Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2015 13:11:15 -0700
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 23

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       JANUARY 25th, Cont.


       I turned back to Jericho and Cornelius.  "I officially annul my
engagement to this man," I announced.  "And I want to state for the record
that I think he's getting away with murder."
       "Fine, Jakey, you're on yer own then," Syd said.  "We'll see how
much mercy I show ya when yer on yer knees, beggin' me to take ya back."
       "Guards, take him to his cell," Jericho said.  "I don't want to see
his face for another two years.  And then when I see it, I'll rip off that
cocky smile with my bare hands."
       They covered up Syd's mouth as they took him away, preventing him
from having the last word.
       "You're all goddamn dismissed!" Jericho snapped, and everyone
started getting up to leave.
       A quick look at my watch told me I still had some time before the
last stagecoach to Fools Gold, and I rushed up to the apartment.  I
finished packing all of my things into my bag.
       Just when I was ready to depart, I noticed all of Parker's clothes
still hanging in the closet, the lovely pocket-watch he carried around on
the dresser.  I realized I couldn't leave them; I had to give myself
something to remember him by.  I grabbed one of his large trunks and
started folding all his clothes, putting them inside along with his
pocket-watch.  I also included all the toiletries that had smelled so
specifically like him.  Doing it started to make me cry again.  And leaving
the apartment for the last time made me sob even more.
       I looked like a crazy person as I carried my two bags through the
halls of Mareshead, crying like I was.  As I walked through the Great Hall,
I noticed there was already some other person in the cage Syd had just been
in, a naked woman.  Jericho's lunch, surely.
       I left the mansion through the front entrance, the same one I had
first come in on.  The first thing I noticed was how cold it was, as if
winter finally decided to show up after so many days of hot sun.  I saw a
man who served as sort of the mansion bellhop, and asked him, "Where do I
wait for the last stagecoach to Fools Gold?"
       "You'd be waitin' all night, `cause there she goes now."
       He pointed at a disembarking stagecoach, leaving a trail of dust
behind it as it drove down the road.  I started to run after it as fast as
I could.
       "Stop, please!" I yelled as I ran.
       I realized my bags were slowing me down.  I set my bags down, and
sprinted at my top speed, thinking I might catch up and make them stop for
me.
       But then the horses went faster, and I started to lose ground.
       "PLEASE WAIT!!!!"
       But they were gone.
       Absolutely defeated, I turned back, picked up my suitcases, and
walked back into the Great Room, telling myself I'd just have to catch the
one that left first thing the next morning.  I had survived what seemed
like countless nights in Mareshead.  One more wouldn't kill me.
       I noticed Cornelius coming into the room, looking for Jericho.
       There was the Governor, talking to the naked woman in the cage.
"Sewing, darlin?'  That's what you're talented at?"
       "Pretty much," she said.
       "Oh, this is gonna be too fun.  I have a fun little game for us to
play."
       "Mr. Governor, sir," Cornelius said.  "I hate to interrupt, but I
wanted to let you know the Calvary have been contacted, and is setting
course for Mareshead.  They should be arriving in several days."
       Jericho paid no notice of this news.  He noticed me walking to the
stairs, and he motioned to one of his guards.  "Grab this man, who has
given up any claim he had on my protection," he said.  "He needs to learn
that now he's nothing but a slave."
       "Should we put him in the cage with the other one, for you to go
through today?" asked the guard, clearly meaning that Jericho would kill me
along with this woman.
       "No," he said.  "I'm having much too much fun with this Linda who
sews.  He'll find a way to suck the fun out of my games, just like he
always does.  No, put him in the pens.  Tell Lucky Holden to put him aside
for me special, somewhere where he won't escape, and I'll have him brought
to me in the next few days, when I feel like a real treat."
       "No, wait a second," I said as the vampire guard grabbed me.  I
pulled out Parker's contract and held it above me.  "I have an IOU right
here, totally legal.  And I'm using it to guarantee that your Blood never
does me harm.  Cornelius, I want you to see this too."  I knew full well
that if Cornelius had not been present, Jericho would have taken the
contract and ripped it up.  He had absolutely no honor, and would take
whatever action he believed he could get away with.  Which was why it was
so unbelievably dangerous to be alone with the man, or even alone with the
people who were sickeningly loyal to him.
       "Let me see that," Jericho said, walking over and grabbing it from
me, reading it.  Jericho handed Cornelius the contract.  "This slave is
trying to claim I'm required to make sure the Logan Blood does him no harm
because he has one of those.  If that's true, you'd better get used to the
idea of being tossed out with the rest of the trash into the desert.  I'm
sure he'll be thrilled to have you."
       I scowled at him, really not liking that idea at all, but anything
was better than ending up a slave waiting for Jericho to make a meal of me.
       Cornelius read it.  "Well, it does say that he can chose when the
IOU is paid off, and what the payment will be.  I think this is in order."
       "Darn right it's in order," I said.
       Jericho grabbed the paper and started to read it again.  "Wait a
second, what is this, in fine print at the bottom?  Yes, there.  `No one
but Parker Logan himself may use this contract.'  Cornelius, were you
trying to pull the wool over my eyes?"
       Cornelius looked at me, and for once, I realized he HAD lied for me.
"No, I just didn't see that part.  It was so small."
       I realized why Parker had questioned if the contract would still
work without him being alive.  He must have known about the fine print, and
just hoped Jericho wouldn't look close enough to see it.  That's why he had
told me if it didn't work, to make sure to stay with Della.  He would be so
disappointed with me, to see me fail to do as he instructed.
       "You're dismissed, Cornelius," he said.
       "Yes, Mr. Governor," he said sadly.  "Ben, would you come with me?
I need a hand in my office," Cornelius said to the one guard present.
       "I guess," he said, following Cornelius out of the room.
       "Well, since all that's left of Parker's is some ash stewin' in my
piss, `fraid this sheet ain't gonna be useable anymore."  He ripped it up,
and with it all hope I had at escape.  "Guards!" he yelled, and three new
ones came in from the nearby doors at his calls.  "Take him to the pens!"
       I tried to fight them off, but they picked me up and carried me out
of the mansion, one of them dragging my two bags along behind us.
Normally, I would have fought back with everything I had, but my depression
from Parker's loss made it feel like I had so much less to fight for.
       They dragged me down a footpath to the north of the mansion, the
only direction surrounding Mareshead that I had not yet been to.  I
realized I could again hear that odd humming sound that had made me curious
from the first moment I arrived in Mareshead, the one that sounded like it
had come from the north.  It had been such a constant presence during the
days that I had just learned to tune it out.  The farther north we
travelled, the louder the noise became.
       We went over the top of a small hill, and a structure came into view
in the valley below.  It seemed like a very large rectangular barn type of
building, with steel walls surrounding the outsides, and a steel grated
roof.  It clearly wasn't supposed to be weather proof, as the gable of the
roof was raised above the walls, allowing for weather to get in.  Not to
mention the fact that the walls themselves were grated, allowing in light
and air.
       As this building came into view, the humming was louder than ever,
clearly this was the source.  As I got a whiff of unpleasant animal odors,
I realized that the building must have housed livestock, and I was hearing
the sounds they were making.
       The guards took me to one of the metal doors and pounded on it.  A
handsome black cowboy with green eyes, clearly a vampire, opened up.
       "We got a fresh one for ya, Clanton," said the mansion guards.
       "Ooo, a pretty one, I see," said this Clanton, giving me a quick
look over.
       He quickly picked me up and dragged me inside the barn.  Before I
could fight him off, he stuck a steel collar around my neck, and then even
though it seemed to be fully fastened, he pulled out a key and turned it in
a keyhole on the collar, which I could only assume was locking it.  He
hooked the collar to a nearby chain that was bolted in the floor.
       "Welcome to the pens," he said.
       I looked at my surroundings and what I saw almost made me lose my
oatmeal breakfast.  The huge structure had steel fences cordoning off
dozens of sections of animal cages.  The whole floor was filled with dirt,
mud, and straw.  But instead of animals here, it was filled with people.  A
couple hundred people, all naked and collared and caged off, many of them
crying or sobbing or yelling in pain.  That was the hum I had heard before,
not the sound of livestock, but of the moans and cries of all these human
slaves combining into a loud din.
       As soon as I saw it, I started to fight back in earnest, trying to
pull my collar off my neck.  But I realized it was useless without the key
Clanton was holding.
       Clanton unhooked the chain from the ground and started pulling it
like a leash towards the center of the barn, towards a large, five story
structure that seemed to be a watchtower of sorts in the middle of the
building.  There were eight other smaller towers like the center one, all
of them spaced evenly on the outer perimeter of the barn, where most of the
slaves were held.  Towards the center tower seemed to be areas used for
other functions besides the human pens, and that's where he wanted to take
me.
       "Look at you fools," Clanton said to the guards.  "Carrying the
slave's bags like fuckin' 4-star bellhops.  At least give the slave a bag
to carry."
       One of the guards slammed my backpack into my stomach, making me
hold it.  I would have just dropped it but instead I decided to hang on, as
the guards and Clanton all were standing in front of me, looking forward.
Very quickly, I reached into one of the small pockets of my backpack that
was easily accessible, I pulled out a sharp pair of barber's scissors, and
stuck it in my pants pocket just before one of the guards slowed down and
walked behind me.
       "Don't worry, slave," said Clanton.  "Soon you'll be just as happy
as all the rest of these idiots."  He pointed to the naked slaves in the
dirt.  Before, I had never really known where all the slaves in Mareshead
came from.  The terrifying reality was almost too much to bear.
       "I'm not going," I said, pulling my body back and holding my ground.
       Clanton never responded to me, he just grabbed the chain and pulled
it so hard, I fell forwards into the dirty ground.  He pulled the chain and
easily dragged my body along with him, with my neck straining so much, I
worried he would either choke me or break my spine at any moment.  I left
my bag behind me, and one of the guards picked it up.
       He stopped as we reached an area absolutely filled with cabinets.
Some of this storage was the supply cabinets for the barn and Mareshead,
and I could see simple dry food items in one area.  But the section of the
cabinets that Clanton took us to had shelves absolutely stuffed with what
looked like personal belongings.
       "Throw the bags in there," Clanton told the guards.
       I mentally made note of where they had put my two bags.
       "We'll need to make sure the slave gets his shots before we let him
loose with the others," Clanton said.
       "Ya ain't gotta worry `bout that with this one, Clanton," said one
of the guards.  "He's a special human.  Won't grow old.  Can't get diseases
of any kind."
       "Not even fleas?  I hate goddamned monkeys with fleas."  Though
Clanton was handsome like the rest of the vampires, there seemed to be some
slight impediment to his speech, which seemed to denote to me that his
mental faculties weren't anything special.  I hoped I would be able to
exploit that weakness.
       "Nope, not even fleas.  But he needs food, water, sleep, all the
normal human shit."
       "Well, I'll be."  Clanton attached my chain to a rivet in the floor,
and said, "Alright, fellas, I can take it from here."
       The guards left.  I could hear one of them saying, "Whew, do I wish
I could work in here."
       "Everyone wants to work in the pens," the other said.  "But it's
Lucky's choice who is assigned there, and he ain't likely to pick your
young, weak ass."
       I realized that because the one guard who Jericho had first ordered
to take me to the pens and let Lucky Holden know that I was to be set
aside, for him to eat for dinner at some later date, was not among the
group that had ended up delivering me, that message seemed to not be
getting carried through.  Which meant, instead of being one of Jericho's
meals, I was just being put here like any other normal slave.  I wondered
if that was exactly what Cornelius had in mind when he asked the guard to
assist him.  I, for one, certainly wasn't jumping at the chance to explain
this breakdown in communication to the slavers.
       Clanton started to unbutton my shirt.  "Stop that," I said, trying
to push him away, but I was unable to stop him.
       He pulled my shirt off my arms, and looked at my body, smiling and
whistling as he grabbed me.
       "Keep your hands off me!"  I backed away from him, as far as my
chain would allow.
       "In here, slave, you'll learn real fast not to talk to any vampire
master unless they fuckin' ask ya a question.  Now, take off those goddamn
shoes."
       "No!"
       "I'll take `em off for ya."  He pushed me to the dirty ground, then
yanked off my shoes and socks.  While I was on the ground, he grabbed my
shoes, socks, and shirt, and put them in the cabinet with my other things.
"Pants off too."
       I was about to lose my concealed weapon, so I pulled the scissors
out of pants pocket while he was looking away and stuck them up my left
armpit, keeping my left arm down to conceal them.
       He spun around and slapped me upside the head.  "You do what yer
told when I tell ya," he said.  Then he unbuttoned my pants and pulled
those off forcibly.  He even pulled off my underwear.  I was left naked,
shivering in the cold winter air.
       "You can't do this to me," I said.  "I'm a free man."
       "Oh?"  He walked over and inspected the back of my neck.  "Psssssh.
Ain't no way.  If ya had the Free Mark, I wouldn't be able to put ya
through processing so easy.  But ya got a big fat nothin.'"
       I started to regret not trying to get an "L" tattoo on the back of
my neck earlier, as Polly had suggested.
       "Over here, with the other new recruits," said Clanton as he dragged
me to a nearby pen that seemed to hold particularly confused looking naked
people, eight in number.  Clanton unlocked a steel gate, unhooked the chain
from my collar, and kicked me inside before shutting and locking me in with
the other new people.
       The other slaves helped me to my feet.  "Thanks," I said.  "I'm
Jake."
       "Phong," said one of the women, an Asian.
       "Randy," said a white guy in his twenties, sort of heavy and
unattractive.
       "Benedict," said the oldest person there, a Native American looking
man in his sixties.
       "Stella," said a very scared looking white woman in her 30s.
       "Becky," said an attractive but angry looking woman in her 40s.
       "I told y'all, yer names mean nothing now, `cause they might not
even let ya use them," said a white girl about my age who seemed to know
what was going on.
       "You're from the Territory, aren't you?" I asked her.
       "Damn straight," she said.
       "Why'd they bring you here?"
       "'Cause I'm the kid of two slaves, and I just turned eighteen.
Lucky me."
       Benedict gasped and pointed to the top of the central, tallest
watchtower.  A very tall, strong looking white cowboy vampire came out and
looked down on the slaves below.
       "Who is that?" I asked.
       "Lucky Holden."
       A couple others gasped at the name.
       "I'm sorry, why is that gasp-worthy?" I asked.  "What does he do,
exactly?"
       "He's in charge here," said the girl.  "Has been for more than a
century, they say.  The Governor hand appointed him `cause he thought he
was the one man most similar to himself, though he's not from one of the
high Logan families."
       "If he's anything like Jericho, that can't be good."
       This time, it was the girl's turn to gasp in surprise.  "Ya best be
callin' him Mr. Governor, if ya have to call him anything at all.  That
goes for all y'all!"
