The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 15

"I was in the last group. The auctioneer said that we were the 'fuckin hot babes,' his words, that we were the main event for the day. There were two women there that Neck was selling who I have to admit were real lookers even if they were probably whores in Europe, a couple of other women who had real nice figures, not quite as good as mine, but real good, who were the former wives of some sheriffs who I heard were convicted of giving false testimony against some other women who'd been let off of boats. Also, there was a really pretty one of them bi-sexuals, one women who'd been caught with birth control who was sort of a looker too, an a woman who had been the wife of a judge. She'd got caught in bed with a couple guys who were fixing their roof after the last tornado.

"I was walked under some wooden frame thing along with the other seven women, an they attached my arms above my head an spread my legs an attached them to the sides of the frame. I was like that almost an hour while all sorts of men started feeling me and the other women up. I could hear other women scream and moan, but I was very much focused on my own problems.

I was a like a big piece of helpless meat on display. I don't know how many times my breasts were felt up like fruit in a market. One guy ran ice cubes on my nipples to see how they looked all hard. Another guy started pinching my nipples so hard that I started screaming that he should please stop, and he said he'd squeeze as much as he wanted, an slapped me across one of my breasts, an whacked me something hard across my butt, an said if I didn't stand still they'd have to get real mean with me. I started crying.

"A few minutes later, Old Neck Wallace sneaked up to me an said that he probably shouldn't be helping me as he had two gals for sale in the auction but that I'd best behave the best I could and act like I'd be a good boat woman or I'd wind up on a bad boat where I could hardly move whiles I was fucked and would be beaten and hurt in a lot of other ways. He looked around to see if anyone was watching an told me to open my mouth quickly and eat what he was gonna give me.

"He gave me some sort of cookie that made me feel much better for a while."

"I know about Neck's cookies," Lena said. "Neck's cookies are one of his few redeeming features."

"Yeah, I thought he was sort of a creep at Mrs. Altschule's party the night before you got nabbed, but I guess there are worse folks on Earth. Anyway, after Neck sneaked off, another couple of guys came up to me an said that I was gonna have a nice big orgasm for em so they could see how I'd do on one of the fancy boats where men cared a bit about the women they fucked.

"I didn't see as I had much choice when they stuck the fancy dildo vibrating thing in me that worked both on the inside an the outside. Boy, that toy was good, an I went at it like it was the nicest cock I'd ever had. I was so horny, I guess it took no time an I could feel I was building up to the point of no return with my whole pussy all excited an over the top. I went an had a big orgasm that caused me to lose my balance an hang on the ropes. I screamed 'Oh my God' real loud like I always do when I come, an I ain't trying real hard to be quiet.

"I gotta admit that I did not pay much attention to the auction itself. I was pretty high. I was told later that because they don't give auction money to the sheriffs anymore, the money the boats paid for me went to the churches and to a fund to compensate boats for the loss of women who had to be released for some reason. Seems pretty complicated."

"Do you know what was paid for you?" Lena asked.

"No, should I care?" Zoe responded.

Lena thought that was the smartest thing Zoe had ever said.

"There was a big audience for my branding. Seemed like all the guys I'd ever decided not to sleep with were there an even some sorority sisters who hadn't liked me so much. Mrs. Altschule wasn't there but I could see that a number of her friends were who were taking pictures to take back to the rehab center where Mrs. Altschule is.

"The guys branding me laughed while they pushed me over a sort of wooden rail, and one of em stuck his thumb up my pussy. Another guy showed me a red-hot 'O' brand, which caused me to scream and squirm as he walked behind me. When that thing was pressed into my butt, it hurt so much I could have died. I think I would have died if I hadn't had the cookie Neck gave me.

"All the guys laughed while I was screaming in agony, and one of em said that while I was twisting in pain, I did not look like a fancy sorority girl who'd married well and lived in a mansion. He said I looked like a whore. Another guy joked that I was now a heated bitch as well as a hot bitch.

"A member of the church told me that I was only getting what I deserved and that faith does not lead to prosperity if one sins in the church. He also said that a film of my branding would be kept in the church for men to watch to remind them of the risks of sin, of course. He didn't think they'd show the film to women."

