After the war, and over hundreds of years there arose thousands of prisons. In fact prisons became the major industry of many communities.  In the prisons people were treated as slaves, property of the area they were locked up in.  They were slaves, but just not called slaves.  There were several hundred years of this utter stupidity about words.  People were locked up, and not put to useful work, but made to suffer from boredom and being in small places.  After these times of human stupidity there was gradual change.

Gradually towns, cities and states began renting out the services of prisoners and that evolved into just having private and then public sales.  At first almost all sales were on farms.  Many people in towns seemed to hate slavery.  So for years if you wanted to see slaves, like milked cows you had to visit farms.

The rule was almost always that the only slaves were those that were convicted of crimes or those who were born on farms to other slaves.  People who adopted slave children had to go to court and get FREE PAPERS for their kids.

I was trained as a lawyer at the University of Florida in Gainesville Florida, but was bored with all that stuff, so I moved to a college friends house after my wife died.  He happened to live on a farm that I had financed the mortgage on.  So the fact was I was more of an owner of the farm than Dexter was.   I fixed up and lived in a cottage by an artificial lake where fish were harvested.

The farm was near Tampa Florida, North of it.  It was a multi-purpose farm and had a bit of everything on it.  Around my house was intensive gardens where all sorts of vegetables were grown.  The crops were rotated so that stuff could grow all year.

My new vocation, after law, was writing crime novels.  As I wrote most mornings I looked out at farm slaves with hoes working the plants almost up to my house.  The slave workers who toiled near my porch would shout to each other as they worked.  They often talked about me as if they thought I couldn’t hear.  They always called me, ‘The Owner’, and I knew that somehow they had heard that from Dexter or his family, because I never told them anything.

One day I saw a blond girl squatting in the dirt talking to some other girl, she said, “That’s the most fancy car I’ve ever seen. Red is the color I like best for cars.”

“I’ve never been in a car,”  the other girl’s voice said,  “I’ll bet he takes clean girls in a car like that.”

“Bert told me he painted in the owner’s house and the place is full of books.”

“Even the Dex children have books for school.”

“He’s not too old and he could have any girls he wanted on the farm.  He may keep other women in other places, but I wish I was one of them he picked out to use here.  It would be the greatest honor of my whole life.”

That caused me to look up and stop writing.  I could see the girl clearly when she finally stood up.  She was beautiful and dirty.  I wondered if they went for a swim in the lake behind my house.  I often wished I could swim with them, but went on writing when I heard splashing, but now this girl was wishing out loud for me.  I wanted her as much as she wanted me.  I had a wife in Tampa that died, and that had stopped one part of my life.

I stood up when all the garden team stood up and I walked out in the field where the blond stood.  She may have wished for me, but when I walked up to her she quivered all over.  Tears rolled down her cheeks.  The really old man who watched the garden crew was named Jim, he walked over and said, “Master are you going to take Betham?”

“Yes she will be going to live with me.”  I touched her arm just above the elbow and she followed me thru the rows of carrots to my porch.

When I opened the screen door for her to go in she said, “Master I’m too dirty to walk there.”  I saw she was barefooted.

“Don’t worry Beth we’ll get it cleaned later.”

I took her to the bathroom and pulled her one piece ragged blue dress over her head.  My wife had never looked that dramatic, or had som many curves.  She was looking intently at me and I smiled at her as I took a wash rag and soaped her body.  She had a very deep tan on every inch of her body not covered by the dress..  I used lots of liquid soap on her neck legs and arms.  At first I was timid touching her between her legs and her breasts, but she seemed to encourage my wandering hands down around the pelvic region and said, “My previous master Dexter touched me down there every time he was around me to see if I was still a virgin.  He said, ‘Virgins are more valuable so don’t give it away.’  He’s been telling me that since I was five years old and checking my teeth.  Don’t you want to check my teeth master?”

“Have you ever had a shower?”

“Yes master outside the barn.”  It’s water pumped up from the lake — very cold.”

“Well just step in Beth and this won’t be as cold, we have hot water.”

“I never had that.”

She liked the hot water so much, and I had a very large tank, so I got in the shower with her and me getting inside her became our game and we played it until the 35 year old lawyer was out of energy and the hot water tank was getting gradually cooler.

We went to bed wearing the nothing we had on in the shower, “Do I sleep here in the bed with you master?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, “It’s really supper time but lets sleep now.”

I just closed my eyes and the bedside phone rang.  “Hay it’s me Dex.”

“What is it?” I said.

“The old guard said you took Betham.”

“Yes deduct it from one of the mortgage payments.”

“You know she’s prime, worth 5 milk cows on the local market?”

“She’s worth at least that much.”

“Well Albert if I had your money and was not married I would keep at least 3 sixteen year olds.”

“Is she really that age?”

“According to the farm books.  Sorry to disturb your honeymoon Albert.  If you want more just walk around in the fields and pick some more.  In the barn tonight it’s all the slaves are talking about.”

“Goodnight Dex.”

“Was that my old master wanting me back?”

“No I’m keeping you, but he says your worth 5 milk cows.”

“Master thats a huge price.  A prime woman of twenty sells for 2 cows.”

“I told him you were worth more than that.  He said that in all the barns tonight the slaves were talking about how lucky you are.”

“I am very lucky and in love master.  Please don’t ever send me back.”

She laid against my back all that night and the way she squirmed I think she didn’t sleep a wink.

The next morning I had endured a stiff member most of the night and I attacked her at dawn.  I’ve been to football and basketball games where the cheerleaders jumped up and down all night.  That was Betham during sex.  She said, “Living all my life in slave quarters all there is to do is screw.  It happens a hundred times a night and children watch.  My two sisters and I talked about sex all the time.”

“Are they as pretty as you and worth 5 cows each?  Or would you rather have your mother here as a household slave, or your sisters?”

“Mother has male friends in the barn and would be unhappy living in a luxury house like this.  My sisters would love to be fuck slaves and clean your house.”

“Good I’ll have them sent over here.”

“Maybe you should look at them first master.”

“If their your sisters, thats good enough.”

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