       "He's looking at us!" said Phong, nodding up towards the top of the
tower.
       "'Cause it's his chosen responsibility to parse us."
       "What does that mean?" I asked.
       "It means he's like the Sorting Hat from Hell," said Randy.
       "Uh, what does that mean?" I asked.
       "Oh, uh, sorry," Randy said.  "I figured you were from the real
world."
       "I am!"
       "It means he's gonna take the bunch of us fresh meat," the Territory
girl said, "and decide which type of slaves each of us will be stuck with.
Now, just `cause he picks one role for you, ain't mean that's what you'll
be doing yer whole life.  Sometimes, folks are reassigned to other jobs, if
their masters are disappointed in them, for instance.  So let that be a
lesson to y'all never to rest on yer laurels."
       "What categories of slaves are there?" I asked.
       "It's a hierarchy," she said.  "At the very bottom are the vampire
meals.  They're held here `til the vampires come and kill ya, drink ya dry.
Often times they rape ya as well.  Only the meanest vampires kill when they
feed, so they don't make it an easy, clean death."
       I knew exactly what kinds of sad fates these people faced.
       "My mother would kill me if she knew she paid for all of my years at
school just for me to end up with that career," joked Randy.  "How can we
avoid getting picked to be those?"
       "Usually, they put the people who can't be of any other use to them
in that group.  Or the folks who won't break.  So, ya better show respect
to this Lucky and others, do what they ask ya, or that'll be yer fast
fate."
       "What's the better options?" I asked.
       "The worker slaves are next highest.  Thems the type mostly in these
pens.  They don't get their collars removed or their clothes back.  They
work on menial, physical tasks.  It's an awful life.  And when yer used up,
ya could just end up back as vampire food."
       "These poor people," I said.
       "Y'all wanna do everything ya can not to get put there.  Ya need to
prove you deserve to get one of the higher groups," she said.  "The next
one up is the human sex slaves.  Them's sold off to human masters,
somewhere out in the world.  They never get clothes, unless their new
masters agree to it."
       "Oh yeah, that really does sound much better than the worker
slaves," said Phong sarcastically.
       "You say that now, but most of these worker slaves would kill to be
picked for the sex slave," she said.
       "Please tell me there's something better than those groups," Randy
said.  "My mother so wouldn't approve of the whole sex slave career either,
she's just old fashioned, I guess."
       "There is," the girl said.  "From here on up, we move to Logan
Vampire house-slave groups.  These include cleaners, dishwashing, basic
cooking, delivery, etc.  All jobs that don't take much skill.  And they get
back their clothes and stuff, and get to leave the pens and live in actual
housing, though it ain't exactly the Ritz."
       "How do we get to be one of those?" asked Stella.
       "Ya gotta prove you're real obedient and healthy.  Good at taking
orders, understanding the masters' needs."
       "Is that really the best category?" asked Phong.
       "Nope," she said.  "Next up, is the sex slaves for the Logan
vampires who purchase them.  They don't get to take their belongings or
wear clothes, but sometimes, their masters'll end up clothing them.
`Course, the sex slave'll be expected to give blood.  But the masters who
buy them aren't supposed to kill them, unless they got approval from Lucky
to move them into the lowest category of vampire food."
       "Why is that rated so high?" I asked.  "How is that any better than
the sex slaves for humans?"
       "'Cause the vampires are always much, much more attractive than the
humans," she said.  "Vampires are some of the best lookin' folks on the
planet.  The humans that buy the slaves usually do so `cause they're too
repulsive to get sex any other way."
       "If you're being raped, who cares how good looking the rapist is?" I
argued.
       "Well, the human masters are allowed to maim or kill their sex
slaves, without anyone lookin.'  The vampires here have more rules.  And a
lot of times, the vampires keep their slaves in their luxury homes, keep
them well fed, give them healthcare.  Way better than the house slaves'
living conditions.  I sure want to be one of those, if they think I'm
pretty enough for it."
       "Something tells me I'm not pretty enough to make it," Randy said.
"Is that really the top caliber slave?"
       "No, there's one higher," she said.  "The special skill slave.  If
ya can prove you have some training or skill, they'll make ya one of
those."
       "Then what happens to you?" Stella asked.
       "You get yer collar removed, you're allowed to take yer stuff and
wear yer clothes.  If yer skill is something useful to them in the
Territory, they'll keep ya here, move ya around if needed among the
vampires.  So, if ya can cook, if yer good with horses, if ya have
carpentry skills, if yer a nurse.  All of those would get ya top billing as
slaves, and the nicest slave quarters, healthcare, food."
       "What if you're a computer programmer?" asked Randy.
       "I don't even know what that means," she said.  "But if ya can
convince Lucky you have a skill that might be useful outside the Territory,
and he can sell you as one of the top class of slaves somewhere around the
world, it would be good for you.  But if he can't sell ya, you'll be moved
down in category."
       While she was talking, Lucky came down from the top of the
watchtower, and moments later, he came out of the first story door on the
tower, walking right for us.  As he got closer, I got a better look at his
features.  He was just as built as he was tall, filled with lean muscle.
He was white, but his features were darker than the Logan men, with quite
tan skin and almost black hair, which was generally cut short, but looked
like he hadn't trimmed it in too long a time.  His face was handsome in a
rugged way, but not nearly as handsome as the Logan men.  He had no facial
hair, but sported a whole lot of dark stubble.
       He was just putting on a dark brown cowboy hat.  He wore old
fashioned, dirty blue jeans which hugged his muscled legs, cowboy boots
that were mud splattered.  His collared cowboy shirt, which might have been
nice at one time, was so worn out he'd ripped the sleeves off, leaving his
strong, muscled arms visible, and I noticed his particularly hairy
forearms.  The shirt also had no buttons left, so it hung like an open vest
around his upper body.  Black fur covered his upper body, though none of it
looked too thick or long to be considered unattractive.  His large pink
nipples were a sharp contrast to the color of his chest hair.
       He kicked open the gate to our pens.  "Ah, fresh meat," he said, and
something about his eyes told me he was shrewder than Clanton had been.  "I
want everyone to line the fuck up, with the people who arrived the soonest
in front."
       Everyone quickly shifted around as instructed, with me at the back.
Lucky grabbed Stella and pulled her out of the pen, shutting the gate after
him.  He pushed her down in an open space in front of his watchtower, and
chained her collar to the ground.
       "If ya got any skills to speak of, tell me now," he ordered.
       "Yes, uh, sir," Stella said, her voice shaking.  "I'm a
veterinarian.  I can keep your livestock healthy, and your horses."
       "I'm sendin' ya off to have yer skills validated by the experts," he
said.  "If ya pass, you can be one of our skilled slaves here.  If ya fail,
if I get a whiff of any deception, I'm gonna turn ya into vampire food, ya
hear me?"
       "Yes.  No, I won't fail the test, sir."
       "Master!"
       "Master."
       He disappeared into his watchtower, and came back with a metal rod,
so hot at the end, it was glowing red.
       "What is that?" I asked.
       "The branding iron, of course," said the eighteen year old.
       "We have to be branded?" I asked.
       "Of course!  In the Territory, all humans either have a Free Mark, a
tattoo on their neck, or a Slave Mark, a brand."
       Lucky approached the woman.  "Lie face down," he commanded.
       "No, please, master, no, don't do that to me, I can't take it!"
       "I said lie face down, bitch!"
       "No, I won't, no!"  She clawed at his ankles, trying to get away.
       He kicked her in the face with his cowboy boot, and we all gasped as
we heard her nose break.
       "That kick was just enough to make ya listen, but not enough to make
the pain yer about to feel any less."  He forcibly flipped her over, and
stood with one boot on her head, forcing her face into the dirt.  He put
his other foot on her back, keeping her from fighting.  "I've done this
millions of times, but it ain't ever get any less pleasurable for me," he
said.  "And I love it even better when they fight."
       He grabbed the hot iron and stuck it on her left buttcheek, and she
absolutely howled in pain.  I had to look away so as not to faint as I saw
the metal burn into her flesh.
       "Oh yeah, ya smell that sweet smell of burning human flesh?  And can
ya hear that wonderful sound, like bacon sizzlin' on a griddle?  Almost
makes me come, just doin' this."
       When he finally pulled back, she had a huge burn all the way across
her butt cheek in the shape of a Logan "L."  I felt enormously bad for her.
       "And I'm rescinding the offer to be a vet," he spat.  "I could never
send some little fuck who claws at her master and is goddamn scared of a
little branding into the care of one of our fine Territory vampires."
       "No, please, no."
       "I'm sorry, did I ask you a fucking question?"
       "No, master."
       "That's right, and if a master doesn't ask you to speak, you'd
better shut the hell up.  Well, yer good lookin' enough so I might have
made ya a sex slave for some human somewhere, but that's not gonna fly now
that yer nose will always be fucked, making ya ugly.  So, that leaves
manual labor."
       He unhooked her chain, lifted her up, and tossed her over one of the
fences into one of the naked slave cages, with some other workers.
       "Who's next?"
       Becky was at the front of the line, and Lucky grabbed her chain and
pulled her out of the pen.
       "Oooh, we got ourselves a looker here," Lucky said.  "How'd ya like
to be a whore for the vampires?"
       "How'd you like to get butt-raped in a high security prison, you
asshole?" she asked.  "My sister is in the FBI, and she'll never stop
looking for me, and when they find this place, all of you will pay."
       "Wrong answer, bitch," he said, slapping her in the face.
       "You fucking asshole, you never lay a hand on me again!"
       "See what happens to the spunky ones?  They end up using that spunk
in a life of hard physical labor."  Lucky forced her onto her stomach, even
though she fought against him, and branded her just like he had to Stella,
and then tossed her roughly into the same pen.  "Next?"  Lucky pulled Randy
out of our area, and locked his collar to chain in front of the watchtower.
"Got any skills, fatass?" he asked.  "Sides eating?"
       "Yes, master," he said.  "I've got a computer programming degree."
       "I get a lot of you modern little fucks with the useless goddamn
outside skills," he said.  "I'm gonna talk to my people out there, figure
out if anyone needs a skilled slave like that.  It'll take some time before
I know for sure.  While ya wait, ya might as well work all yer ugly lard
off here as a worker slave.  When I find out about whether someone out
there wants to buy you, I'll come find ya.  And either you'll be shipped
off with yer things, or I'll have to think of another role for ya.
Understand?"
       "Yes, master, thank you, master."
       "Ya know, ya got a good slave attitude.  I'll think on it.  If I
can't see ya for what yer trained as, seems a waste to have ya as one of
them workers.  But yer too ugly to ever be a sex slave.  So maybe, if ya
please yer masters real good here, we can make ya a house-worker slave."
       Randy nodded and smiled, but said nothing, surely because he wasn't
asked a question.  He was very clever.
       "Lie face down."
       Randy's face went white as he laid down on the ground, shutting his
eyes and bracing himself for the pain.  Lucky used the branding iron on his
left buttcheek, and left in there far less time than he had with the
veterinarian.  I saw tears in his eyes, but he didn't cry out or fight
back.
       "There."
       Lucky unchained Randy, lifted him up, and put him over the fence
into the same pen that the sobbing veterinarian was in.
       Lucky came over and said, "You're next."  He grabbed the Hispanic
woman in her fifties, and chained her to the ground.  "Alright, what talent
you got?"
       The woman opened her mouth, and let out a long string of Spanish.
       "Oh no, this ain't Mexico, bitch.  You'd better switch to English
real fast."
       She said something again in Spanish.
       He slapped her, making her stop talking.  "That's whatcha get for
not speakin' English," he said.  "Not speakin' no English is like raping
your Logan Blood masters ears.  `Cause a few hundred years ago, back when
the Logan Blood were still in England, the Vampire Council decided that
there needed to be a single, unified language that all six Bloods spoke
fluently.  And the Logans used all their favors to make sure that language
was English.  And now, ya ain't gonna be able to live on Vampire ground
without knowin' it.  I don't give a fuck if ya want to speak other
languages too, but ya better be able to talk English, or I ain't got no use
for ya.  I'm sending ya to be a worker."
       "Wait, master," said the Hispanic man directly in front of me, a
good-looking guy in his thirties.  "I can speak Spanish, and what Maria was
trying to tell you is that she's actually a heart surgeon back home."
       "I don't give a fuck, her talents don't mean shit if she can't speak
English.  Lie face down, you cockroach."
       When Maria didn't turn because she didn't understand him, the guy in
front of me said something in Spanish, and then she finally did it.  She
took it without even crying as she seared the "L" into her butt flesh, then
he tossed her over as well into the pen with the others.
       Lucky came and pointed at the Hispanic man.  "Well, I'll be. `Cause
of yer goddman big mouth, you get to jump to the front of the line."
       He pulled the guy out of our pen and chained him to the ground.
       "You talked out of turn fuckin' twice, slave."
       "Sorry master, I was just trying to help.  I'm trained as a
carpenter, by the way."
       "That's three fuckin' times I had to hear your goddamned voice.
Now, I can't exactly sell yer ass to a vampire when ya got a mouth like
that.  But yer too goddmaned cute to be just a worker slave.  So, I'm
making you a whore slave for some ugly human.  Clanton's in charge of
training those."
       He branded the man, then tossed him into a small pen that didn't
contain anyone else at the moment, probably so he could wait for Clanton,
who I didn't see anywhere around anymore.
       Benedict, the guy in his sixties was next.  Lucky pulled him over in
front of the watchtower, and chained him in place.  "Ya got any skills?"
       "I'm a Tenor, m-m-master."
       "A what?"
       "I sing."
       "What kind of singing?"
       "Opera singing, master."
       Lucky erupted into laughter.  "We don't need no opera here," he
said.  "I'll give ya one shot to prove to me you can sing Country.  Go for
it."
       Benedict opened his mouth and started to try and sing some wailing
country song, but he absolutely butchered it.
       "Nope.  Don't need ya," Lucky said.  "And yer too goddamned old to
start out as a house slave.  So, ya got one shot to prove you can hack it
as a worker here.  Ya look fucking weak to me.  If ya can drop right now
and give me twenty, I'll spare ya."
       Benedict went down on his hands and feet into a sloppy push-up
position, and he started to do the exercises.  The poor guy looked like he
was about to have a heart attack as he maxed out at fifteen.
       "Nope, not gonna fuckin' do."  He got the branding iron and branded
Bendict.  "You'll be hanging out in the pens reserved for the vampire food
until someone wants to make a meal of you."
       He tossed the old man over another fence, into a pen that contained
particularly weak or angry individuals.
       Phong was next, and he pulled her out of the pen and chained her to
the ground.  "Do you have any skills?"
       "I'm an attorney, master."
       "So, that's a big fat nope," Lucky said.  "Ya got a big mouth to go
with that law degree, or are you humble enough to be a vampire's slave?"
       "I'm totally humble, master, and here to serve."