"Some servant put some sort of medicine on my butt. I was put in a truck with the other women and sent to what we called sex slave school, although it had some longer title.

"They decided to keep the eight of us who had been auctioned at the same time together for the school class, although only me, an the woman caught with birth control, an the judge's ex-wife had been designated for the O boat.

"You might be interested to know, Lena, that during her introduction, the instructor said they varied their instruction depending on who was in the class and mentioned that they didn't try to teach you about how to have sex as everyone thought you were already such a perfect whore. She added that they were right about that because you proved to be a legendary whore on the Everleigh."

"Oh great," Lena responded in a tone of voice that indicated that "perfect whore" was not something she would want stated prominently in her obituary.

Zoe continued, "They said they'd heard that they did not need to give me a lot of instruction on sex either. They kind of used me for giving instructions to other women. In the three weeks I was in slave school, I must have given a two dozen blow jobs and been fucked in my pussy and ass about as many times. I gotta admit that I did not mind any of that cause the whole situation was making me horny as a billy goat all the time.

"But God, the way I got whacked or electro-shocked the second I showed the least disobedience was enough to make me wish I'd never been born. The instructors kept saying that we had no right to control our bodies an were just the property of the boat that bought us. They kept having me present my breasts and pussy an saying those parts were now boy toys, an they'd play with em until I had another orgasm.

"They say that on the O boat, they will keep us working a lot more than on the Everleigh. Most of the time we will be in a big lounge an available for free use to any man who's there. We won't be expected to be all charming like you and the other so-called classy women on the Everleigh. It's going to be more like the strict boats or the all-you-can-fuck boats, except the women will be prettier on the O boat than on the low-priced boats an we will be expected to perform every sex act with skill an enthusiasm. It's like the Everleigh Entertainment Corporation wants to be in all three markets at once.

"The only happy thing they said at the school was that I might get to go to parties off the boat. They said, though, that I should get ready to see men I saw before I became a slave. A lot of them would be enjoying the fact that I don't have any rights anymore, and they can hurt an humiliate me as they wish as long as they don't do no physical damage to me.

"That's just what happened the day before yesterday. They said at the school that we were getting our final exam, and all eight of us in the class were led into a basketball stadium with a bunch of wrestling mats on the floor. Course none of us had a stitch of clothing. They stood us in a circle in the center of the court facing out and told us to hold our arms above our heads an spread our legs so everyone would have access to our pussies. It was like the auction only we weren't bound in any way.

"They also told us that men would be coming up to us an would tell us how they wanted to use us, an we should do whatever they say without question. After they were done with us, we were to go back to our place in the circle until the next man came up.

"Next thing I know, about seventy guys come into the room. I knew about a third of em as guys I knew in college, in Memphis or in Little Rock. The first guy in line for me was Max's boss, Edgar Smith. He was wearing a grey suit an said he long wanted to fuck me for being such a whore at office parties and other things, and I should go, kneel, an bend forward over the bleachers so he could fuck me doggie style like the teasing bitch I've always been.

"I thought for a millisecond that he had a lot of damn gall calling me names when he took one of his indentured servants, Margie Lee, to all the parties. His wife ran off in 2031 during the national divorce.

"Sure, Margie Lee dressed like a schoolmarm at the parties and was a professor at some school before she got into financial trouble, but she was always talking to men at parties about math codes an computer programs an other stuff. The men didn't have any trouble seeing her curves under her clothes, an she didn't have all those children with Smith or whoever just thinking about math or whatever it was she taught. I think Smith let some of his friends fuck her, but I guess I don't really know.

"Well, I kneeled over a bleacher like I was told. I don't think Smith loosened his tie before lowering his pants and cramming his hard willy up my pussy, squeezing my breasts hard and plowing into me. He said again how he'd always wanted to fuck me, an now he could do it an maybe knock me up, an I realized that the bastard was right. He could be knocking me up. But there was no reason worrying about that right then, an it was good to have a cock up me. I always like that, an my boobs seemed to kind of like the squeezing, an I felt that I was building to a big old O, an it happened, an I screamed 'Oh my God' like I always do.

