Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2015 23:25:12 -0700
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 24

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       JANUARY 26th


       I felt the shock of a flood of cold water being tossed all over my
face.  "Rise and shine, slave bitch," came Lucky's grating voice.
       I opened my eyes to see him standing naked in front of me with an
empty pitcher in his hand.  I glanced at the windows to see still dark
skies.  A look at the clock confirmed how early in the morning it was.  I
groaned.
       "Two things all the slaves out there I've picked to share my bed
will tell ya," Lucky said.  "One, I'm a fuckin' early riser.  All the work
we do here can only be done in the daylight, so I always wake up at this
time.  And that means, everyone else in the pens better wake up at this
time too."
       I added it all up in my head, and realized Lucky had let me get less
than three hours sleep the previous night.  I felt like hell, completely
weak beyond words.  Shouldn't Lucky be just as tired?
       "And the second thing everyone knows is, I like to start my days not
with a cup of coffee, but with some hot morning sex.  As you can see by my
scary huge morning boner."
       He grabbed his hard dick and waved it around in my face to show me.
I groaned in displeasure and rolled my eyes.  How could he possibly have
been horny after screwing me five times during the night, not to mention
twice during the day?  His sex drive seemed limitless.
       He moved to my rear, and before I knew it, he was forcing his way
inside me again.
       As he slipped into me for the umpteenth time, he groaned with
pleasure.  "Lord, I can feel every single one of the loads I pumped inside
you caressing my huge dick," he said.  "Yer chute's so hot, it's kept it
all warm.  God, it's like fuckin' in a sea of my cum."
       After another long fuck session, he finally came inside me again.
       "Your master's cock needs to piss, and I ain't got no toilet.
Always just piss over the top of the tower."  He grabbed his dick and
climbed up the ladder naked, opening the hatch to the roof and disappearing
for a few moments.  When he came back down, he was still shaking the piss
off his dick.
       He unchained me from the table, but left the tape on my mouth.  As
soon as I was free of the chains, I wanted to flex my muscles, but he used
his powers to control me.  He made me stand up and walk towards him, with
me already feeling groggy and light-headed.  Everywhere the chains had been
tied to me created painful grooves in my skin.
       Lucky forced me to into his shower along with him.  He turned on the
water, and had me grab the soap.  Instead of just washing himself with his
hands, he used his hands to use his powers to make me wash him with the
soap.  "In a few weeks, when I've really broken ya in, you'll be beggin' me
to let you wash me.  In the meantime, I'll just hafta force ya."
       It was completely senseless, in my opinion, but he seemed to get
some special pleasure out of forcing me to do things.
       "That's it, wash yer favorite master's huge cock clean," he said as
he made me wash it with soap.  "Sad to get all of my cum and yer dried
blood off of it, but we'll have plenty more nights just like that one,
won't we, slave?"
       He actually made me nod yes using his power.
       He didn't clean me at all, he just had me dry him off and then help
him get dressed in the same sort of jeans and sleeveless cowboy shirt he
had on the day before.  Finally, he had me walk down the two flights of
stairs and out of the watchtower.
       The sky coming in through the holes in the roof and walls of the
pens was just starting to brighten.  Seven of the vampires, already cleaned
up and dressed, were walking around the pens, waking all the slaves up
rudely.  Anyone who didn't wake up quickly or easily got a quick whip.
       "Time for breakfast," Lucky said as he made me walk into one of the
pens filled with slaves, and chained my collar down to the ground, then he
left me there, right by one of the troughs.
       Now that all the slaves were woken up, that familiar hum of many
voices speaking at once filled the pens.  Clanton came around with pails
filled with the putrid, disgusting slop.  He poured it into the trough
right by my face, and ripped the tape off my mouth.
       "Eat," he said, leaving me with the slop.
       "I'm not eating that!" I yelled.
       I leaned back, and let the other slaves get to it, moving back to an
empty trough.
       Soon, the other seven vampires came around filling the remaining
empty troughs with the water.  Valance, the Asian cowboy, filled up my
water.  Even though my throat was parched with thirst, I would not drink
the brown, insect-ridden liquid.  I moved aside and again let the other
slaves drink.
       A few minutes later, Lucky came back, untied my chain, and made me
leave the pens.  By the time Lucky had made me walk over to the wooden
table, Clanton had put a large skillet down over his grill, and was in the
process of cooking up fried eggs, bacon, ham, and pancakes.  Even though it
didn't look particularly healthy, the smell of it all did an absolute
number on my stomach, my sharp hunger making me crave it so badly, I was
practically drooling.