       "Well, yer too damned ugly to be a vampire's sex slave.  So, I'm
gonna make you a dishwasher in the Mareshead kitchen, got it?"
       "Yes, master.  Thank you."
       "Just as long as ya can take the pain of the hot iron."
       I could see her crying as the iron made its burn, but she managed
not to scream.  He picked her up off the ground and removed her chain.  "Go
tell Clanton that you've been selected to be a Mareshead dishwasher.  He'll
take off yer collar, let ya put on yer clothes and get yer things, and send
ya on yer way to the mansion."
       She looked very, very relieved as she walked off towards the
entrance.
       The eighteen year old Territory girl was next, and she went with
Lucky as he tied her up to the ground in front of the watchtower.
       "What about you?  Got any talents?"
       "I want to be a vampire whore, master," she said.
       "You and everyone else here, bitch," he said.  He started to look
her body over with his prying eyes as well as his hands, checking every
inch of her.  "Yer face is pretty enough.  Ya got a lean body.  But look at
this huge scar all across yer back.  What is that?"
       "A vampire took to whippin' to me when I was a whelp, master."
       "Well, wah-wah, cry me a river, that ain't my goddamn problem.  Good
thing a lot of vampires get turned on by whip scars.  Now, I'd say yer
looks are just on the fence as to whether you'd pass, so I'll leave it up
to yer skills."
       He unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his circumcised dick.  His
pubes were almost black, and his meat was frighteningly large, even though
he was totally soft.
        "If ya can make me hard with just yer mouth, and then get my dick
all the way in yer mouth, I'll give ya a pass."
       "Yes, master."
       She kneeled down in front of him with her hands behind her, and she
started to lick his dick like a lollypop, working what seemed to be a
skilled tongue up and down his unit.
       Before long, her hard work resulted in him hardening, sticking
straight up and out of his jeans, his dick scary big.
       "Okay, ya passed the first test, now for the second."
       She nodded and started to swallow his dick.  I couldn't believe she
could get that monster down, but she did, sucking it into her.
       That is, until she had just an inch or so left, and she came to a
hard stop.  Somehow, she couldn't go any further, no matter how much she
turned her head this way or that to try to coax it down.
       "Eh-eh, nope, nah-uh.  Ya may only be short by an inch, but that's
the most important fuckin' inch of all.  You fail."
       He pulled off of her, and slapped her face away angrily.  He put his
dick back in his pants, creating a tent in his jeans.
       "Now, ya just got fuckin' demoted to sex slave for some human out
there.  Lie the fuck down."
       She was almost in tears at this disappointment as she laid face down
on the ground.  He brought the branding iron over, and seconds later, she
has an "L" on her butt.
       One thing I promised myself: I would never let myself be branded.
Not only did the experience sound painful as all heck, it was the most
humiliating thing I could possibly conceive of.  Not just the specific act,
but the ramifications of being forced to carry it around for the rest of my
life.  I knew I would rather die than get branded.
       Lucky unhooked her chain and tossed her into the pen in which the
Hispanic guy had been put into.  He looked at the branding iron.  He didn't
even look at me as he asked, "What do you want to be?  Got any special
talents?"
       I snickered.  "You're nothing but Satan's evil guidance counselor,
you know that?  I half expect you to hand me some demonic version of What
Color is Your Parachute.  Master."
       He looked at the iron with squinted eyes, and tested it on the
wooden fence.  Cleary it had gone cold.  "I have no fucking idea what yer
talkin' about, so I'll ask ya one more time.  Do you have any talents?"
       "I don't know," I said.  "I guess I'm semi-proficient at cooking."
       "Ha!  Well, Marehead kitchens are overflowin' with cooks, so unless
yer goddamn Chef Boyardee yourself, I don't need ya."
       I gave him a look.  "You have no clue who Chef Boyardee is, do you?"
       But he wasn't answering me, he had carried the branding iron around
the corner, clearly to reheat the thing.
       When he reappeared, he did not have the iron with him, he must have
been heating it up.  He turned to look at me, the last newcomer in the pen.
Instead of pulling me out to be branded, he simply jumped over fence into
the pen with me.
       "Well, I'll be damned, I never smelled ya before I got right close
here.  Ya smell fuckin' good.  AB negative, ain't ya?"
       "That's what they tell me," I said impatiently.
       He moved closer and got a whiff of me.  "Woo-wee, that's some sweet
smellin' blood.  Damn, there go my fangs bustin' loose," he said, showing
me his two fangs as they elongated and sharpened.  "And fuck, there goes my
dick."
       He reached into his fly and showed me that his huge dick was once
again hard.
       He fastened a chain in the ground to the collar on my neck, and I
began to get nervous.  Why wasn't he pulling me into the ground in front of
the watchtower like he had the others, where he branded everyone?  I had
planned to use the scissors to make my escape when he was transferring me
out of the pen and into the ground.  Using the scissors would do nothing if
he had me chained to the ground, I'd have to try and wait for him to
unchain me.
       "I can remember plain as day the last one of those I had through
here, though it was decades past.  She was old as fuck, mid-fifties at
least, and showin' her age, ya know, titties saggin' down to here.  And
`sides that she was a real porker.  We get fuck too many fat fucks in here,
and it's getting worse.  Always the Americans too.  We get a lot of
foreigners, `cause it's a whole lot easier for us to catch those,
`specially in the third world, but those foreign fuckers never are fat.
Americans, however, are fat, and she was of course American.  Plus, even if
ya made her lose the weight, which was doable, and made her de-age, which
was impossible, she still woulda been one ugly chick, just `cause of her
ugly as fuck DNA.  So, yer probably thinkin,' ain't no way she ended up
goin' anywhere special just `cause of her bloodtype.  She probably ended up
just another worker slave.  Well, you'd be wrong as fuck.  She ended up
being made a vampire whore, and we sold her for a minor fortune back then.
Ya see how much yer rare bloodtype counts for guys like me?  And let me
have a look at ya. "
       He looked at me with a scrutiny that was somewhere between a pimp
sizing up a prospective new whore and a slave master inspecting a
prospective slave's body before the purchase.  Either way, it was creepy
and unsettling to be the center of it.
       "Ah, see?  I didn't really have a good look at you before.  Ya got a
young, sweet face on ya.  Not too pretty, but that's alright.  Still, all
smooth, handsome features."
       He put his hand to my forehead and cheeks, and I stepped back, not
liking his hands on me one bit.  But my back hit the wall behind me, and he
used his body to trap me in place, getting his fingers on my face.
       "No visible scars, not even fuckin' acne scars.  Real nice."
       He moved his eyes and hands down my body, looking at my chest.
       "Woo, I see yer lean as fuck, and ya got some nice titties on ya,"
he said, giving my left nipple a squeeze with his strong, dirty hands.
       "Stop that!" I said, trying to shake him off, but he paid me no
mind.  I was just praying he wouldn't lift up my arm and see my concealed
scissors.
       Instead, he knelt down, grabbed my soft dick, and pulled it aside
feeling on my testicles.
       "Hey!" I said, but he held me in place firmly.
       "Ya got a nice piece of equipment here, slave.  It's in workin'
order, if ya get my drift?"
       "Yes, not that it matters to you," I said.
       "Yer damn right, it ain't gonna matter to me none.  I ain't got no
use for any hard dick, myself.  And none of the vampires who might be
interested in buying ya would give a fuck either.  But there's a small
portion of special vampire females out there who'd be willin' to pay for a
slave who had what it took to satisfy them.  How'd ya feel `bout breedin'
the ladies fer the rest of yer life?  Ya got what it takes to be a real
stud?"
       I shook my head.  "Sounds awful," I said.  "If you sold me to some
woman, she'd want her money back as soon as I wasn't able to ever get hard
in her presence."
       "Damn straight," he said.  "No, yer built for men's pleasure, that's
for damn sure."  He felt my thighs.  "Ya got a nice build, perfect for all
those vampires who'll want to throw ya `round, and do some real damage
while they screw ya.  It's clear you can take the abuse, and they're not
gonna fuck ya to pieces the first time they lay hands on ya, which is
perfect."
       He stood up, and spun me around.  I felt his hands on my back,
looking for imperfections.
       He whistled.  "That's a mighty fine piece of ass ya got there," he
said, kneeling down.  "Not too bony, not too muscled, but just right.
Goddamn, that ass is just beggin' to be played with."
       I purposely clenched my buttcheeks shut, but he pried them open with
his insistent, dirty hands, and it made me consider using the scissors
before he unchained me, just to get him to stop.
       "Goddamn, is it just me, or is that the prettiest hole I ever laid
eyes on?"
       I felt him thumbing at my sensitive spot, and this felt so, so wrong
to me, not just an insult to my honor, but to Parker's memory as well.
       "Oh lordy, I ain't ever seen a hole as cryin' out to be fucked as
the one ya got on ya," he said.  "Got me absolutely drippin' over here.  I
can't stand it anymore, I gotta poke ya."
       "I wouldn't do that," I said.  "I just had unprotected sex with Syd
Logan, before he was cured of AIDS."
       "You're a slutty lil' whore slave, just how I like `em," he said.
"Well, I'll have to wait until I get a rubber.  For now, I'll just have to
see if yer hole tastes as hot as it looks."
       I felt his lips kiss my hole, and then his tongue jab into me
rudely.
       "Oh lord, yup, it sure does.  It tastes so fuckin' good, my dick
wants to taste it himself.  But that'll have to wait."
       I said a prayer of thanks as he stood up and spun me around to face
him again, leaving my poor nether regions alone.
        "I can tell yer gonna make pretty much the hottest sex slave I ever
produced," he said.
       "I don't want to be a sex slave," I said.
       "What do ya mean?" he asked.  "I'm talkin' a sex slave for some
strappin' vampire men, almost as studly as me.  Ya should be chompin' at
the bit."
       "I don't want to be a slave of any kind," I said.  "But I find being
forced into sex to be particularly demeaning.  So, please just put it out
of your mind."
       "You're saying you'd rather mop floors or somethin' instead of
takin' some hefty dick up yer sweet behind?"
       "That's right."
       "Well, fuck no, ya ain't got a choice.  Sure, yer young and ya got
some muscle tone.  That might mean I can fetch a pretty penny for ya as a
house slave.  But why should I be satisfied with that when I can get a
hundred times that much for you as an obedient sex slave?"
       "I'll never be obedient to you or anyone else," I said.  "I'll never
be subservient."
       "Oh, we got another strong willed fuck here," he said.  "Ya know
what I love more than anything `bout my sweet lil job?  When I get to break
lil' fuckers like you down into nothin.'  A couple weeks under my care, and
I'll have ya absolutely beggin' yer master to give ya a bone.  Now, ya know
damn well what ya done to me?  You turned my dick hard as fuck and ready to
burst, with yer trampy lil' ass tastin' so good, and yer fuckin' hot blood
fillin' my nostrils.  Yer gonna pay for what ya done to me, right now."
       "You're going to risk getting AIDS, then?  Is that it?  You're about
as idiotic as you look."
       He slapped me on the face.  "Everytime ya give me tongue, I'll give
ya pain back.  And I know just how hard to hit ya, so it hurts like fuck,
but won't leave any bruise on yer pretty face.  Can't have that, now, could
we."
       "Well, you're going to have to hit a whole lot harder than that to
make me stop talking back," I said defiantly.
       He slapped me again.  "Don't make me get out my whip, slave.  `Cause
no vampire who would buy you would give a shit about slash scars on yer
back.  And nope, I ain't stupid enough to fuck bareback some slutty slave
with diseases.  I got somethin' else in mind entirely.  Yer gonna suck my
Lucky cock, ya fuckin' tease."  He pushed me down to his crotch level and
stuck his hard dick against my closed lips.
       "No I won't," I said, fighting him off.
       "Oh, ya wanna be fuckin' forced, is that how ya like it?  Well,
that's what turns me on."
       He forced me on the ground, face up, and I almost lost my scissors.
I concentrated on keeping them intact.  With his weight holding me into the
ground, I felt the tips of his fingers on my lips.
       "No, I will not put your disgusting penis in my mouth!" I yelled,
shaking my head.
       "Ya ain't got a choice, slave."
       I felt his dirty fingers force their way past my lips as he stuck
both hands into my mouth.  I tried to spit them out and fight him off, but
I could feel his hands turn to steel.  Using his incredibly hard digits, he
pried my jaw open.
       "Yeah, that's it, open up for your master's cock," he snarled.
       Next, I felt him stick his penis in my mouth, which drove me wild
with anger.  It was so massive, I felt like it was ripping my jaw apart.
As soon as he pulled his fingers out and closed my lips around his unit, I
bit down as hard as I could with my teeth.
       Lucky laughed.  "Ya go ahead and bite, it ain't gonna make a lick of
difference.  I'm not some young buck, not strong enough to stand a little
biting.  I'm old as hell, and yer cute little teeth ain't gonna do a bit of
damage to me.  In fact, it feels fucking terrific, like a love bite."
       That didn't stop me from biting him, but my bites didn't stop him
from pushing in and out of my mouth, screwing my face with gusto, and
groaning in pleasure.
       "Goddamn, yer mouth feels even hotter than it looks."
       The worst part was the taste of the precum oozing all over the
inside of my mouth.  I tried to switch strategies, and instead of biting
down, I opened my mouth wide, hoping to stop making contact with the side
of his stalk.
       But he was so large, he still managed to fill up my mouth, and me
opening my jaw just gave him easier access to plow himself inside me.
       He spun around 180 degrees into a sixty-nine position, all the while
keeping his dick in my mouth, and when he grabbed me under the knee and
pulled my leg towards him, I thought he was going for my very soft dick.
Instead, I felt him lick away at my inner thigh.  I tried to shake my leg
enough to get him off me, the last thing I needed was for him to taste my
blood.  But he forced my leg to stay put with both his strong hands.  I
felt his fangs pierce me there, and as the pain turned to pleasure, it made
me angry.  I didn't want to be forced into feeling any sort of sexual
pleasure with this jerk, and I was embarrassed as I felt my dick go hard.
       "Oh my lord, oh my lord, what is that?" asked Lucky breathlessly as
he pulled off my thigh wound.  "This is not AB Negative blood I'm tastin.'"
I heard him smack my blood around in his mouth.  "Well, no, it is AB neg.
But it's like AB neg lit on fuckin' fire."  He took another long swig of my
blood.  "Fuckin' hell, slave, why ain't ya tell me yer blood tastes ten
times better than any blood I ever tasted?  Goddamn, we'll just have to set
up and in person auction for you.  Let all the vamps get a taste of the
product, of course.  And I'll be the richest fuckin' bustard in the Logan
Blood after.  `Course, yer not fit for sellin' yet, not for a long ways.
And the more ya want to fight me, the longer I'm gonna have with yer sweet
blood."
