How She Got There

At first there was hardly a day that her condition of servitude didn’t bother her.  Before the old man, Nester, had been alive, and she had been young.  Then sh had been his sex slave.  Not so bad for a young girl to be a favorite of the rich and powerful man.  Of course even then being a slave was just that.  She had always aspired to have his children, and it didn’t happen.  She did see what happened to other women’s children, when they were in slavery, and that was not good or wonderful.  Maybe being barren was best?  Who knows? 

So he came and went on his important business.  It seemed to be farms, and factories, ships and air transport.  He talked with her about everything and nothing.  She listened well to him, and he often said, ‘Now I’ve told you too much’, or ‘Knowing some of these things could be dangerous’.  She wondered how, but never really asked.  She was his slave, and nothing more. She was installed in a cottage, some distance from his main house, and thereby she was different from other women he had.   

There were times when he traveled on business to other countries: England, Brazil and Canada.  She went with him as his slave attendant.  He always took other women to have sex with, but always her to talk to.  He also went to almost every state, mostly by train.  She went with him on those trips also.  He treated her like a slave in public, but in private like maybe she was his wife, or even better than a wife. He often said, ‘I love you’.

From the first she always knew what she was.  It was hard to visualize anything else when he bought her naked.  Sixteen, a virgin, made by the dealer to smile at the seventy year old man who felt her with his big hairy hands as if she was cabbage at a grocery store.  The dealer had said, ‘Good genetics here, and small shapely tits aren’t they?’  And all the while she smiled her biggest and best smile, and wiggled her bottom like she had been told to do.

She was very pretty and knew it.  Her father had other daughters, but guarted her.  she had gone to the all girls private school.  She always went on trips with her parents.  Never had she been alone with boys, not even her cousins or even an uncle.  She was guarded –then one day, that world ended abruptly.  It was never told that her father lost his money, or if being made slaves was because of some political blunder he had done.  No one wonders about girls who are made slaves about why it all happens.

So she was reading in her room, it was a book of short stories, Writers of the Future Vol 1 by L. Ron Hubbard,  She was alone upstairs and heard noises downstairs, but there were always noises downstairs.  Her family was a very active group.  She was the big reader, they were mostly into table tennis and golf, or swimming.  She blocked out the distraction of noise.  She only looked up from reading when a big man dr4essed in a red outfit burst into her room and grabbed her up by the arm and hair.  She held on to her book, which was 3/4 finished.  she could only think of the words, ‘Please!’ and ‘Why!’ as he pulled her through the house, down the steps and out the wide open front door, into a waiting van.  It had Lester’s Moving in red letters on the back.  Only outside dd she realize she was only wearing her blue robe and banties underneath.  Her clothes for supper were on the hamper in her bathroom.

‘The Second Darn Son’ by Ray Cates

I was a thinker and really never worked at a real job. My father had been an accumulator of things. For my first 20 years of life I mostly got independent from my father. That really only happened when he died and I got all his money.

What I had passed down to me other than piles of money were farms and farm factories. My father was named Darnell Frankus, but was called Darn. My name was Kendell Frakus, but since Darn Jr. died at age eleven doing big wheel racing with an all-terrain scooter. I became the only qualified heir, male in the existing family.

At home I was called Little Darn, but I barely knew my older brother who died.  I had a different and younger mother than the older wife who produced the other Darn. 

I grew up bookish, glasses, and of course without scooters.

My home was mostly in Leesburg Florida about 40 miles from Disney World and about 80 miles south of Gainesville Fl where I went to the University of Florida.  I lived with my mother Irene.  My father had a series of big farms in and around the center of the state.  He had some farms in every state and really mega farms in other countries.  My father was very old when I was born, and got elderly by the time I was a teenager..  We mostly flew over farms on days I had off from school.  My mother didn’t fly with us because of the stewardess’ in  the ways they dressed.  They didn’t wear much, even on cold days.  They were all picked from among the farm slaves and were uniformly beautiful.  Dad liked busty ones, and so did I  He called them ‘baby factories’.  It was hard to look out the window at farm land and factories when my slave attendant who was trying to feed me peas was Betty who would say, “No really Darn I like it when you put your hands on my upper leg.  It really feels good.”  someday dad freed the attendants from all clothes.  It was his airplane, and I really didn’t object.