"Well, Smith hardly had his pants up when no other than Lester Semmes tapped on me an said that I did not have to walk back to the circle cause I was just where he wanted me. A few seconds later, I felt a finger putting lub up my ass, and I knew what that meant. That did not bother me, though; I've done anal a lot an like it."

Lena said, "I am less enthusiastic about anal sex, but I might feel differently if I grew up in a country that did not allow birth control."

"But you can get pregnant from anal sex," Zoe said. "Where do you think lawyers come from?"

Lena thought she had heard that joke before, but she would try to forget it in any case.

"But to get back to my story," Zoe said, "it wasn't long before I had another orgasm an was just resting face forward on the bleacher seat when I heard a voice behind me saying, 'Zoe, Zoe White, leave your body where it is and turn your face back towards me an smile.'

"I did what I was told to do, and the guy in the golf team I almost married got a great picture of me smiling with two men's jism flowing out of both of my holes down there. Seems he's now some sort of vice president at the First Dixie Bank an is married to a nice homey girl, an has six children.

He told me he was going to put the picture and the movie he made of me getting fucked twice on the internet so the whole college class could enjoy it.

"Do you think, Lena, that that is going to ruin my reputation in the Free States?"

"No, I do not think it will affect your reputation at all or that.." Lena caught herself before she said that Zoe's reputation did not matter anymore because if she somehow ever got off the O boat, she would still have to leave the country.

Lena knew that her reputation probably had not been hurt by all the porn videos of her in circulation but wondered how she would interact in the future with people who had seen her have multiple orgasms during triple penetration scenes. Also, Lena would never know if someone with whom she was talking had seen one of the videos of her. Well, there was nothing to be done about it so she would have to deal with it.

Zoe got back into her description of her final exam at slave boat school, saying that the guy who filmed her told her to go to the shower and come back. She did that, and her college golf team boyfriend did her missionary style on one of the wrestling mats. "It was kinda nostalgic in a weird way an I had an orgasm reminising," Zoe admitted.

"After that, I sort of lost track. I'd get poked in one hole or another, do my best to enjoy it, an smile enthusiastically, an after a few more fucks, go back to the shower before coming back to the mats to get screwed a few more times.

"A couple heavy guys wanted to be on top, and I was near crushed, but I did my best to act like it was ok, an I don't think they noticed I was near dying.

"I got so tired I could hardly move. I think I was only semi-conscious about five of the times I was screwed. I kind of revived, though, at the end and had a few more orgasms myself before me an all the other women were left in an exhausted trance lying in various positions on the mats as though there had been a massacre or something. We pretty much fell asleep on the mats while the men left, an the staff cleaned up what they could.

"I woke up oozing jism an covered in jism an sweat. I could hardly walk. Someone walked me back to the shower an the bed I was on during the training.

"Yesterday, they said I had been fucked over 20 times. I sure believe them cause I was sore all over. The instructors said they thought I would be a good sex slave, which was good because that's what I would be for the rest of my life. They also said that what happened on the basketball court would be highly unusual for most of us, but those of us, like me, going to the O boat would see such parties a lot.

"Oh God, am I fucked.

"They let us rest that day, but today they drove me up here. I met Max briefly; they did all sorts of medical tests on the Everleigh an walked me to the room an you.

"When I met Max in Memphis just before I got on the boat, he said that he would see me tomorrow an told me what he thinks is my situation. The bottom line is that I'm fucked. He said he'd try to help me by getting me off the boat for parties and other events but that I should have listened to him when he told me after the floating Bibles thing to not misbehave for a while because there were all sorts of things that been shook up an he didn't know how they would land.

"But Jeb Altschule has a great big cock, an it was a lot of fun to do him, his brother and Rev. Backer at the same time. An now I guess I'm really fucked. Do you think I'm really fucked for life, Lena?"

Lena tried to be gentle. "Zoe, who knows what the future will bring."

Lena, having seen 8 customers since she'd last slept, been screwed about 12 times, and had about 10 orgasms, should have had trouble sleeping that night. But she was worried. Was there some risk that they would try to keep her on the Everleigh beyond the next day? Having read much porn about hyper-sexual, submissive women surrendering to their desires, she wondered if she could even be persuaded somehow to surrender completely to temptation and abandon everything to live a life of constant submissive sex. She certainly was as oversexed as any woman she had ever met.