       He went back to feeding off me, and the pleasure of my blood was
causing his nether regions to respond in an unpleasant way, bucking his
hips crazily, using his hands to hold my head in place as he fucked my
mouth with callous gusto.
       Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to orgasm, and suddenly my
mouth was absolutely flooding with this brute's seed, which repulsed me.
       "Ya better swallow, slave!"
       But I refused to, and he kept his dick in my mouth until every last
drop had leaked out of his giant tool.  As soon as he pulled out of me, I
spit his cum out from my mouth onto his body.
        "Let's see if you continue to spit when cum is your only source of
nutrition," he threatened, but I didn't care.  "Now, let's get that sweet
ass branded, just to make sure you know who owns it."
       Lucky climbed out of the pen over the fence, went around the corner,
and reappeared with the branding iron, which was as hot as ever.  I
shivered just looking at it, and he set it down next to the chain that I
knew was waiting for me.
       He opened the gate between the pen I was in and the open space the
branding iron was in, and walked towards me.  He unlocked the chain that
was attached to my collar, and started to pull me towards the open gate.
       Right as we started passing through the gate, and he started to yank
me towards the iron, I reached under my armpit, grabbed the sharp scissors,
and used them as a knife.  I plunged the sharp point as hard as I could
into his throat, cutting through his skin and knocking the scissors so far
into him, the handles touched his adams apple.  The act disturbed me
completely, and I would have felt woozy if not for the fact that I was
absolutely terrified of that branding iron.
       His face looked completely shocked, and his hands went to his throat
as he emitted a bloody gurgling sound.  I used the surprise to my benefit
by tackling his upper body, pushing him off balance, and forcing him to the
ground.  I had planned for his head to be lying prone just inside the open
gate.
       I grabbed the gate door, and slammed it hard shut, hitting his head,
which prevented the thing from closing.  I opened the gate wide and slammed
it shut again, hitting his skull once more.  I did this again and again
until I saw he was unconscious.
       I ran as fast as I could towards the pens' main door, the same one
they brought me in through.  I thanked God as saw the door man, Clanton,
wasn't there; apparently he was still taking that slave girl into the
mansion.
       I put my hand on the handle of the metal door, and I felt the
painful surprise of a large number of volts rushing through my body, as I
was knocked back off my feet and onto the ground.
       "Gate's electric," said one of the nearby slaves, an older Asian
woman, as I got to my feet.  "This whole place has electric outer walls, to
keep us in here."
       "How do I turn it off?"
       "There's a switch panel, right over there," she said, pointing at a
grey metal box on a wooden pole.  "But it's locked."
       I groaned, disappointed that I had failed to search Lucky's pockets
for the key ring I had seen him put in them.
       "Wait, before you go," said the slave.  "Clanton keeps a loaded
pistol in the first storage locker over there," she said, pointing.
       I ran over to the locker, opened it, and there was the pistol.  I
knew what I had to do with the thing, exactly how I had used Boyd's pistol
to shoot him dead through the temple.
       I ran back to where Lucky lay unconscious, stuck in the gate door,
and I pointed my gun to his left temple.  Would killing get easier the
second time around?  Only one way to find out.
       I pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.  It wasn't loaded.
       No, that wasn't it.  It was more that I told myself to pull the
trigger, but my finger remained unchanged.  Was I so paralyzed with fear
that I literally could not move?
       I tried again, but nothing happened.  It wasn't that the trigger was
stuck, it was that my finger was unmoving.
       I put the gun into my left hand, re-aimed, and pulled the trigger
with my left index finger.  But that finger was just as stuck as the other
one.  I could not fathom what was wrong with me.
       The situation went from weird to straight up bizarre as my left hand
started to move on its own accord, lifting the gun away from Lucky, and up
towards a nearby pen.  And then, I felt my trigger finger start to squeeze.
       "Move, move, now!" I yelled at the eighteen-year-old Territory woman
and the Hispanic man who had been set aside to be human sex slaves as I
realized my gun was pointing right in their direction.
       Thank the Lord they had quick reflexes, as they were able to dive
onto the ground just before I started to shoot.  If they hadn't moved, my
first bullet would have hit the girl, and the second the man.
       I was in an absolute panic, feeling like an insane person who wasn't
in control of his own body.  I could feel everything in my left hand, yet I
seemed to have no control over it.  To avoid shooting anyone else, I
started to get down on the ground, wanting to lie on top of the gun.  But
once again, even as I told my body to lie down, it refused to listen to me,
and instead stood in place.
       My heart, already pounding like mad, went even more berserk as my
left hand turned the gun towards me, pointing at my face.  I felt my jaw
force itself open, and my left hand stuck the muzzle deep inside my mouth.
I tried so hard on concentrating on not pulling the trigger, but wasn't
sure if it was having any power at all.
       I shut my eyes, preparing myself to die.
       "How does the muzzle of the gun taste, slave?" I heard Lucky say.
"I know it can't taste as good as my cock, and it doesn't even come close
to me, size-wise, so it must be pure disappointment."
       I opened my eyes, and there was Lucky, standing up and fully
conscious, having pulled the scissors out of his throat.  He had his hand
raised up in the air towards my left hand.
       "Ya probably have guessed by now that I'm a special. Once I bite a
living animal, I can play with their living flesh.  Make `em do as I
please.  Right now, I please that you suck on yer muzzle like a fuckin'
dick.  Waddya say, ya want to suck on the muzzle some more, or should I let
ya loose?"
       "Let me loose," I tried to say through the muzzle in my mouth.
       He pulled his hand back in the air, and as if he had my hand
connected to his on invisible string, mine pulled away too, and I gasped as
the gun finally left my mouth.
       "Ya won't be needin' that no more," he said, and made me open my
left hand and drop the pistol.  "Now, stay there."
       He turned away and started to grab the chain that he would surely
lock to my collar, and I realized that he wasn't able to control me with
his back to me.  I kicked the gun into the pen I had just accidentally shot
into, and gave the Hispanic man a look.  He nodded, and knelt down over the
gun.
       "Don't think I didn't hear that," Lucky said, turning towards me,
and seeing that I had kicked the gun.  He quickly deduced the direction I
had kicked it in, and walked into the pen, looking for it on the ground.
       As soon as Lucky turned his back to the man, the man jumped up, and
stuck the gun muzzle to his head.  "Don't move," he said to Lucky.  "I
haven't been bitten, so you can't stop me."
       "Shoot into his temple and he'll die!" I said.
       But Lucky stuck out his hand towards me, and I felt my body lean
down and pick up the scissors off the ground, before getting back to my
feet and sticking the scissors in my face.
       "Don't make me make him cut himself up, slave," Lucky warned, and
the man hesitated.
       "You wouldn't do it," I said.  "You don't want me to have any facial
scars, remember?"
       "True," Lucky said.
       He twisted his hand down, and my own right hand lowered down my
body, and carefully placed my penis in between the blades of the open
scissors.
       "But yer not gonna need this useless part of you ever again, since
it'll just be yer ass and yer mouth they'll be fuckin.'"
       "Don't worry about me, you have to shoot him!"
       "Listen, don't hurt him, okay man?" said the Hispanic man.  "Just
swear to let us go, and I'll put this gun down."
       "I swear."
       The man dropped the gun.  Then like lightening, Lucky grabbed the
man's head and twisted it, creating a sickening crunch, making me sure he
had just broke it.  The man fell to the ground, dead, and tears stung my
eyes.
       "No..."  I shook my head.  I felt enormously sad for the poor guy.
       "I never negotiate with slaves," Lucky said.
       He dropped his hand, and I was free to drop the scissors, all my
hope of escape dropping with them.  And worst of all, I knew that man would
still be alive if it hadn't been for my actions.
       Lucky grabbed his chain and locked it to my collar.  He pulled it
tight, forcing me facedown into the ground.  When I heard him pick up that
branding iron, I fought with every muscle, even though I knew it was
completely senseless given his powers.
       "Uh-uh," he said.  "I'm gonna make ya beg for it," he said.  I felt
his power being used to force my butt up into the air, towards him, almost
as if I was asking to be screwed, and it was an embarrassing position.
"Yeah, let me see that hot hole of yers, that's right.  Yeah, show me how
yer ass begs for my mark on it.  Begs to be owned by me, forever."
       He forced my butt to move into the air even more than before.  All
my struggling was just met with him forcing my whole body to do his
bidding.
       But apparently, he couldn't make me say what he wanted.  "You are a
sick little nothing who gets off on the pain of others," I started.
       "Time to keep yer mouth shut, princess," he said, and my jaw
suddenly wouldn't open.
       I continued to try and fight for power over my body with everything
I had, but he grabbed the iron and slammed it into my buttcheek.  I felt
absolutely torturous, red-hot pain and smelled burning flesh as the L was
branded into me.
       In spite of myself, I felt tears sting my eyes, though I would never
let Lucky see those.  The tears came not because of the excruciating pain,
but because of the absolute shame of the situation.  I felt as if my soul
had been burnt to a crisp along with my skin.  I absolutely wanted to die.
       "Mmm, nothing turns me on more than burning flesh, especially when
the flesh is as fuckin' sexy and yours is."
       He held the iron to me way longer than he had for any of the other
brandings I had witnessed.  Then when he finally pulled it away, I could
feel his eager tongue licking at the burn.
       "Mmm, don't want to waste any of that tasty, charred blood ya got,"
he said.
       As he let me up and went to put away the iron, I stood back up,
feeling the branding with my hand.  The burn was tender, bloody, and
painfully raised, and I could clearly make out the "L" shape with my
fingers.  I felt like I was going to vomit.  I fought back my tears so that
Lucky wouldn't see my weakness.
       He came back quickly, and slapped me right on the butt over my
brand, making the pain all new again.  "Whewee, what a pretty mark ya got
there," he said.  "I swear to god, somehow I managed to make yer sweet ass
ten times purdier.  What can I say?  I am a true artist."
       "You really seem like Jericho's true offspring," I said, repulsed.
       "Ah, shucks.  I guess yer capable of flattery after all."
       "That was not a compliment," I said, but he didn't listen.
       He spun me around and looked into my eyes.  "Now, slavie, since yer
gonnna be trained as a vampire play thing, ya need to get outta yer mind
the notion that somehow being a labor slave would be better for ya.  Only
way to do that is to make ya live the life of one of the laborers until ya
come to yer senses, and start showin' yer masters some lovin.'"
       "That's not going to happen," I said.
       "We'll see.  But Clanton and me are the only ones here during the
day.  The rest of my men lead groups of labors out until the fields, and
only come back come dusk.  Ya can join `em tomorrow morning, In the
meantime, we'll just hafta keep ya busy round here.  And ya can start right
over there.  I want ya to pick up that traitors body, and throw him in the
fire machine."
       I didn't do anything, I just stood there watching him.  "I'll be
ordered around by no one," I said.
       He lifted up his hand.  "We can do this the hard way.  But sooner or
later, I promise ya, I won't have to use my power anymore."
       I felt my body move again without my brain commanding it.  It
lumbered clumsily over to the dead Hispanic man on the ground, lifted him
up, and walked away.  The odd thing was, I could still feel every sensation
of the process, feel how heavy the man's body was.  And Lucky wasn't
grabbing the body like I would have, safely bending my knees.  He was
bending and twisting my back awkwardly.  Not that I had ever before had any
experience carrying around a dead body.
       The Territory girl looked me in the eye and whispered.  "Ya should
just give in.  Just let them do what they want, and it'll be over soon."
       "I'm trying to be strong," I said.
       "It's another kind of strength to give up yer pride and give in,
like I did.  Your kind of strength makes you end up like the man in your
arms."
       I said nothing to her as Lucky made me walk over to a nearby
cremation furnace, much like the one I had just seen Parker's body
destroyed in, rubbing salt in fresh wounds.  Lucky had me open the metal
hatch, throw the body in, and then shut it again.  Someone had already lit
the furnace up, and the amount of ash suggested that a body had already
been destroyed here.  Lucky pulled a lever, and I could see the body inside
catching fire.  I felt absolutely terrible for this poor man who was only
trying to help me.
       Clanton walked into view from around a corner.  "Hey, Holden, just
wanted to let ya know I'm back from takin' that bitch to the mansion."
       "Clanton is responsible for tending the pens themselves," Lucky said
to me.
       Clanton looked at me.  "Oh, Lucky, there was somethin' I needed to
tell ya `bout that one.  What was it?"
       "That he needs some serious house breaking?"
       "No, that he, uh, won't age ever.  He's stuck like that."
       "Really?  He'll never grow ugly, or die?"
       "Nope," Clanton said.
       "Fuck, we'll get so much more money for him then.  How is it that
he'll never age?"
       "I dunno," Clanton shrugged.  "Guess he's a special like you."
       "But he's a human, you retard."
       "So what?" Clanton asked.  "If a special vampire can happen, why not
a boy too?"
       "Sweet.  Anything else I should know `bout him?"
       Clanton considered for a moment.  "Um, nope."  I was so happy he
didn't tell Lucky about me not being susceptible to illness.  Did he do it
on purpose, or did he truly forget?
       "Oh, one more thing," Clanton said, coming back into view.  "I
almost plum forgot.  He can't get sick neither.  Can't catch no diseases,
and can't give diseases to anyone else."
       Lucky's eyes went wide.  "Clanton, are ya sure ya got that one
right?"
       "Yup, I'm damn sure."
       He lowered his eyebrows at me.  "Ya fuckin' lied when ya told me you
had AIDS."
       "I just said I had had unprotected sex with someone who had AIDS.
That's not a lie."
       "Holy shits, Clanton, this means we got on our hands somethin' we
never had before, a slave that can be fucked hundreds of times a day by a
thousand different guys."
       "That doesn't even add up," I said.
       "You shut yer mouth, slave," Lucky said, and he slapped my wounded
butt again.  "What this means is, we got a Territory chock full of eager
dicks full of spunk that never had a taste of condom free screwin,' myself
included.  Plus, his blood smells like AB negative but tastes so fuckin'
good, vampires would be willin' to die just to get one lick of it.  And
he'll never get old or sick, so he'll be the perfect fuck toy for all
eternity.  I mean, hell, it almost seems like highway robbery to sell him
at all.  The honorable thing to do with a prize as insane as this would be
never to sell him, but to take him `round all throughout the Territory, so
every horny vampire male can get their fill of him."
       "Is that what ya want to do, Lucky?"
       "Nah, no fuckin' way," Lucky said.  "We ain't never been in the
business of bein' honorable.  We're gonna make a profit with that boy's ass
that will make us all the richest men in the Territory, save for Jericho.
We'll give the Governor his cut, for sure.  And until the day when I deem
the slave ready to be sold, I got dibs on his ass.  Ya tell that to the
others.  I don't give a shit what they do to him, so long as his ass is
saved for me.  The last thing I want is to go fuck him, and have all the
rest of ya idiots cum dirty my pecker.  If any of y'all cums inside him,
I'm gonna plain kill `em with my bare hands.""
