1, 2046, Lena went all out to please Killer when he came for his weekly visit. Although she had every right to be tired and sleep, she had worked on Killer's cock and begged Killer to stay until after he had deposited sperm in her womb no less than four times.

"107 years ago, my great-grandfather was part of the army that invaded Poland," Lena said. "Unlike the poor Poles, I can love and welcome one of my invaders."

ANGELA IS USED THOROUGHLY - LENA AGAIN MAKES TROUBLE

Early December 2046, Lena had been on the Everleigh for almost a year. She was pregnant with a due date of June 1, 2047.

That December, Frau Dir. Malena Sprengler travelled to the Free American States under God. Frau Sprengler correctly believed that she could visit the Free States without any danger of becoming a sex slave. Sprengler was in her mid-fifties, unmarried, not interested in having sex with anyone in the Free States and not planning to take any risks. Except in official meetings, Sprengler did not try to learn anything that could not be learned by any tourist or customer who came to the sex boats.

To be still safer and to have a German government presence, Frau Sprengler travelled with a hopelessly boring, overweight, frumpy, bureaucratic German diplomat, Lang Weillig.

Sprengler had much to discuss with various players in the Free States. She started in Little Rock, where she and Weillig had several meetings with high Confederate government officials. Sprengler and Weillig then went to Mobile to visit the Flying Dutchman.

Frau Sprengler wanted to see Lena on the Everleigh on December 12 but was told that was impossible. Instead, a virtual meeting had been set up for 15:00 for that day in which Sprengler would participate from a conference room on the Rising Sun. The conference would involve Lena, but Lena would not participate.

At 14:00, Sprengler, with Weillig and Doctor Galton, went to the Rising Sun and asked to see Angela before their 15:00 conference. They were told they could see Angela but probably would not be able to talk to her because Angela was fully occupied with sex, sex and more sex.

Angela had her first child in July 2046 and had been eased back into full service by the Rising Sun as a sex slave over August and September. Angela was now being used in overdrive.

Rising Sun Captain Studings took the visitors to the room on the Rising Sun where Angela was, explaining as they walked that they would see Angela mounted on one of the boat's brand-new, state-of-the-art milking machines. She would also be mounted by a customer.

"It is said," Captain Studings said, "that necessity is the mother of invention. It is also true that motherhood can also be the mother of necessity.

"I believe you have heard that institutions in the Free American States under God are in large part directed by the beliefs of the religious leaders who are one of the dominant forces within the Free States. These religious leaders have made it very clear that any form of birth control is immoral, and what is immoral in the Free States is generally illegal. Fortunately for me and others in the sex boat business, the religious leaders also have decided that patronizing foreign women for sex is not immoral because the mighty Samson did it without any criticism in the scripture.

"Because the boats make the most money off of its sex slaves when they are not obviously pregnant and the fact that pregnancy takes the merchandise out of commission for months, the boats want women to have a baby less than every 22 months if possible, despite constantly having sex.

"As you must have learned by now, Madam Sprengler and Mr. Weillig, there is much in the Free States that can be seen as a compromise between religious doctrine and business practicalities. The compromise often does not adhere to any logical principle unless it is that one should only insist on pleasing God if it is not too bad for business.

"Accordingly, the Free States religious leaders decided that nursing could not be considered birth control, at least if it only went on six or seven months after childbirth. After all, all their churches are full of replications of paintings of the Madonna nursing her baby.

"Of course, we can't have actual nursing of babies on the boats, but the religious leaders were persuaded that milking machines were acceptable.

"The milking machines of a decade ago were not very good at activating the hormones needed to delay pregnancy. But, with big contracts from the Rising Sun and other boats to provide them with an incentive, Free States scientists worked very hard on developing a breast pump that replicates real nursing except that it is better in that it never bites or becomes a fussy eater. Indeed, it is so good that it frequently causes nipple orgasms for the women pumped while reliably pumping milk that is sent frozen to the baby's new adoptive parents.

"Now we have reached the room where you see a row of six of these machines in a long line separated by about 3 meters and privacy curtains so that men can fuck a woman in privacy while the woman is pumped. Angela is now on machine #2."

Captain Studings, Frau Sprengler, Herr Weillig and Frank Galton entered the area curtained off around machine #2 to see Angela on a machine with her breasts in a device that looked like two bongo drums below her and a nude, large, burly man preparing to place his cock into Angela doggie style.

"Rolf, you don't mind if we watch you fuck Angela here, do you," Studings said. "You've always been pleased to help us display the new machines in the past."