At our house on Commerce Street in Leesburg we had hundreds of slave women, but my mother Irene didn’t keep any beautiful ones.  I went to the University of Florida in Gainesville at age 14 and occupied a house on 13th Street.  I was not the only 14-year-old attending college, but  I think that none of the others had 25 bodyguards who followed them around campus.  My father said, “If anyone wants to kidnap you Darn he will maybe get away with holes in him.”

One of the basic classes in beginning University College was called Humanities and the red-headed girl was named Nancy who sat in the next seat..  One morning she passed me a note,  ‘Dear Darn.  I know where your house is, and I know you don’t have a class after the noon hour.  I see how you look at me.  You look sex-starved and I’m a virgin willing to give it up at 12:30 today, send one of your big goons out to bring me in to you.  I will be standing at your fence next to the sign, ‘THOSE WHO GO BEYOND THIS POINT WILL BE SHOT’.

Please, I love you Darn!

Love and Kisses,

Nancy’

My mother Irene always said, “You better watch out for girls Darn they will say most anything to get to boys like you.”

Mother was right, somewhat,  Nancy was not a virgin, but pretended being one. , lied flat-out about that state of being.

After we were both exhausted on my living room floor and I had gone after her 3 times.  She said, “See I told you I was a virgin.”

“You weren’t, but I’ll keep you anyway.”

“What do you mean keep me?”

“Well you picked me didn’t you?”

“Yes, but I’m a free girl.  I’m not a slave that you can just decide to keep.”

“Your condition now is under the ‘sperm laws’, I have your letter and you came to my door and asked plainly to see me.”

“Look Darn you’re a boy I like, but my body is all mine, even if a law says something different and if you deposited sperm in it.”

“The law is clear and I think if you went home to your dorm you might take a day-after-pill or somehow harm the beginning baby so you will be staying here.”

“I have a class tonight.”

“No”

We sat there on the floor and looked at each other.  Her eyes flashed when she was angry.  She was much better looking all rowed-up, maybe beautiful.

“Look Darn, I told my room-mate Louise where I was going.”

“Where did you tell her you would be?”

“I said, ‘I’m going to seduce the richest boy on campus today.’  I’m sure you’re at least that, aren’t you?”

“By law you made yourself a part of my fortune.”

“You’re not really going to hold me here against my will?”

“All I have to do is call that big man who let you in my gate and then door.”

“What would he do?”

“Restrain you, probably using a wrist chain to lock you to a wall.”

“How do I avoid that?”

“You promise to obey me and sign an indenture.”

“The indenture would make my a slave like all the women here in your living room.”

“Your not at all like the ones in here.”

“I’m not as old or as slavish looking.  Did you know there are ten women in this one room doing nothing but maybe watching us screw?”

These are farm slaves that were promoted to household utility slaves.  They haven’t been to school at all, and mostly they only think about their limited jobs.  They are as dumb as laying hens – if I said for one to keep smiling for the rest of the day, she would, or for the rest of her life.  It takes lots of training and almost no mind to become like one of these.  My mother picked these from a Lake County farm for me.  They worked first at her house in Leesburg.  Now she mostly lives in Palm Beach.  The onc’s you see in here work in cycles.  There are 3 teams of women who work:  one bedroom –living room, two kitchen-dining room and three outside garage maintenance.  I own about 20 on each team.

You won’t be on a team unless you are troublesome in some way.  I’ll tell them your one of my fuck slaves or a bed slave.”

“After I sign your indenture?”

“No that’s what you are, if you sign I won’t have to punish you as much.”

“What would you do to me?”

“One simple punishment is limited food.”

“I don’t eat much — don’t want to be fat.”

“Food is only one weapon a master has.”

“You want me to call you master?”

“Of course, sign or not, you are my slave.”

“Do you ever fuck the house women here?”

“Mostly their as old as my mother, but yes I sometimes do one in the shower or on cold nights have one get in bed and get it.  I play around with some of them in the kitchen or out at the pool more than actual sex.”

“Do they ever get outside?”

“Sure they paint the house and keep my garden.”

“What if I refuse to sign an indenture?”

“That would be awkward.  I was so looking forward to using you in my bed and if needed I would have to beat you with a strap, then you would possibly harbor bad feelings toward me and I might have to send you to Far-Away Farms in Tavares Florida where they train household slaves.  There you would sign your indenture the first day.  It’s usually a two-week training, but they keep slaves until they are trained, however long it takes.