       "Right," said Clanton.
       "Oh, and slave?  Didya thank Clanton after he kindly welcomed you
into the pens?"
       "Not in any way that I care to be thanked, he ain't," said Clanton.
       "I think ya owe him a big thanks, an act of gratitude," Lucky's face
turned even more malicious than before.  "I want ya to give `em a mean
blowjob, just as ya did for yer main master."
       "Ooo, my nuts could use a good drainin,'" said Clanton, unbuckling
his belt, pulling his jeans down to his knees, and spilling his huge, soft
unit out into the open, which he started to shake awake with his hand.
       "There's no way you'll ever get me to willingly put my mouth on that
thing," I said.
       "Who said anything `bout willingly?" asked Lucky with an evil smile.
       Lucky motioned with his hand, and I felt my legs crumple underneath
me, forcing me down on my knees.
       "Mmm, fuck yeah," said Clanton as he came towards me, sticking his
hard, dark unit in my face.
       I wanted to run, but Lucky made me put my arms around Clanton's hips
and grab onto his hard butt, pulling him towards me, until his dickhead was
rubbing against my closed lips.  I tried to lock my jaw shut, but Lucky
used his power to make me open my mouth.
       I seethed with anger as I felt Clanton's dick invade my mouth.  I
tried to use my tongue to push the intruder away, but Lucky took control of
that too.  He made me close my mouth around Clanton's dick just to the
point of biting him, and then he made my tongue lick at his huge member
repeatedly.  The fact that he could have kept me from biting him all along
begged the question why he hadn't used his power on me when he had made me
suck him the first time.  Probably because it titillated him more to
overpower me through sheer muscle power than it did to do it with a power
that didn't even require physical contact.
       "Mmm, this is just about the sweetest mouth my dick has ever
plowed," Clanton said.  "And the smell of his blood is makin' my fangs as
hard as my pecker."
       Lucky forced my mouth to work over Clanton's dick for a long while,
absolutely tiring out my jaw, tongue, and lips.  He used his power to make
me bounce my head up and down, skewering my head on his dick.
       "Oooh yeah, won't be long now till this thing erupts," moaned
Clanton.  "God, he smells so good."
       I saw Clanton pull out a knife from the jeans around his ankles and
place the blade into my right cheek.  Before he could cut me, Lucky said,
"What the hell are ya doin?'"
       "Giving his face a good cut for me to lick."
       "Oh no, not with this one."
       "But I can lick the wound closed later," Clanton said.
       "Yeah, but even so, ya cut so deep, he'll scar for sure.  I mean,
fuck, I walk around here, and I can tell every slave you fucked in yer bed
`cause they the ones with their faces covered with scars.  Ya can't do the
same to this one, the price we'll get for him will plummet."
       "But Lucky, how can I stop myself from just giving him a few
slashes?  His face is so, so pretty."  I felt him slowly scrape the flesh
of my face with his knife blade, looking down at me as he saw me sucking
him off, and I could feel just how powerfully compelled the insane vampire
needed to cut these slave's faces.
       "Well this time, ya ain't gonna cut his face, Clanton," Lucky said.
"And if I ever find his face has been cut, I'll know it was you who lost
control, and I'll kill ya plain.  Hear me?"
       "Yes, Lucky," he said sadly as he put away his knife.
       "Slave, why don't you stand up and let yer master give ya a sweet
bite," said Lucky.
       I felt myself pull off of Clanton's dick, which I was happy about,
and then stand up on my feet and tilt my head back so that my throat was
being offered to Clanton, which I was not happy about.
       "You can't let him bite me," I said to Lucky.  "You just fed off me.
Do you want me to die of blood loss?"
       "As long as yer on yer feet, yer not gonna die of bloodloss.
Clanton, just take a little taste."
       I saw Clanton's fangs plunging towards my throat, and I shut my
eyes.  As the pleasure/pain of the bite hit me, I felt Clanton react in a
surprised, turned on fashion, grabbing my body, pulling it against his, and
screwing my abs with his wet dick.
       "Fuckin' tastier than ya ever thought anything could taste, ain't
it?" asked Lucky.
       Clanton moaned pleasurably in response as he continued to hump my
body and drank down even more blood at an alarming speed.  I could feel his
humping sped up to a ridiculous pace as his dick practically caused a
friction burn against my torso.
       "Clanton, that's enough."
       But Clanton kept on sucking away, his humping only getting more
fervent that ever, groaning.
       "Clanton, enough!"
       "Make him stop, he's going to kill me!"
       I felt an explosion under me as I realized Clanton's dick let loose,
huge amounts of his white seed landing all over my stomach and chest,
making a huge mess of me.
       "Clanton, off!" yelled Lucky angrily.  Apparently, Lucky had never
bit Clanton, because he had to use his hand to pry the vampire off of me.
       Clanton licked the blood off his lips as reason returned to his
face.
       "I said, just a little taste!"
       "Sorry, Lucky, I got that taste and I just couldn't stop."
       Lucky himself leaned in and licked at my neck, sealing the wound
closed.  "Well, I can't blame ya there.  Now, one thing you'll need to
learn to love, slave, is licking up all of yer vampire masters' ball
juice."
       "That's never going to happen," I said.
       "For now, until you learn to beg for the cum, I'm gonna make ya do
it," Lucky said, raising his hand.
       I felt my knees drop to the ground again and my mouth open as I
started to lick Clanton's softening unit, my tongue cleaning up every inch
of the soft monster, the taste of his cum invading my mouth.
       I absolutely could not believe he had the power to force me to
swallow it down, but he did, though once again I felt like vomiting.
       "That's good, Clanton, I can take it from here," Lucky said, and
Clanton pulled his pants back up and moved aside with a pleased smile on
his face.  "But you, slave, aren't nearly done.  I can see tons of cum all
over yer chest and stomach.  I want you to use your fingers to scoop all
that good stuff up and drink it."
       And just as he instructed, I used my hands to wipe the copious
amount of semen stuck to my body and deliver it to my mouth, and soon I
seethed as I was forced to swallow his entire load.
        "Clanton keeps some of the worker slaves here during the day to
make sure their pens get cleaned up, ain't ya, Clanton?"
       "That's right."
       "This slave here need some serious laborin,' in order to get into
his pretty head that being a worker slave ain't nearly as good for him as
being a whore.  Waddya say, Clanton, got any labor yer slaves haven't done
yet that this one could do?"
       "The buckets need emptyin,'" he said.
       "Ah, perfect," said Lucky.  "I'm gonna come along and make sure ya
stay on task.  And this time, every time you refuse me, I'm gonna give ya a
whippin,'" he said, holding up a leather whip, which he attached to the
side of his hip.
       He led me into one of the nearby pens, away from Clanton, and it was
clear that the people huddled on the ground were scarred of getting walked
on as they quickly rolled out of the way of his feet, creating a clear path
for us to follow.
       The ever constant stench of the pens grew even more repulsive as he
pulled me towards a large, wooden bucket.  One look into the thing and I
could tell it was chock full of sewage.  I turned away and held my nose,
feeling nauseated.  It became all too clear the disturbing lack of bathroom
facilities us slaves were subjected to.  I couldn't believe how unsanitary
this was.
       "Would it kill you to install even an outhouse for these poor
people?"
       "They ain't people.  They're slaves."  He kicked a nearby slave to
get his attention.  "Slave, tell this one what the slaves who really please
their masters during the day get, that the rest of you never are allowed."
       The slave's voice was shaky and afraid.  "Um, they get toilet
paper," he said.  "And, um, a toothbrush.  Tampons for the women.  And
blankets if it's a cold night, master.  And if the slave is chosen to spend
the night with one of the nine masters in their towers, they get scrubbed
down beforehand with soap and shampoo."
       "That's right," Lucky said.  "See, slave?  It pays to be loyal
here."
       "Something tells me by the clear lack of toilet paper in that bucket
that these people only get those rewards if they do something really
unusually impressive.  And I don't even want to guess what depraved
activity you monsters would deem as suitably impressive to reward."
       "Pick up the shit bucket and carry it, slave."
       I noticed that the bucket wasn't even fully sealed properly, and
hadn't been built for handling liquids.  This was demonstrated by the fact
that brown liquid was seeping out from the seams of the wood pieces.
       "I will not!"
       I saw Lucky grab for his whip, and my reaction was to attack him,
but he overpowered me again physically and forced me on the ground, face
down.
       "I thought you getting one permanent scar today would be enough to
teach you some manners.  I guess not."
       I heard him crack the whip behind me, felt the agonizing sting as it
snapped through the skin on my upper back.  It hurt so bad, yet could not
have hurt worse than the branding.
       "See?  Again, I'm such an artist.  You look so much better this
way."  I felt him licking the bloody wound on my back.  I had hoped he
would close the wounds with his saliva, but I realized he was only licking
at the spilled blood, not the wound itself.  Meaning, the wound would bleed
and scar for sure.
       "I still won't follow your orders."
       "Then I'll force you to," he said.
       I felt the still odd sensation of my body moving on its own accord
as he made me get to my feet, crouch down, and nestle the disgusting,
smelly bucket against my chest.  The sewage was so close to my face, I
retched, though nothing came up.  My feet started to hurt as I started to
walk on rocks and other rough surfaces, and I couldn't believe they
wouldn't at least give their slaves the benefit of having shoes.
       He made me walk out through one of the side gates of the structure,
and perhaps seventy yards down a worn path to a disgusting repository just
over a small hill that clearly had been used to dispose of the pens' sewage
for some time; it was absolutely crawling with flies.  Lucky made me toss
the bucket load into the festering sinkhole of mess, and I took at least
some pleasure in the fact that I was making him walk out here with me.
       But as we walked back to the pens, I wondered if my defiance had
squandered an opportunity at escape.  Curiosity coming over me, when he had
me go pick up the second bucket, this time I didn't fight him, I just
picked up the bucket right away.  My body was already filthy from the last
bucket, and really couldn't get anymore putrid.
       "That's it, slave," said Lucky.  "I like to see that lash mark on
yer pretty back has finally put some sense into you."
       I almost dropped the bucket just then, as his approving of my
subservience to him was too much to bear.  But I carried it back to the
gate of the pen, with him walking behind me.
       "Ya know where to take it," he said.  "I'll wait for ya here."
       And I realized he would be stupid enough to let me go on my own.
I'd have to walk over the little hill on the way until I was out of sight
of the pens, and then I'd be free to make a break for it.
       But before I could even take a step, he grabbed a long chain and
locked one end to my collar.  "This is just long enough for you to walk
over to the shit hole, so don't ya think you can get away with any funny
business."
       I suddenly wanted no part in carrying the bucket, and I made my
obstinacy known by throwing the bucket all over him.
       He looked over his ruined clothes and sopping body with rage.  Then
he reached over and slapped me, furiously.  "You little shit!  Goddamn
you!"
       He ripped off the drenched wet clothes off his muscled body, used
his shirt to wipe his face clean, while I laughed.
       He forced me so hard onto the ground, I thought he would break my
nose.  "Ya want another lashin,' huh?" he asked.  "I could lash you all
day."
       I felt the whip tear through my skin, this time making the first
wound even deeper.  Tears filled my eyes, but I tried to hold them back.  I
could feel a hand on my back, scooping up the blood, which I figured he
would lick off his fingers.
       "And I'll give yer ass a different kind of lashing."
       I felt his wet fingers invading my butthole, and I realized he was
using my own blood as lube.  I tried to scramble away from him, but his
weight was overpowering, and he wrapped his arms around my upper body to
hold me down.
       I tried to clench my butt cheeks, but I felt his rod force its way
through.  And then I tried to close my hole, but that proved in vain as
well, perhaps because of all the blood I had inside me, because soon I felt
him ripping me apart as he forced his dick inside me.
       I cried out in pain and realized every slave in the vicinity had
their eyes on me, and that made it all worse.
       "Oh yeah, music to my ears," he moaned, and with that, he really
started to fuck me, each brutal thrust bringing all sorts of pain to my
body.
       And then as he pushed his body against mine, and as he screwed me,
his whole furry chest dug into the wound on my back, while at the same time
his pubes scratched my brand.
       It occurred to me while I was lying there waiting for him to finish
that I hated, hated to bottom.  It brought so much pain and displeasure to
me, and wasn't the least bit erotic.  My instinct right from the start was
to avoid it, and I knew now that instinct was correct.  Sure, I had
absolutely loved it with Parker, when it was sweet and tender and oh so
sexy, when it felt like the physical manifestation of our love.  But Parker
was a completely different species from any other male that was attracted
to me.
       Every single other male who had ever shown interest in me had been a
complete jerk.  Every man besides Parker that I had any sort of sexual
contact with had just wanted to use my body for their own satisfaction.
Therefore, I knew Parker was a once in a lifetime aberration, the lone
exception to the rule.  I decided I never wanted to bottom again for anyone
who wasn't Parker.  If they wanted to top me, they'd have to force me into
the matter.
       I also knew I wasn't a top, either.  Though I certainly found a hot
muscle butt to be extremely appealing, I had no attraction to a man's
butthole itself, and I wasn't even sure if I would be able to get erect if
I had to top someone.  It was as unappealing to me as sleeping with a
woman.
       He somehow only got rougher as he approached his climax, and then
with a flurry of swear words, I felt him explode inside me, his hot seed
running out of my hole.  Even then, he continued to fuck me until every
last drop was inside me before finally pulling out.
       When it was finally over, he used his powers to make me pick up all
of his clothes, wash them in a laundry area that contained hot water, soap,
and a washboard, and hang them up on a clothes line.  Then he took me to a
public shower and made me scrub him with soap until he was totally clean of
the sewage.  Every time I tried to get a word in, he forced my mouth shut.
       And then he made me continue what I had been doing before, going
through the gated off pens and picking up the sewage buckets and throwing
them into the hole.  He never again made the mistake of letting me do any
of it by myself, and he wouldn't let me off the hook until I had carried
over a dozen buckets out.
       As soon as I tossed the last bucket into the sewage pit, Lucky
looked at me.  "Convinced yet that it's better to be a whore than a worker
slave, you little fuck?"
       "No way," I said.  "Even carrying around sewage and retching up my
breakfast was way more fun than having you sex with you."
       "Well, we still got some light left in the day.  As long as you're
dirty, get ready to get a whole lot dirtier."
       He had me set down the empty bucket, and then run off around the
sewage pit, towards another small hill.  He was making me run so fast, I
was soon tired and out of breath, while he seemed unfazed by the speed.
       Over the small hill, another huge hole in the ground came into view,
though this one was much, much larger than the one for sewage, and went
down perhaps two hundred feet down.  And unlike the last one, which had
been empty of anything but flies, this one was just teeming with people.
Slaves, I realized, as soon as I noticed they were all naked with collars
around their necks.