       All the other seven vampires were seated at the table, drinking
juice and beer.  As soon as they saw me coming towards them naked, all
sorts of crude catcalls began.  Any sharp retort I could think of was
quickly suppressed by Lucky's power, and he had me immediately "spend
breakfast where I belonged," which meant climbing back under the table.  As
soon as I was forced to pull down Daggett's pants and start pleasuring him,
any desire for the food went out the window, and I started to feel sick
again.
       Just like the night before, Daggett used his hands to play with my
face while I sucked him, and then pulled his pants down to his ankles to
make me suck on his balls.  At least this time, he must have showered,
because he thankfully didn't smell like the dump.  When he came, though,
there was even more volume than last time.
       Valance, the Asian guy, was next.  Just like the night before, he
had me fondle his large balls while he clawed at my head until exploding in
my mouth, again with a larger load than the night before.
       After whining that it was mighty hard to keep the men's breakfast
from burning when he was sporting such a fierce erection, Clanton convinced
Lucky to move me out from under the table and over between his legs under
the grill.  Soon, I was forced to chomp away at the black man's giant dick
as he cooked.  His load was larger than the night before as well, and as
soon as Lucky moved me back under the table, Clanton's cooking seemed to
become much more focused.
       Lucky had me crawl between the legs of the other black vampire,
Wilson, and start to suck him.  Like the night before, Wilson was rough and
crude, slapping his dick on my face repeatedly.  After swallowing my fourth
load that was bigger than the one they had produced the night before, I
gathered that before, it must have not been a whole lot of hours since all
these vampires had gotten off.  With their subsequent vows to save all
their cum for me, I was dealing with a lot more pent up volume, which
deeply bothered me.
       The Hispanic vampire Grimes was next, and I was lucky that he no
longer smelled of pigs.  He once again never touched me with his hands or
said anything to me, just concentrated on his food as I sucked him off.
       Enthusiastic Calvera was next, and when I was done with him, Wade
took his turn, who no longer smelled like animals, but still found a way to
get his fingers all covered with grease, and using those greasy fingers to
pry away at my face until he blew.  Dunson was last, and by the time I had
finished swallowing him down as well, I felt more humiliated, repulsed, and
degraded than ever.  I absolutely hated all of these men.
       After breakfast, while the seven vampires who spent the days out of
the pens got on their horses and drove their human slaves off into
different directions, Clanton let Lucky know that there were always "shit
buckets" to be emptied, and Lucky led me through the same unpleasant task I
had done before, carrying bucket after bucket into the sewage pit and
tossing them in.
       When we were done, Lucky led me back to the hose and tied me up.  He
sprayed the cold water at me, which felt freezing, but I didn't care, I
welcomed it.  He handed me soap, and I scrubbed every part of my body.  And
then he even gave me toothpaste and a toothbrush, which I used vigorously.
I even managed to drink a whole lot of the fresh hose water.
       "Yesterday ya came midday and ya didn't get in nothin' even
approachin' a day's work," Lucky said after he had fetched us a boosted
Clydesdale to ride. "Today is the first new day of the rest of yer fuckin'
life.  First off, you and me is headin' to the farms."
       Lucky jumped up into his horse's saddle.  He started using his
powers to make me climb up the horse as well.
       "Normally, I'd be fuckin' steerin,' but since if I stop using my
little ace in the hole to steer, you'll be fightin' me first chance ya get,
I'll just make you do the steerin.'"
       He made me climb onto the horse in front of him and grab the reins.
Soon, we were riding off away from the pens.  He made me stick my butt back
against his crotch we went, which was humiliating.  I was thankful he had
clothes on, though I could feel a hard lump in his jeans.
       "Godamn, ridin' like this makes me want to fuck ya again, slave," he
said as I felt him pull open his fly and push his hard dick against me.
       I figured there was no way he would be able to both use his power to
make me control the horse while at the same time using my body to pleasure
himself again, but I was thoroughly wrong.  I felt him make me stick my
butt up into the air as I rode, and then rip into my hole with his eager
mouth, stopping only to issue me one cliché vulgarity after another.
       Any small hope I had that he would just keep the forced sexual
events to oral was ruined when I felt my butt being lowered back into the
saddle and his dickhead penetrate me.  I had worked hard to wash out my
hole while he was hosing me down, not liking the feeling of his copious
amounts of seed dripping out of me one bit.  But that meant my hole was far
less lubricated as he pushed his way into me, making the rape hurt even
more than usual.