We sat looking at each other for the longest time.  Then I laid back on the floor and closed my eyes.  I dozed off and slept awhile.  When I woke up she said, “You went to sleep.”

“We had a little more activity than I usually have after lunch.”

“At least by sleeping I have some time to think about my situation here.  Please listen and tell me if I misunderstood something.”

“OK,”

“The primary thing is that you’re keeping me here because of the anti-abortion or ‘sperm laws’.”

“Yes that would be my excuse if someone looked into your situation.  I have your letter and you are here.”

“So under that law I really can’t go home to my dorm or go to school anymore, unless you agree.”

“Do you want to keep going to school?”

“Yes, I love school.”

“Good you can keep going, but under guard.  Someone will even go in the bathroom with you.”

“I want to be a doctor.”

“I can pay your tuition.  I can use another doctor.”

“I have a scholarship and I plan to be a children’s doctor.”

“Good idea.  I plan to have lots of children’”

We had a long pause in our conversation, finally she said, “This will be a big problem for my mother and father.”

“What will be their primary concern?”

“That I’m not getting married, but will be your slave.”

“That’s two different things.  One thing is marriage, boys can have as many marriages as they can afford.  My father has (as far as I know) 3 minor wives from wealthy families, and they all live in different places and one major wife who lives in Palm Beach and Leesburg — my mother.  His oldest wife is now demoted to mistress after her young son died in an accident, and dad blames her.  He was going to demote her to slave, but my mother intervened and now she lives in one of his harems and is called a mistress.

Then my father keeps several community places, usually a large compound on a farm for harems of women.  A few of the women on each compound are labeled as mistresses, and others are bed slaves..  The rest just serve the main ones as servants.”

“Master how does your father decide promotions or demotions among his women?”

“My father Darnell Farkus says he judges girls by their entertainment value, production of male babies, looks, and how much cash the parents of the girl give him to take her.”

“Are you really Darnell, master instead of Darn?”

“No my given name at birth was Kendell, the real Darn died in an off-road vehicle crash a few years ago.  That’s when I moved up from son number two to number one.  My father is, my mother thinks 87 years old.”

“What do you and your father like a girl to do if she is do if she is entertaining?”

“Of course there is really nothing like a screaming fight of a fuck like we did her on the floor this afternoon.  Some girls do that and only once, then next time they sort of lay back and spread their legs to let the male enter.  Also girls that can sing are nice, and both dad and I enjoy naked dancing.  Some of dad’s best women are workers on his airplanes.  When we travel to Europe or Asia on long flights we seldom really sleep and sexual activity is basically take a turn and try to serve everybody.  Sometimes when we land in France we don’t get off the plane for quite a while.  There is nothing at hotels but maybe foreign diseases.”

“As a small girl my parents paid for dance classes: ballet and modern dance.  But what do I tell my parents?  If they don’t hear from me or understand what has happened they will raise a storm.  What do I tell them?”

“What does your father do for a living?”

“He went to school to be a dentist, but didn’t like it, and now sells cars and tractors in Kissimmee Florida.”

“What does he sell more of cars or tractors Nancy?”

“Cars, but he has catalogues for road equipment and air planes when he can sell one.”

“My dad has farms in that area, maybe we could buy some tractors from your dad.”

Nancy’s parents were thrilled she found such a wonderful boy.  After hearing the whole story how she had already lost her virginity before she met me, well they thought I was quite fair with her to offer her a possible rise to mistress if she produced a boy.  I even let Gompus Meadows, Nancy’s father clean my teeth and check them when he came to campus.  He sent me his next 2 youngest daughters when they were thirteen and still virgins.  He got rich selling me tractors.  He took another two wives and they are trying to produce more girls.

Back in school at the University of Florida Nancy was not as ambitious as she talked and didn’t like going to  her classes guarded.  Especially when she realized that everything she said was heard and reported to me by a woman with her, who even went to the bathroom with her.  She tried arguing that she meant something else or was mis-quoted, but the slave attendant carried a recording device.  I gave Nancy at least 3 good strappings, but never had to send her for training in Tavares.

Nancy gave up her classes and became a book carrier slave of mine in less than a year.  She was always fun in bed, but I began dressing her as a slave so other students would know she wasn’t my girl friend.