       "Welcome to Mareshead dump," said Lucky, and the smell hit my nose,
one that was nearly as bad as the sewage pit, but with a different sort of
sweet, rotten stench that was entirely distinct.
       I noticed there seemed to be two different types of jobs.  Some of
the slaves had shovels and were standing at the rim of the hole, breaking
off the ground in front of them, making the perimeter of the hole wider.
This seemed like a very dangerous endeavor, since any loss in footing would
send them falling two hundred feet down.  Others were picking up junk from
a designated spot on the ground and carrying it to the rim of the hole,
where they would then throw the stuff off.
       I saw one man with a cowboy hat and boots on standing at the rim,
and realized very quickly that he was a vampire.  A white man with green
eyes, he held a whip menacingly and had his pants pulled down to his
ankles.  He was forcing two slaves to give him oral.  To be specific, one
was sucking on his unit while the other was sucking on his balls.  While he
received this attention, he stood at the very edge of the rim, where he
could glance behind him to the left and right and get a view of all the
other slaves in his operation.
       "That's Daggett," Lucky said.  "He's the one who oversees this lil'
operation."  He made me walk down to the edge of the pit, passing a number
of slaves working on the way.  "Now, ya say ya'd rather be a laborer?
Well, I'm gonna let ya labor yer ass off right here, `til the day's done.
And this time, I'm not gonna make ya do it with my powers.  So, you can
have a choice.  Either you work hard like the rest of `em slaves, or ya get
another slashmark on yer back, and another taste of my dick up yer ass."
       "Fine, I'll work hard, anything would be better than you touching me
again with your disgusting prick." I said.  "Just give me a shovel, so I
can help them dig."
       "Oh no, I'm not that stupid.  You'll be carryin' the garbage today,
not shoveling."
       I rolled my eyes as Lucky pulled me towards an old black woman who
was shoveling, and had me take a spot close to her.
       "Go and get some garbage and throw it in.  And I'll be watchin' ya."
       I hated taking any sort of orders from him, but it was the threat of
getting raped again that made up my mind.  I walked over to a spot on top
of the hill where the trash had been temporarily collected, and like the
other slaves, I picked up a bundle of filth in my arms and then walked back
to where Lucky was waiting with the old shoveling woman.  I tossed my junk
into the pit, and went back for my second bundle.
       The job went on for quite some time.  While Lucky was occupied
chatting with Daggett, I whispered to the woman, "I'm Jake."
       "Jane," she said in a raspy voice with a Jamaican accent, and it
became clear as soon as she opened her mouth that she didn't have most of
her teeth.
       "Nice to meet you."
       "First day here?"
       "Uh-huh."
       "How are your feet holding up, dear?"
       I lifted one up and showed her the bottom, showed her cuts and
blisters.  "They hurt like crazy."
       "That's usually the worst part for the new ones," she said, wincing.
"But the blisters will go away, and your feet will end up stronger than
before.  I promise you that.  You look young."
       "Nineteen.  How old are you?"
       "I don't remember, exactly.  Been here for most my life.  Late
fifties, I'd say."
       I was absolutely stunned.  I thought I had been talking to an
elderly person.
       She laughed.  "I know it's surprising.  Nope, don't try to hide it,
I know you think I'm too old looking to be that age.  Well, in here, you
age twice as fast.  You'll see how it is.  Been here in the dump yards the
whole time, too."
       "How could you possibly have kept going for all this time?  Didn't
you just want to give up?  What was it that got you through every day like
this?"
       "What else?  Hope."
       She had spent her whole life hoping for a freedom that wouldn't
come.  Was it like that for everyone else there too?
       Lucky walked back, and we had to quickly end our conversation.  I
kept on working for more than an hour, when I noticed that Jane seemed to
be shoveling much less efficiently.  A quick glance over at her, and I
could see that she was hiding her left arm, and trying to shovel only with
her right one.  I wondered if she had hurt herself somehow.
       Unfortunately, after a while, Lucky noticed the same thing.  "Slave,
yer draggin' yer ugly ass," he said to her.  "Keep up or pay the
consequences."
       "Yes, master," she said.
       After that, she did pick up her pace as much as she could, but she
still looked really awkward in her movements.  Lucky gave her a funny look.
"Why ya favorin' that arm?"
       She didn't answer, she just kept on shoveling.
       Lucky took a step closer, and his fangs popped out.  "How come it
smells so strongly of blood?"  he asked.  He grabbed her left arm and
forced it out in the open.  Both of us could see that she had a large,
bloody gash along her arm.
       "I just have a little cut is all, master.  I must have been careless
with the shovel."
       "Little cut?!"  He shook her body hard, and she dropped her shovel.
"This cut is so bad, ya can't even work yer arm no more."  He shoved her
back several steps.  "Yer useless to me, ain't ya?"
       "No, master," she said.  "It's just a small wound.  I can still do
my work."
       He pulled out his whip and snapped her hard across the chest,
creating a new wound.  Now that I was looking at her closely, I could see
her body was covered with whip scars.
       After he placed the whip back on his hip, he started to lift her up.
"Yer goddamn useless to me injured, so how `bout I throw ya in the garbage
pit, where ya belong?"
       "No, please don't master!"
       I picked up the dropped shovel, walked behind Lucky, and slammed it
into the back of the head, causing the steel to clank loudly against his
thick skull.  He dropped Jane as he moved his hands to his head, looking
confused and in pain.  Luckily, Jane was able to land on her feet, and she
ran off to the other side of the dump.  One quick glance told me that
Daggett was not in sight of the area we were in at the moment.
       Lucky turned around to look at me, and I knocked him a second time
in the head.  Then I used the shovel head as a blade and slammed it into
his neck, with the intention of decapitating him.
       But the shovel wasn't even sharp enough to pierce his tough skin,
and Lucky quickly raised his hand, making me drop the shovel with his
powers.  He kicked it aside.
       "I thought you were gettin' mighty bored over there, workin' yer ass
off," he said.  "Clearly this is just yer way of beggin' for my cock again,
the only thing that's gonna save you from a life like the rest of these
fuck-ups."
       I wanted to shout insults at him, but he preemptively used his power
to hold my tongue.  He muscled me to the ground, my face getting pushed
into the fetid dirt.
       "I promised ya I'd give ya a lashin' first, ain't I?"
       He pulled out his whip and I felt another lash sting my back,
creating yet another open wound.  Then I heard sounds of him pulling off
his pants.
       He didn't even bother to lube himself up that time; he just shoved
it in hard.  Luckily, there was still enough of his old semen stuck up
there in order not to do real damage to me.
       As he started to screw me, I could see the other slaves around us,
all looking at me with such hopeless pity.
       "Stop yer gawkin' and get the fuck back to work, slaves!" he
shouted, and the tone of his voice clearly meant business.  They turned
around and got back to work straight away.
       And for the second time, I tried to concentrate on anything but the
pain as he mercilessly plowed my butthole with his whopper of a dick, which
was all but impossible.
       After he exploded a second huge torrent of cum inside me, he pulled
out and wiped the remainder of his leaking cockhead on my buttcheeks.
       The only positive thing I could find about the forced penetration
was that in the process of fucking me, Lucky completely forgot about Jane.
And Daggett hadn't noticed her wound either, which made me hope she'd get
through the day without being killed.
       "Now, finish yer fuckin' chore," Lucky snapped at me as he kicked me
on the ground.
       "I won't do it," I said.  "It's not like you have anything to
threaten with me right now.  You're dick's gone all soft."
       "I still got the whip."
       "I don't care about that."
       He whipped me again on my back, and I used all of my willpower not
to let him see my pain or my fear.  "Fine, you fucker, if you won't do it
by choice, I'll force ya."
       He lifted his hand, and I felt my body get to its feet and resume
carrying in loads of garbage.  He made me do it much faster than I had
before, keeping my heart pounding from overexertion.
       When the sun started to come down, Daggett started telling the
slaves to get ready to head back.  He brought up the rear as the rest of us
walked back by foot to the slave pens enclosure, being taken back in
through one of the side entrances.  I could see the six other vampires on
horseback lead similar groups of slaves towards the pens from other
directions, only those slaves all seemed to be carrying more cargo than our
group.
       Seeing all the laborer parties come, I could not believe that all
those slaves would be able to fit in the pens, but the vampires forced them
back into their cages until they were so tightly layered, people barely had
enough room to move around.  I could see the seven vampires, after having
put away their horses, going through and distributing the blankets and
minimum amount of toiletries to certain individuals in their parties.  But
the paltry number of folks receiving those benefits made me wonder if most
of the slaves weren't working very hard, or if only the slaves who had
wormed their way into the vampires' good graces were getting rewarded.
       While the seven new vampires were occupied with this, Clanton came
in with steaming pots delivered from the Mareshead kitchen.  He set one of
the pots right by me, and opened the lid.  The brown goop inside smelled so
putrid, I at first thought they were more pails of sewage.
       "What is that?" I asked.
       "Slop," he said.  "The kitchens make it for us.  It's filled with
scraps they can't use, or spoiled shit.  Moldy bread and cheese, rotten
meat scraps, overripe fruit and vegetables, bug infested grains."
       "Gross.  So, do you guys have a pig farm here?"
       "Grimes runs it," he said.  "But they get worse slop than this, the
corn husks, apple cores, chicken bones, etc.  This here slop goes to the
slaves."
       "You make them eat that stuff?  Really?"
       "It's not like we feed everyone it.  Every night, us vampires pick
out any slave or slaves they want to share their bed for the night.  Lucky
gets first picks, of course.  Those slaves are washed up and given the
extra food us vampires can't finish round the campfire."
       "And the rest of them just have to subsist on this slime?  Doesn't
it make them ill?"
       "Well, the ones that can't stomach it die quickly right from the
start.  We ain't need any weak- stomached workers here anyway.  And the
ones that refuse to eat it just die of starvation.  The rest, the slop
makes their stomachs bulletproof."
       "That is so, so evil," I said.
       He gleefully poured the brown contents of the pots into metal
troughs in each pen that looked set up to feed pigs, it was so filthy and
low standing.  The slaves had to kneel down to eat it.  Some sat on their
knees and used their hands to scoop up the putrid goop into their mouths,
while some more eager folks just put their hands on the ground and sucked
up the slop directly from the trough, acting like the animals that these
vampires treated them.  Looking at it just made me sick all over again.
       After that, the seven started bringing in not very clean looking
water and filling up the water troughs, meaning everyone was forced to
drink directly out of the same trough as the other slaves in their pen.
       Lucky brought me to the side of the pens, chained me to the ground,
and picked up a hose.  He handed me a bar of soap, told me to use it or
not, it was no concern of his, and turned on the ice cold hose water.  The
pressure felt like it was welting up my skin, but I scrubbed the soap hard
into my body, wanting no trace of the sewage.  I also noticed how thirsty I
was, and drank and drank from the hose.  After I was clean, he chained me
up to a spot nearby a large wooden camp table, where I had a good view of
the rest of the pens.  He entered his central tower, leaving me alone
finally.
       There was an old-fashioned grill nearby the large picnic-type table,
and Clanton came over, turned the stove on, and started to gather food
items from some unseen fridge around the corner.  He prepared the
ingredients on a large wooden counter.
       While he was doing that, one of the vampires started to light a fire
in a fire pit that seemed well positioned to heat the area around the
table.  Daggett came and carried in plates, glasses, and utensils, making a
poor stab at an attempt to set places around the table.  Another brought in
a keg of beer and clean looking water.
       Soon, all the seven of these vampires were seated at the sides of
the wooden table, laughing and carrying on like cowboy idiots while Clanton
started to grill the food.  All of these seven looked like most of the
vampires I had seen: dressed in schlubby, dirty cowboy digs, none of them
looking the least bit well groomed, with messy hair either on their head or
faces, or both.  They were already smoking up a storm, throwing their butts
carelessly in the dirt.  Of course, they being vampires, beneath their
grime they were all good-looking, masculine, and muscled.  They all had
those Logan Blood characteristic green eyes.  Two of them were Hispanic,
one of them was black, one was Asian, and the other three white, but all of
them spoke with the same Texas cowboy drawl that everyone else around here
did.
       As soon as they sat down, their eyes drifted over to me, taking in
every feature.  Their conversation largely revolved around me as well,
making all sorts of crude comments and jokes about them appreciating my
nudity as well as all sorts of inappropriate discussions about who would
like to do what to my various body parts.  All of it lacked even the crude
cleverness of Syd's annoying one-liners, and all of them came off as being
crass mixed with not much intelligence at all.  Thank goodness I was far
enough away so they couldn't smell my blood, or I imagined they would have
been all over me.
       That ended long before I would have liked as Lucky Holden
reappeared, unlocked me, and dragged my chain over to the table.
       "Shit, do I smell AB neg?" asked a white vampire they called Dunson,
who was sitting closest to me.
       "Cowboys, get a load of our new slave," said Lucky, pushing me
towards the head of the table.  "We're gonna turn him into the finest
vampire whore we ever done made before.  We got certain advantages, like
the fact that his blood smells like AB neg, he can't age or get sick, so he
could live forever, and he can't get STDs, so no need for condoms.  Plus,
he's damn fine to look at."
       Everyone's mouths dropped at the table as they looked me over.
       "Tell `em `bout how he tastes," Clanton said from at the grill.
       "We all know I ain't being goddamn paid to be no poet, and poetry is
the only fuckin' way to do justice to this slave's blood," said Lucky.
"And so, instead of trying to describe it, I'm gonna let ya'll have a
taste."
       Lucky pushed me from behind, knocking me hard face down onto the
table.  When I tried to fight my way off, I felt Lucky's powers kick in.
       "Don't ya dare trust this one for an instant, the moment he is let
off his chain, he will attack you.  Got a fuckin' long way to go before
he's sellable."
       He made me crawl up the table until my head was at the foot, and he
made me lie still with my arms and legs opened.
       "Now, go ahead and take a bite," Lucky said.  "Just only take a
taste."
       "Awww, sweet," said one of them.
       I felt seven pairs of lips on my skin, spread out all over my body,
and then seven tongues licking me.  I shut my eyes and tried to block out
the feeling of seven pairs of fangs piercing my skin.  One of them was
feeding off the left side of my throat.  Two were biting into my arms.  I
had one biting each of my buttcheeks, and one on each of my inner thighs.
This was by far the most teeth I had ever had pierced into my skin
simultaneously, far the most hungry mouths sucking my blood, and it was
certainly not one of those records I was going to call home to Mom and brag
about.
       The seven pairs of fangs quickly turned my body on fire in erotic
desire, and again being forced into those circumstances made me feel just
as raped by these men as when Lucky had forced me to bottom not too long
ago.  As soon as they started to taste my blood, the shocked moaning sounds
they made clearly expressed the fact that none of them had been the least
bit prepared for how good I would taste.
       "That's enough, fellas," Lucky said.
       But just like Lucky, the seven men kept on draining me.