"No, of course not," Rolf said, "I'm not shy. Why should I be any more bashful about riding a female in front of an audience than about working out or riding a bicycle?"

"Many men are," Frau Sprengler said in a joking tone of voice. "Probably, they are just less confident than you."

Angela heard Sprengler's voice and briefly panicked but quickly decided that she was well beyond embarrassment about anything. Her former boss and four men would watch her be milked and fucked. Sprengler would probably be amused, and the men would get horny, and so what?

"Guten Tag, Frau Sprengler," Angela said. "I will not be able to talk much from this machine. From the previous times I was on this, I can tell you that I will soon be entirely focused on the sensations in my body."

"Das ist OK. I mainly came to make sure you are well. I have an hour I have before being part of a meeting about a problem child," Sprengler.

Angela barely heard what Frau Sprengler said. Instead, she thought that she was not sure she could even speak German anymore, and she was not sure she could speak any language anymore because, maybe, she was losing her mind.

Oh my, Oh my, my breasts feel so good, and now Rolf has crammed his cock up my pussy and is working my clit with a finger and, auch du Lieber. Oh God, Oh Gott, Oh God.

Angela felt like her breasts were gushing while her vagina spasmed around Rolf's hard penis.

As Angela calmed down from the orgasm, she reflected that she never used to refer to any god in German or English, but she'd heard so much from customers about God that what she thought during orgasms had even changed.

Now I am becoming excited again already. I can feel the pressure in my boobs being relieved. I have become a cow, no, not a cow, a breeding bimbo. Is that better or worse than being a cow? Just when did I last have a thought about anything but eating, sleeping and sex and how I feel, and now my mind is going to focus again on that delicious cock working in me, and oh my God, I don't know if I care. That's right, I don't care what anyone thinks, and I can't think, and why would anyone want to think, and I'm coming again and oh Scheiss and mein Gott.

This time, Angela felt she was a streambed into which fluids poured and from which fluids poured out.

"As you can see," Captain Studings said, "Angela is in no pain and is quite healthy. She has been milked about four hours a day since giving birth. She also has sex in her room on the ship, often spraying from her breasts when she has an orgasm if she hasn't been milked recently.

"Under the rules, we can keep her on the machines another three or four months before we have to let her get knocked up again."

Rolf had just come in Angela, and his semen was running down her thigh as Angela began again to have organized thoughts. She looked up to see Doctor Galton.

"Can you talk now," Doctor Galton inquired after a few minutes. "What are you thinking?"

"I remember taking a philosophy course at the Universität," Angela said. "The professor said that most philosophers think that happiness is the purpose of life. He asked if we would be willing to enter a happiness machine for the rest of our lives if we knew it would work. All we would do the rest of our lives is be happy there for as many years as we would have lived anyway. If we were confident of the process and the machine, would we do that? Most of the students said 'no,' that there must be some other purpose to life, but I did not know.

"Now I feel I am losing my mind. Childbirth hurt, but I hardly remember it. That seems so long ago. Days come and go like pricks. I just want food, sleep and sex. Maybe I was born to produce pleasure, babies and milk," Angela said, "at least that's all I can do."

Angela was allowed to stand up but then turned and started to suck on Rolf's cock. It was apparent that Rolf was getting hard again. Angela interrupted the fellatio long enough to gasp out, "It was nice seeing you all," before returning to work on Rolf.

"It is just as well that Angela has other business. It is time for us to go upstairs for the conference," Lang Weillig said.

The four left Angela and Rolf to their pleasures and walked to a conference room, which Captain Studings led them to. The room contained the usual audio-visual equipment and a woman, maybe 41 years old, with a very good figure, nipple piercings in both nipples and wearing nothing but a leather collar, an 'S' brand on her shoulder, and cut-off jean shorts that did not fully cover the 'RS' brand on her butt.

"The subject of your meeting is none of my business," Studing said. "Liz here can help you with the equipment if there is any problem."

"As you may have guessed from her attire, LIz is a penal servant. She was a tech assistant in an accounting firm before she was caught smuggling condoms and became property. Because she is a tad old to be a new sex slave, we got her at a decent price, and we knew she would be able to help on the ship with communications equipment as well as sex. She's quite a whiz at both.

"Also, like the wine bars in the casino, Liz is free-use to ship visitors with VIP privileges. If any of you are interested in a mature woman with a great figure, be our guest. She might be pregnant, we don't know. I can swear she's really hot and gives great blow jobs. Perhaps, though, you have work to do."

No one expressed an immediate interest in using Liz, although Lang Weillig did give her a thorough look.