Her room-mate Louise Vega from Sarasota tried to contact me about Nancy Meadows and when that failed wrote a letter to my father.  It was short and hard to ignore.

Dear Darnell Farkus (father of the kidnapper),

     My beautiful best friend Nancy Meadows was lured to your son’s house on the University of Florida campus called Gator Villa and kept there by force.  I have filed complaints with the Campus police and Gainesville force.  I even walked into the Alachua County Sheriff’s office.  The police reaction when I got any were, ‘My god Miss did you know Darrell Farkus owns every toll road in Florida?’  or ‘To be a member of a Florida Sheriff’s unit I have to be indentured and Darnell owns all those indentures.   If he wants this Nancy Meadows we would gladly guard his house so he can keep her in there.’

     I would go to the newspapers, but I imagine you control those so I will keep trying to think of different ways to free Nancy — but I’m not giving up!

                                             Sincerely,

                                            Louise Vega’

My father sent me the Vega letter along with his note and a quality of pictures of her.

‘Glad to see your planting seeds in the young pussies son.  I got pictures of the two girls in question and think maybe this Louise is a knockout.  If you need to buy more tractors using her father I would recommend you do that.  Maybe it’s just good photography but Louise is feisty and should be saddled and broken in soon.  Try a more open door policy son.  You have a wonderful house on campus, but it’s not a prison.  Let girls come interview for a job.  You can think of some duties.  Don’t be shy!  And if you don’t want this Louise – then send her to me special delivery.

I called Louise when I read dad’s letter and Louise said, “Hello this is Louise Vega speaking.”

“Good this is Darn Farkus and my father says you wrote him and wanted to speak to me?”

“Yes it’s about Nancy.”

“Sure she’s right here with me as we speak, would you like to talk to her?”

I was sitting at my desk and Nancy was beside me on her knees, rubbing her breasts against me.

“Not on the phone, I need to talk to her in person, so I know she’s doing what ever she is doing of her own free will.”

“I totally understand Louise we can meet where ever you want and talk.”  I had the photos my father sent me spread out on the desk of Louise.  She had stunning blond hair, blue eyes, was thin and angular, erotic.  On the backs of some of the nude photos it said, ‘Jack’s Erotic Snaps’.

“Some place public, ” she said.

“I think the new student union has a nice restaurant in it.  Nancy and I can meet you there at 8 PM and maybe have steaks.  I’ll pay for them.”

“You don’t even have to ask her, do you Frankus?  Do you!”

“She’s sitting right here by me as we talk aren’t you Nancy?”  I put the phone against Nancy’s head.

“Yes the student union is good Louise.” Nancy said.

Nancy was very happy with eating steak at 8 PM because every night from 8 to 9 PM was my regular slave training hour for Nancy.  She had signed her indenture and wore a collar and leash around the house, but each night Sandy a 40-year-old cook, using Gert a better looking 30 something bathroom slave as her example, showed Nancy proper crawling, licking and sucking techniques, and used a strap to make the training sessions remembered.

Gert had been the most often used slave in my shower or bathroom sexually before Nancy began living with me.

At 8 Nancy and I entered the restaurant and Louise was already at our table.  Our area of the restaurant was marked off so no one could sit near us.

Louise was tall and she stuck out her hand to shake hands with me, as a boy might.  We shook and she said, “I had never seen a picture of you Farkus, you do look very young.”

“You can call me Darn, Louise.” I said.”

“Are you all right Nancy?”  Louise said.

“I’m great Louise.  I’m in love with Darn.”

“You don’t even sound the same Nancy and the way you grab at Darn’s arm and press yourself against him — has he enslaved you?”

“No, I’m his love slave.”

The waiters were putting down steaming plates of steak and I said, “Let’s all eat, and talk about serious things later.”

As soon as the last waiter left, and was far enough away not to hear Louise said, “Why didn’t you call me Nancy?”

“I’m sorry Louise, I sent some people over for my clothes.  You knew where I was.”

“I noticed you looked at Darn before you answered, he gave a little nod.”

“I trust his thinking and I want him to agree with my talking.”

“He has trained you to be obedient.  You couldn’t go back to our dorm room if you wanted to.”

“I could go back over there, but the sex is really good Louise.”