       "Whoever doesn't stop drinkin' blood right now will be excluded from
the evenin' entertainment," snapped Lucky.
       Finally, I felt the seven mouths lick my wounds away, and pull back.
Lucky grabbed my chain and pulled me back up to my feet.
       "Slave, these cowboys have worked hard days and deserve their
reward.  Men, you have my promise.  As long as you are sittin' at this
table, you'll have this slave's mouth at yer disposal."
       "And lemme tell ya, it's the best mouth I had in ages," Clanton said
as he flipped his burgers.
       "Clanton's already had his first taste.  Time for the rest of y'all
to get some," Lucky said with a smile.  "Right now, we'll have to use some
force on the slave.  But soon, he's gonna be beggin' for our loads.  Now,
git under the table, slave."
       I saw his raise his hand, and felt him using his power to make me
get on my knees and crawl under the table.  "I will never, ever do this on
my own will!" I yelled.
       "Shut yer mouth!" snapped Lucky, and suddenly I felt my tongue
frozen in place, making me unable to speak.  "Who wants him first?"
       "I do!" yelled Calvera, one of the Hispanic vampires.
       Lucky sat down on a stool at the head of the table, and he was low
enough and sitting back far enough that he could lean down and see under
the table.  His was the only face I could see from my position, and I
couldn't see anything from mid-chest up on any of the other vampires.
       He used his powers to move me towards Calvera.  Next I found myself
unbuttoning his pants, and all I could do to protest my actions was to roll
my eyes, which no one could see anyway.  My hands pulled out his dick,
which was already beyond hard, clearly a result of drinking my blood, and I
felt my mouth quickly getting down to business.
       He thick stalk was brown in color, with the pink dickhead a little
bit less thick than the main stalk, and he was cut.  My mouth first started
to lick away at the firm head, and then wrapped my lips around his thick
stalk, moving down on him.
       "Christ, yer right, Clanton," Calvera said above the table.  "This
mouth feels unbelievable.  And just bein' able to smell his blood, taste it
on my tongue, as the little whore sucks me, ay!"
       Caldera grabbed my head under the table with his hands and used it
to push my face up and down on him, using his hands to fuck away at my
face.
       While I pleasured Calvera, beers started to be passed around the
table and jokes broke out as they drank.  It was clear that Calvera was
trying to delay his pleasure as long as possible, with him pulling my head
off of him every time he showed signs of climaxing.  It took an agonizing
ten minutes of licking and sucking before Calvera started to huff so
strongly and moan in pleasure, that I knew what was coming.
       I wanted to pull off him, but Lucky kept my mouth around his
phallus, forcing me to drink the first huge shots.  My mouth suddenly was
overcome with the flavor of his seed as it totally soaked my throat.
       Only when Calvera was halfway soft did Lucky move my face off of
him.  Now that my nose was finally apart from Calvera's sweaty unit, I
could smell the food being grilled nearby, and it made my empty stomach
growl.
       The smell only lasted for a moment, as Lucky made me turn to the
right, to the nearest pair of legs, which I crawled in between.  I felt my
hands pull open this man's fly and remove this penis, which I could tell
belonged to a white person as soon as I saw the light pinkish color of the
stalk and the brown pubes.  It was just as huge as Calvera's, and,
amazingly, still rock hard from when all of them had fed off of me.
       When I got the dick near my face, I wrinkled my nose at the sweat
and saddle smell on this one too, a slightly different odor than the last
one.  If this had been someone I was dating, I would have insisted on him
washing off before I did this.  But Lucky made me devour his dickhead like
I didn't have a care in the world.
        "Oooh, thanks for lettin' me go next, Lucky," I heard Dunson say
above me, the first time I had heard who this dick belonged to.
       "Just goin' in clockwise order," Lucky said.
       "Damn, yer right about his mouth bein' all kinds of special," said
Dunson.
       Dunson set his hands on my head just like Calvera had and pushed me
up and down on him.  My only real hope was that Lucky would tire of using
his power to keep me going.  And Dunson seemed to be taking just as long as
Calvera had, perhaps longer.  Lucky had spent so much time during the
afternoon moving my body with his power, he had to have a breaking point.
       My jaw got more and more tired as I worked over that one.
       "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
       I felt him squeeze my head painfully hard with my fingers as he
tensed up.  He shot my load down my throat, and Lucky made me swallow it
all.
       I gasped for air when I felt Lucky finally use his power to pull off
of Dunson, and turn towards my next pair of legs.
       "Yeah, come to papa," moaned Wilson above the table, the other black
guy besides Clanton, and he reached down and pulled his fly open himself.
He flung his semi-hard dick in my face, whipping me with it.  "Fuck, yer
blood tasted good, and it smells a hundred times better than any shit
Clanton ever made on his grill."
       "Ya say another word about my food, and ya ain't getting' fed," said
Clanton.
       By the time Wilson had slapped his dick against my face a few more
times, he was totally hard and ready to go.  He pushed himself into me all
the way down to his pubes at once, his huge unit poking the back of my
throat.  At least he didn't taste quite as sweaty as the others.
       As Lucky continued to have me pleasure Wilson, the first items on
Clanton's grill started to finish, and I could hear food being passed
around and the vampires starting to eat around the table.  I heard Wilson's
plate get something on it, but his hands never left my head, clearly too
engrossed in the blowjob to bother eating.
       I had hoped Lucky would give up on making me suck his subordinates
when there was hot food on his plate, but he managed to eat his burger with
one hand while still using the other to manipulate my flesh just fine.  I
couldn't believe how persistent he had proven himself today; if Syd had
been in his shoes, he would have given up after just a few minutes of
controlling me.
       Finally, Wilson started hooting and hollering when he was close, and
then I felt his eruption come too, shooting down my gullet to join the
others in my stomach.
       When I had milked his last drop, Lucky made me turn again to my
right, and start to unzip the pants of the next one, and I noticed that his
boots and jeans were particularly muddy.  "Fuck yeah," moaned Valance, the
only Asian-American among the group, as I pulled out his soft dick.  He
stopped eating his burger and paid attention to what I was doing, or
rather, what Lucky was making me do.
       Valance's dick was only average sized when soft, a fact that made me
happy that I wouldn't have to stretch my jaw out quite as much as the last
three men had made me.  But when I began to lick away at it, it grew at a
surprisingly sharp degree, putting it larger than the other four vampires I
had sucked on that day, almost as large as Lucky himself.
       Valance licked his fingers clean and then put them on my head,
moaning as the sucking began in earnest.  Halfway into the blowjob, he
pulled his huge balls out of his pants as well, and I felt Lucky force my
hands to play with those.
       "Uhhh yeah, that's it!" Valance cooed.  "Play with those big
whopping nuts!"
       "We all know ya like yer balls played with, Valance," Lucky said.
       My hands on his balls really, really exited him, as he started
huffing and moaning and digging his nails into my scalp.  And his balls
were almost as big as Parker's had been, but not nearly as pretty as they
were.
       Finally, his load exploded inside me as well.
       When I had cleaned off Valance real well, Lucky had me turn to my
right again, crawling between the legs of my next abuser.  As soon as I
did, I could smell a bad, animal-based odor that I couldn't quite place,
but it made me grossed out, even more so than usual.
       "Yee-haw!" I heard Wade say above me as Lucky had me pull out his
white, large dick.  Just like Valance, he had grown soft after he had fed
on me so long ago, so Lucky was having me lick his unit back to life.  I
realized with the first taste that his dick had a bit of that gross animal
smell he had on him.  While I made his dick hard, I could hear him smacking
away at what sounded like a really greasy plate of ribs.
       When I started to suck on his dick, he stuffed one last bite in his
mouth, dropped the meat on his plate, and stuck his greasy hands all over
my face and head, getting me absolutely filthy.  Why he hadn't bothered to
get a napkin was beyond me.
       Wade took the longest yet, not saying anything coherent, just
groaning and moaning as his greasy fingers clutched my face.
       Finally, he came as well, sending torrents of cum flooding my mouth.
       When Lucky turned me towards the next vampire's legs, I realized
that he smelled even worse than Wade had.
       "Yer turn, Grimes," said Lucky, and I realized that Grimes was the
Hispanic vampire whose job it was to run the pig farm.  It was pigs I
smelled on him.
       "I'm eating here," said Grimes, his mouth full of food.
       "Too bad, it's your turn."
       Grimes didn't put his greasy hands on me, thankfully.  He let Lucky
use me to unzip his pants, pull out his soft but substantial dick, and did
nothing but continue to chow down as I started to lick and stroke his dick
until it was just as hard as all the other men's had been.
       Even when Lucky made me start to suck him, Grimes kept on eating
above the table, showing no sign that I was pleasuring him except moaning
occasionally.  Though it was nice not to have hands pushing at my face,
this tactic seemed to make Grimes last far longer than anyone else had.  By
the time he finally orgasmed, I was absolutely exhausted from all the
bouncing up and down that Lucky had made me do with my head.
       Somehow, even Grimes's load seemed to taste the worst out of all of
them yet.
       By the time Lucky made me lick up the last of Grimes's load, I
realized my stomach had gone from being totally starved to being chock full
of semen so quickly, it felt painful.  Could someone's stomach burst from
too much cum ingestion?
       Lucky turned me towards the last pair of legs, which I knew belonged
to Daggett as soon as I smelled the by then familiarly bad smell of the
dump.  Daggett was long done with eating, and was just amusing himself by
drinking a beer when I pulled his soft dick out as well.
       "Damn, that tongue feels as good as the blood tasted," Daggett said
as I took my first lick, which totally tasted like dump had smelled, and it
almost made me puke.
       Daggett kept his left hand above the table to allow himself to keep
drinking, but he stuck his right hands below the table and used his fingers
to play with my mouth and lips as I licked his dick until it was fully
erect.
       In the middle of pleasuring him, I could hear plates being tossed
aside, and Valance pulled out a deck of cards and asked who was in for
Texas Hold `Em.  As everyone but Lucky put their money down and started to
play, Daggett pulled his hand off me only when he needed to look at his
cards or throw in some money.
       After about ten minutes of that, Daggett stood up, pulled his pants
down around his ankles, and sat his bare ass on the bench again, with Lucky
never letting me take my mouth off his dick.  Next thing I knew, my mouth
left his stalk and went for his nuts, with Daggett hissing in pleasure.
       "And we all know Daggett can't cum without getting his nuts sucked
on first," Lucky said.
       "Damn right, and this guy is the best sack sucker I had in a loooong
time," Daggett said.
       I felt my mouth licking away at Daggett's large balls, and then
somehow taking both of them in my mouth and sucking on them simultaneously.
       Finally, Lucky made me return to sucking Daggett's dickhead.  But
the pleasure I had brought him on his balls made him last only a minute or
less before exploding into frenzied orgasm.
        "Did ya enjoy that even more than yer masters, slave?" asked Lucky.
       I finally felt my tongue return to my own will.  "Thank the Lord
it's over," I said.
       "Not so fast," he said, spinning me around to face an eighth set of
legs.  "Clanton's done with the cookin,' and needs his dick sucked again."
       My complaints were again cut short by Lucky manipulating my tongue.
I felt my body move between Clanton's legs, which smelled of grill smoke,
and Clanton reach down and pulled his dick out, which was already hard,
leaky and ready to go.
       Lucky made me suck him, the second time I had been forced to give
him oral that day, while Clanton moaned in pleasure.
       Once again, he took his knife out and pressed the blade against my
cheek, clearly wanting to cut into me, but ultimately just frustrating
himself.
       He took longer than anyone to cum, which made my tongue dry and my
jaw totally exhausted by the time he came.  Unlike his previous orgasm,
when a lot of his semen splashed onto my body, this time Lucky made me
swallow it all as it burst out of his dickhead.
       Only after Clanton was totally milked dry did Lucky finally relent.
"Alright boys," Lucky said.  "Time for me to hit the hay."
       "Ya mean roll in the hay," Valance said.  "With yer new amazing
toy."
       "Yup, only one reason why Lucky would go to bed two hours before
normal," Wilson said.  "He wants to nail that sucker's sweet ass."
       "Ya know me too well, boys," Lucky said.  "Seein' y'all use and
abuse his mouth like y'all did so damn well's got me harder than fuck.  I'm
leakin' like never before, my pants are soaked."
       Lucky made me crawl out from under the table, and I could see eight
very satisfied looking vampire villains looking at their cards.
       "Now, as long as all of ya losers don't stick yer stinkin' pecker
loads in the slave's hole," Lucky said, "I'm fine with ya'll gettin' as
much mouth service as ya'll want."
       "So, if I get the urge to have my dick sucked again in ten minutes,
I can just come up to yer tower and get sexy-blood to give it up?" asked
Calvera, already knowing the answer.
       "Like always, my tower's off limits to you fucks," Lucky said.  "But
ya can bet, come mornin,' you'll be getting more than just Clanton's
hotcakes for breakfast.  And every meal after that, too, until we got this
one ready to sell."
       "Fuck, Lucky, no way?" asked Wade.  "Ya usually never let us even
lay a hand on any of the slaves you pick out for the night.  What's
changed?"
       "Nothing, I still don't give a shit about you dolts.  I just know
that for once, we got somethin' on our hands that's bigger than you or me.
It ain't gonna work to have this slave just broken in by my huge dick, like
usual.  We gotta all work on this one, make sure that he's ready to please
any vampire pecker that's presented to him.  Make sure he's ready to suck
off fifty vampires in a row, if that's what's called of him."
       This It Takes A Village from Hell speech was too much to bear, but
all I could do was roll my eyes.  All of the men seemed extremely happy
with Lucky's promise that they could use my mouth indefinitely.
       "Guaranteed hottest blowjob I've ever had twice a day?" asked
Wilson.  "Fuck, I won't even need to take some other lesser slave to my bed
tonight.  I'm gonna save all my cum fer your purdy kisser, ya hear me?"
       "Same with me," Valance said.
       "Me too," said Dunson.
       "Fuck, let's all make a pact then," Clanton said.  "As long as we
got this licker drinking down all our loads of cum, none of us ain't gonna
shoot any sperm unless it's down this fucker's throat."
       "Deal," said Daggett.
       Everyone else agreed, and I thought about what Parker had told me
about vampires producing much more semen than normal men.  I realized that
I simply could not stand to go through what had just transpired for a
second time.  All I could do was pray that Lucky would get tired of
manipulating my flesh before breakfast.
       As Lucky began making me walk towards the central, tallest
watchtower I felt him slap my butt behind me, again stinging my burn there.
Lucky had me open the door to his tower and let us in.  The first story of
the tower was filled with tools, a workshop of sorts.  There was a narrow
staircase that led up, and Lucky made me walk up those stairs to the second
floor, also filled with tools, and then up to the third floor, which was a
living room space.  We went up another set of stairs to a kitchen and
dining room area, and then up the stairs again to the top level.  From
there, a ladder would take one to the roof of the tower, where I had seen
him looking down at the pens earlier in the day.