The virtual meeting started promptly at 3:00. Tuning in from their workplaces or homes were Everleigh Captain Semmes, Everleigh Entertainment Corporation President Eric Caro, Everleigh Vice President in charge of Sex operations, Harvey Winestone, Sheriff Hawley, Homeland Security Deputy Max Klug and Neck Wallace.

Eric Caro started, "I don't know how many details you have all heard, but we have a serious problem with our girl, Lena Fesch. After being a perfectly obedient and incredibly profitable sex slave for eight months, last week, Lena totally left the reservation, and frankly, we are unsure what to do.

"Most of you may have heard about this already. Everyone seems to hear rumors of facts or supposed facts all over the Free States, including things that happen on the boats that are supposed to stay secret."

"Just how the hell do you expect anythin to remain secret when you got many thousands of men in bed with over ten thousand women every day on those boats. On top of that, y'all got all sorts of employees and slaves on the boats who all have eyes and tongues. An ya know damn well that Lena has probably established some sort of underground, or underwater, communications network," Neck said.

"That's right, and that's why we should have killed her when we first caught her," Sheriff Hawley said. "An by the way, I ain't so sure why we are including this German magazine director woman and her Kraut ambassador friend in our discussions, especially as she helped Lena embarrass us with those letters to her mom."

"I'm sorry," Frau Sprengler said. "Herr Weillig and I have not had an opportunity to probe the grapevines in and around the boats, and we do not know what this is about beyond that Lena, in your view, has misbehaved in some fashion."

"In brief," Captain Semmes said, "Lena begged me in late November to have her baby sent to be raised by her parents. After I told her that was impossible, she whispered to several customers on December 7 that they had to help her get her baby to her mother. Of course, given our surveillance, we caught her almost immediately, but Lena had chosen the customers to talk to carefully. They are sympathetic and threatening to talk to the press if we hurt Lena. Lena can be very persuasive.

"I met with Lena again with President Karo and Mr. Winestone present. In a way, I had never seen her before, Lena got quite emotional. She started crying that God had kept the baby Moses together with his family and it was inhuman to take her baby away from her family. She started talking about the Pharaoh and King Herod and said that, unlike the parents of the other women on the boats, her parents would want the child. When Mr. Karo explained that giving the baby to her parents was impossible, Lena lay face down on the floor, pounded her fists on the floor and began crying like a three-year-old.

"It was pathetic," Winestone said.

"Naturally, rumors of what had happened were all over the place. Sheriff Suney and Sheriff Hawley learned about it, contacted us and said we should just sell her to one of the strict bondage boats and forget about her. Because of the money and other factors, we of Everleigh management hesitated to do what the sheriffs wanted.

We were able to schedule a conference with Supreme Religious Advisor Harry Powell and various other high officials in the Little Rock Confederate government."

"Yes, and that fascist asshole Powell got in the way again," Sheriff Hawley said.

Max Klug said, "What Rev. Powell said on the call yesterday was that if anyone thought it was going to be possible to punish Lena severely for wanting her parents to have her baby, they were nuts. He started talking about the foreign press and people like Weillig here, and concluded something to the effect that torturing a pregnant woman for wanting to keep her baby in the family was utterly inconsistent with maintaining any sort of foreign relations with any country that was civilized enough to oppose cannibalism.' He added that he was not sure if cannibals would support the Free States if we did what the sheriffs suggested."

"Mr. Powell is correct," Herr Weillig said. "I do not believe that my government would maintain any sort of relationship with your Free States if you unconscionably abuse German prisoners, and I think the rest of the European Union would support us. There are other places to buy the legitimate products you export. Frankly, I could not assure the safety of Free State persons travelling in Europe."

Max Klug responded, "I hear you, Herr Weillig, but we have not come to that."

"Mr. Karo, Sheriff Hawley, and I did talk Powell and others in Little Rock into letting us make sure that Lena wasn't just putting all this on, and it was suggested that you, Frau Sprengler, Neck, and Frank Galton, who knew Lena before she went to the boats, might be able to tell us whether Lena isn't just putting on a lot of shit to embarrass us all again," Klug said. "She is a great actress, after all. We thought you three might be eager to help as you were so supportive of us putting Lena into penal servitude as a sex slave."

Frau Sprengler blushed and was clearly uncomfortable with Klug's remark. She said, "I hope you are not telling people that I support sex slavery or suggested you enslave Lena."

Klug smirked.

Neck brought the discussion back to the immediate question, "So you want us to opine on whether Lena is funin y'all about wantin to give the baby to her mother. I sure don't know, but I agree with Powell that you sure as hell can't torture her just for askin for her baby to go to her mother an gettin upset when you said no."