We all ate some after Nancy said that.  It was really nothing college girls said at a dinner.  I had shown Nancy the nude pictures of Louise before we came over and told her, ‘I’m going to the supper with Louise because I’ve looked at her pictures and want her for my bed.’  An odd look came over  Nancy,  I may be wrong but I thought it might be a bit of jealousy, so I said, ‘So what is your condition with me now Nancy?’

‘I’m your slave master.’

‘Yes you are that, so tell me how you became a slave of mine and how do I prove that I own you?’

‘My father gave you a bill-of-sale for me and you let me read it.’

‘You were enslaved before that, how?’

‘You explained how I was one and put a collar on me and lead me around the house on a leash.  I’ve been trained to bow correctly, lick your hands and feet, and how to crawl on my stomach.’

‘So your going to this supper with me Nancy as my slave girl and you will help me enslave this girl Louise.  Of course I could just use force, but first I’m going to talk to this girl and use my slave Nancy to help me get her.  Do you understand the purpose of our dinner with Louise?’

‘Yes master, thanks for letting me help you.’

Back at the student union supper with Louise she said, “I always knew you were ambitious Nancy, but your telling me you didn’t contact me ‘your best friend’ and your excuse is ‘good sex’ with a 14-year-old boy.  Your 19 Nancy.  Sex has not been your main goal in life.  You’re the most reasonable friend I have.”

“When you get to really know Darn you will not think of him as a little boy Louise.”

“You and I are both much taller than him Nancy.  He’s not going to think of us a marriage possibilities, but as conquests.  I’ve looked into his background Nancy and he and his father own thousands of farm slaves and breed them like cattle.  He is so powerful here in Florida that when I went to the police about you being possibly kidnapped, I found that to become a Florida officer an indenture must be signed with him and his father.  They both have the same name.  I was afraid to come here after seeing an internet video of the treatment of slaves on is Okeechobee Farm called Sea Bird Farm.

I’ll bet he’s not considering you for marriage is he Nancy?”

“I may become his mistress if I produce a male child.  I wasn’t a virgin when I came over to his house and offered myself to him –but I told him I was one.  He can tell the difference.”

“Did you ask him if he was one?”

“Really Louise that’s a common qualification for marriage which I didn’t meet with Darn.  I haven’t been to any of his farms yet but around his house on campus he is really god.  In his house there are more than 50 slave women who do everything for Darn and me.  Even as a bed-slave I am on a human level and the others are just useful devices.  I think he likes you also Louise and is willing to take you.

When you sent the letter to his father, then his father had you investigated and found copies of your naked pictures from Jack’s Erotic Snaps.  His father looked at all your pictures and from where you were putting your fingers in the pictures it is evident that you’re not a virgin, like I was also not.

So Darn Sr is 87 and wants you if Darn Jr. doesn’t take you.  He was clear about that in his letter to his son.  As you probably know the Frakus father and son get anything they want and the father wants to fuck you if the son’ doesn’t”

“Those are stupid pictures I made at age 15 while in high school.  Jack was my boyfriend and said ‘These pictures  are just for me babe.’  Then he sold them to Forum Magazine.  That was the last boy-girl sex I had.”

“I understand Louise and can have Jack picked up and punished for what he did.”  I told her.

“Like how?”

“The police could pick him up and drop him off at one of my farms to be worked to death.  He can be castrated if you wish?”

“No leave him alone.  What do I need to do not to become the property of your father?”

“A public surrender would be dramatic in here.  Just kick off your high-heeled shoes and walk around the table and get on your knees in front of me.  Then take off my shoes and socks and suck my toes, one at a time.”

She bowed her head and just sat there, so I smacked my hand on the table and said, “Do it now slave!”

She dropped to the floor and crawled around the table kicking off her shoes as she came.  Nancy took one of my hands and began licking and kissing it.  There was noting like competition to make the heart flutter faster.

After I finished eating I gave the head waiter such a large tip he carried Louise’s shoes out to my car and put them in.

Louise made no pretense of wanting to keep going to school.  She did a bit of crying one day and then seemed to adjust to the same rules I had explained to Nancy.  The idea that good behavior , being entertaining and having one male child was the key to advancement from bed slave to mistress.

I didn’t buy tractors from Louise’s parents but gave them some money and they were as happy as two goats.  What I liked about having Louise was it stirred up a competitive spirit in Nancy.

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