       The fifth floor contained a simple but large bed with bedding that
was so dirty even Syd would have rejected it, a long table and chairs, and
doors that led to a closet and a bathroom.  Windows all around the circular
room afforded views of the entire pens.
       "Nice bed, ain't it?" Lucky asked, but held my tongue to prevent me
from disagreeing.  "Well, too bad ya got a behavior issue.  If ya were
treatin' me like a true slave oughta, this bed would be yours to share with
me tonight.  But as it is, I'm gonna put ya over here."
       He made me walk over to his table, kick the chairs aside, and then
lie down on the surface.  He grabbed some chains from who knows where, and
next thing I knew, he was using them to tie me to the table.
       I ended up chained face down on the table.  My arms were pulled down
along the sides of the narrow table and tied underneath.  And the table
only went down to my waist level, he had my hips and legs hanging off the
end.  He used his powers to bend my legs at the knees until I was tucking
them under the table, and he tied a chain around my knees, and roped it to
the chain holding my arms together.  That meant that my butt was sticking
up in the air, totally unprotected.  Lastly, he stuck a piece of tape over
my mouth to prevent me from talking.
       Finally, I felt him stop to use his powers.  While he went up to the
roof to take a piss, I used my body to twist and shake, trying to break
free of the chains, but I quickly realized it was futile.
       When he came down from the roof and started massaging my butt
cheeks, I knew what I was in for, for the third time that day.  I just
prayed it would be over as soon as possible.
       I felt him start to rub my hole, which was already sore from
earlier, with his rough fingers.  "God, I could stare at that hole all day.
It's like it's callin' to me, beggin' its master to fuck it with his big
master cock."
       I shook my head and tried to moan my disagreement behind the tape.
       "No ya don't shake yer snotty head at me."
       He pressed his upper body against my back, and at first it seemed
like he was just going to hold me.  But he moved his strong hands to my
head and forced it to turn to the side, then slammed the left side of my
face into the hard table so hard, I felt myself almost getting knocked
unconscious.
       As my senses came back to me, as I felt him start to finger-rape my
hole, I wished I could have gone unconscious.  I knew, as a Logan Blood
vampire, he had the ability to knock me out with just a bite.  Couldn't he
do that to me and spare me the humiliation and pain of the forced sex?
       I started shaking my head as well as my body, making as much
unpleasant noise as I could.
       "You shuttup," he said, taking his free hand and again slamming my
head against the hard table, careful not to injure my face.
       That time wasn't hard enough, so I kept up the shaking, and felt him
slam my head twice more until I felt myself lose consciousness.
       I woke up as he slapped me on the cheek.  "Oh no," he said.  "I see
what yer tryin' to do.  As long as I'm fuckin' ya, yer not gonna be
sleeping.  You'll be enjoying the fuck just as much as I am."
       No amount of moving around or shaking my head made him conk my skull
into the table again, so I stopped trying.
       I felt his fingers move out of my hole, and his intrusive tongue
replacing them.  At least the tongue wasn't painful, though it was just as
degrading.  He vigorously stretched me out with his long tongue.
        "God, your hole tastes so good," he said.  "Only one thing in the
world could possibly make it better."
       I felt his teeth poke holes into my crack, just above my butthole.
I felt that euphoria as he sucked my blood, felt my dick go hard, and I
hoped he would suck until he knocked me unconscious.  But he only sucked
the blood briefly.
       "Oh yeah, that's what I call a cowboy's paradise," he said after he
pulled away and the blood from my wounds poured all over my butthole.  With
his mouth gone from the wounds, the euphoria turned slowly to pain,
shocking me back awake in the worst way.
       I felt him again attack my hole with his lips and tongue, this time
sucking away at the blood that covered the hole at the same time.  "Oh my
lordy!" he shouted, totally turned on.
       I heard him rip off his clothes while he still licked and sucked at
my hole.
       He pulled his lips back and used his fingers to lube my hole with my
blood.  My wound, still bleeding, ignored, was terribly painful.
       When he removed his fingers, I knew the freedom my hole felt was
going to be all too short.  He stood up on his feet behind me, and pushed
his dick slowly inside me as I tried not to cry out from the pain.
       Lucky clutched at my back, using my flesh as a handhold, and he
started to plow me harder and harder.  At least with him standing up on his
feet, his face was farther away from my own as he continued to yell
degrading things to me.
       But the wound above my butthole was getting scratched by Lucky's
dark brown pubes, causing more and more bleeding and paid every time he
pushed in to the hilt.
       "Look at that ass, fuck."  He was clearly looking down at his own
dick plunge in and out of my hole, somehow that turned him on even more.
       Before long, with much groaning, he blew his load inside me, taking
his sweet time afterwards until he was growing soft inside me.  And only
then did he pull out and lick my wound healed.
       There was a clock next to Lucky's bed that I stared at while Lucky
did his thing behind me.  He certainly took his time with me that screwing;
the whole event from the moment he stuck his dick inside me to the moment
he pulled out after he had come lasted fifty-three minutes.  It, of course,
seemed much, much longer than what I had counted.
       I wondered if Lucky might have untied me after he was done using me
and put me in a more comfortable place for the night.  Those ideas quickly
were stamped out when he started pushing the table I was chained to up
against the side of his bed.
       "I wanna be able to smell yer hot blood all night long, while I
sleep," he explained.
       Lucky jumped into his bed naked, and fell asleep on the side of the
bed that I was pushed up against.  Figuring I'd rather be chained to a
table than sharing his bed any day, I shut my eyes and started to say my
prayers.  I asked God again to look after Parker's soul, that was the most
important way He could help me.  But I also said a prayer for these slaves
around me, hoping for their safety.
       And then I willed myself to sleep.  Sleep would mean my only escape
from the hell that had overtaken my reality.  Sleep might even bring dreams
of Parker with it, even though I knew I didn't often dream.
       Blissfully, sleep came fast.

       *****

       I felt something large, hard, and heavy slap against my face, waking
me up.  I tried to keep my eyes shut.
       "Wake up, slave bitch!"  I felt another slap on my face.
       I opened my eyes, scowling.  That's when I realized it was Lucky's
hard dick that was whipping me in the face, splattering precum on me.  I
groaned.
       "As you can plainly see, yer master's huge cock needs yer services
again."  He walked behind me.
       I looked at the clock, and groaned again as I realized I hadn't even
been asleep for an hour before being woken up to have my body used again by
this monster.
       I once again felt him licking at my poor hole, and I shut my eyes
and hoped he would not take as long as he had the last time.
       "Mmm, there ain't nothin' hotter than tasting yer blood on yer hole.
But ya know what comes in a close second?  Tastin' my own huge milky load
drippin' outta yer hole."
       Like usual, everything sexual that came out of Lucky's mouth made me
want to puke.
       When he shoved his dick inside me, this time it was all lubed up
from his last massive load.  That should have made it less painful for me,
but instead, it only meant there was less resistance for him, and instead
of pushing in slowly, he was able to slam right into home on the very first
shove, slapping his balls against mine.
       "Yeah, take it all, take the whole fuckin' thing!" he yelled.  "God,
I love the way yer sweet slave chute feels, all greased up from my own
sperm."
       The second time he screwed me, it took him forty-four minutes to
shoot.  Less time than before, but still much longer than I would have
hoped for.
       He got back in bed, and was out in a few seconds.  I fell back
asleep myself, hoping that this had been the last time he would wake up.

       *****

       I awoke again feeling something being slapped across my face, only
this time there was a subtle change.
       "Wake up, slave, cock time!"
       I opened my eyes, and discovered that Lucky was again out of bed,
standing in front of me.  His dick was mostly soft this time, but that
didn't stop him from grabbing the base of it with his hands and using it
like a weapon to hit me in the face over and over again.  It stung.
       Another glance at the clock told me he had let me sleep for just
slightly over an hour this time.  I groaned again, wondering if me being in
such close proximity to his bed was causing the smell of my blood to
repeatedly wake him up and excite him.
       "Have ya learned to mind me by now, pretty lil' slave?  If I took
off the tape, would ya suck on my cock like it deserves to be sucked,
without me havin' to force ya?"
       I got a whiff of the dirty dick flesh against my face, and I shook
my head no, gave him an angry look with my eyes, and groaned.
       "No, ya wouldn't?  Ya lil' brat.  I'll teach ya some respect yet."
       He walked out of my view, and reappeared not long after with his
whip in his hands.  All I could do was to give him hateful looks and try to
shake out of my chains, but it did no good.  He walked behind me, I heard
the crack of the whip, and next thing I knew I had another agonizing, fresh
wound on my back.  I could feel the hot liquid sensation that told me blood
was running down me.
       "Ah yeah, can't waste a drop of that sexy blood," Lucky said,
tossing his whip aside, and attacking my back with his mouth.  I could feel
his fangs scrape into my back wounds, worrying them back and forth until
more blood spilled out.
       The pain was so bad, it totally woke me up, my adrenaline and pulse
escalating.  I could feel the blood from my whip wound running down my
lower back, right into my crack.  That must have been what he had been
planning all along.
       I felt his lips and tongue on my hole again.  "Lord, I can taste yer
hole, yer amazing blood, and my own cum all together now, the three most
delicious things in the universe."
       He licked and licked, then raped me with his tongue.
       After a dozen long minutes of this awful brand of foreplay, he
walked around the table, used his hand to push his erection against my
face.  "See?" he said, licking my blood off his lips.  "Ya refuse to get my
dick goin' with yer mouth, and I'll just find another, better way.  See how
leaky I am now, all ready for yer ass?"
       He rubbed a huge glob or precum onto my skin over my upper lip,
straight from the source.  This left his tangy smell in my nostrils.
       He moved behind me again, and shoved his dick back inside me,
laughing when I cried out in pain.
       That time it took him six minutes over an hour from start to finish
to pleasure himself with my body.  He jumped back in bed, falling asleep
right away again, but I was left with the pain of a fresh wound on my back.
The awful sting kept me awake for almost twenty minutes before I finally
nodded off.

       *****

       I jumped awake as I felt the sting on my back intensify, and I
realized it was because Lucky had plastered his body against mine.  His
hard pecs and six-pack were digging into my back wounds as he wrapped his
arms around my torso.
       "Ya feel that?" he asked into my left ear as he rubbed his hard
dickhead up and down on my crack.  "That's my cock," he purred, and I
wanted to tell him, "no crap!"  "Feel how fuckin' hard yer master's pecker
is?  Feel how it yearns for that purdy hole of yers?  That's `cause the
blood on yer back smells so damn good, it woke me up in this condition."
       I looked at the clock, and realized I had only been asleep for
forty-five minutes.  This clearly was the night from hell, and I wanted it
so bad to be done with.
       I felt him scraping my hurting hole with his slime covered dickhead
"Feel how yer master oozes jizm for ya?  He wants all of that slime, every
itty bitty one of his sperm, to be inside yer fuckin' delicious hole."
       As he spoke, he wiped his precum all over my crack.  Finally, he
shoved his dick in, started to pound me, as he held me from behind.
       Every one of his hard thrusts slammed his chest and stomach against
the wound on my back, making pain hit me that was even worse than the pain
coming from my assaulted hole.  Every thrust was pure agony, and his
thrusts came so fast that time, that the clock I kept staring seemed to be
stuck in slow motion.
       In the end, the third tryst that night was two minutes longer than
the first one had been.
       Lucky licked up the blood one last time from my back.  As he jumped
into bed, he rubbed the smeared blood on his muscled upper body onto his
fingers, then licked his fingers noisily, his fangs still out.  "Goddamn, I
just can't get enough of that red sauce."
       He fell asleep again, and I shut my eyes, trying not to think about
the pain in my back.  Now that he was off of my wound, it already felt much
better.  I fell asleep after a few minutes.

       *****

       I awoke with a start feeling a shocking pain in my butt.  I realized
his dick had just broken its way inside me again, starting his fourth round
of the night.  I groaned, so frustrated I felt like I was about to cry.
But no, I could not let him see me cry.
       I had been asleep about an hour and a half.  The good news was my
back wound felt like it had scabbed up; it didn't hurt nearly as bad as
before.  The bad news was... well, everything else, considering my
situation.
       This time, Lucky didn't say anything to me; he just started pounding
my butt.  Was he as exhausted as I was?  I hoped so.
       He mercilessly thrust into me standing straight up on the ground,
not putting his weight on me.  This gave my wound more of a chance to heal.
He held onto my shoulders with his hands, using his grip as an anchor,
which meant he was able to thrust even harder.
       About forty minutes into the fucking, he changed things up by
leaning down on my back.  Again, I felt fortunate at least that my back
wound had healed enough so that he didn't cause any new bleeding with this
action.  He put his arms around me without the least bit of tenderness.
       I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and then felt him cock my
head to the right, so the front of his face was on the right side of mine.
Holy crap, was he trying to kiss me?
       Nope.  He bit into the right side of my throat, and I realized his
intentions.  As soon as he started sucking my blood, I could feel his
thrusts go into hyper mode, ramming my butt with no mercy, causing all
sorts of hurt.
       But then that euphoria of the bite kicked in, and suddenly I felt
sexual pleasure seep from my neck down the rest of my body.  When it
reached my butt, it curbed the pain in that area, making me feel a lot more
numb to his attack.  I was sure that was not his intention, but it was a
welcome side effect of his bite.
       After about ten minutes, I started to feel woozy from the blood
loss.  My eyes flickered shut, and I welcome unconsciousness.
       I felt him slap me back into focus.  "No ya don't," he said.  "Yer
not getting outta one minute of this, ya hear?"
       Goodness, I hated him.
       He licked my wounds away, realizing the reason I was going black.
And then the euphoria faded, and suddenly I could feel every rapid thrust,
my butt shocked by the pain.
       It took him another half hour to come that time.
       As he jumped back into bed, the blood loss I had suffered still made
me feel lightheaded, and I fell asleep because of it right away.

       *****

       The fifth time I woke up that night, I was so out of it that it took
a slap from him to rouse me.  I opened my eyes, and realized that he must
have been screwing me for sometime without me waking.  I was totally
shocked.
       "That's right, slave," he said.  "Wouldn't want ya to miss out on
getting fucked again."
       This time, as he went to work, I just shut my eyes and tried to fall
asleep.  It was no use, I realized after a half hour of abuse.  There was
just no way, not with the complete lack of gentleness he was giving me.
       There was so much cum inside me, that with every single thrust, tons
of it oozed out of me and spilled all over my legs.
       That time, it took him longer to come than any of the other times
that night.  It wasn't surprising, considering I couldn't possibly figure
out how he was able to get hard at all, or keep erupting his loads into me.
       When he fell asleep again in his bed, I looked at the beyond late,
almost early time and hoped he would turn out to be a late sleeper.