       Since he would not let me speak, I shut my eyes, and tried to block
out the sounds of his body slapping rhythmically against mine, or of his
rude sexual lines.  But nothing I did could make me cut out the pain or the
humiliation.  He came just before we reached our destination, and pulled
out of me, telling me he hoped I knew the best thing I was good for.
       We had ridden over a small hill with a tall water tower whose top
could be seen for miles around and into a valley that was filled with
farmland.  Closest to me were small plant crops such as lettuce, tomatoes,
berries, and peppers.  Farther away were fields of larger plants, like
wheat and corn.  Beyond that were orchard trees.  All of the fields had
metal sprinkler systems piped through.  Naked worker slaves were spread
about the fields, some trimming and pruning the plants, some weeding, some
hacking dead trees into firewood with axes, and others harvesting and
carrying the fruit and vegetables into large wooden barrels.
       I saw a white cowboy riding his horse among the fields, and
recognized him as Dunson.  He had his whip at his side, and wherever he
went, the slave workers seemed to work harder.  I noticed that in contrast
to Daggett's dump, the farms here took up a lot more spread out land, and
the slaves were just as spread out.  Unless some of the slaves were working
on something together, they were spread quite thin, making talking to each
other quite difficult.  But it also meant it was impossible for their
vampire guard, Dunson, to see anything more than probably a tenth of the
slaves at one time.
       As soon as we reached the first edge of the fields, Lucky forced me
to dismount the horse and start to work on the crops, grabbing one of the
wood barrels and filling it with onions, spinach, leeks, and Brussels
sprouts.  As we continued this work, Lucky followed me around on his horse.
He was making me work much too fast, clearly intending to tire me out, and
the slaves he passed seem to cower in fear as soon as they saw him, clearly
his appearance usually brought dark tidings into their sad lives.
       As I was picking radishes, Dunson rode over on his horse.  "How's my
favorite cocksucker doin' in my fields?" he asked Lucky.
       As Lucky went on and on about how many times he screwed me during
the previous night, a female slave came running around the corner, and
stopped at the two horsed cowboys.  "Masters, masters," she said.  "There's
an insane slave trying to hack down the biggest apple tree across the
valley in the apple orchard!"
       Lucky looked at Dunson.  "Not for long, he ain't," he said.
"Dunson, get goin' I'll be right behind ya."
       "Sure, Lucky," Dunson said, taking off fast with his horse.
       Lucky didn't have time to put me on his horse, so he made me grab
the chain that connected my collar, wrap it around a short tree nearby, and
engage the padlock, one that Lucky had the key for.  "If that fucker axed
down that tree, I'm gonna grab that axe and cut him to pieces."  He rode
off in the same direction as Dunson, and as he turned out of sight, it
occurred to me it was the first time in a while that I wasn't being forced
by his power.
       The woman slave who had alerted the vampires came running towards
me, and as I got my first look at her face, I realized she was Becky, the
attractive white woman who had fought back and threatened Lucky would end
up in prison as he tried to make her a vampire sex slave, and was made a
laborer instead.  She started to run in my direction, looked at me and
noticed me, saw my chain attached to a small tree.
       She turned around, ran back a ways, came to something on the ground,
and then picked it up.  An axe.  With that in hand, she ran back towards
me.  "I'm only taking the time to do this because I've noticed you're a
fighter, just like me," she said.
       "Yes," I said.  "Thank you, thank you!"
       She hacked her axe into the trunk of the small tree a few times
until she finally cut through.  I pulled my chain off the trunk, freeing
myself.
       "Here, you carry this, it's too heavy for me to run with it, but we
may need it later," Becky said, tossing me the axe.  "Now, come on!"
       She ran at her top speed towards the edge of the fields, and I
followed behind her, carrying the huge axe in both my hands.
       We left the fields and started to make our way towards the nearest
hillside, my heart pumping with excited and hopeful adrenaline.  All we
would have to do is go up a ten foot ascent, and then we'd be over on the
other side, out of sight of the whole valley below.
       She led us onto the hill, and we ran as fast as we could up the
steep side.
       "Faster, you need to go faster," she said.
       I was so, so weak already, and I was carrying this massive axe.  But
I made myself listen to her, made myself speed up, as breathless as I was
getting.
       She went over the hill first, and a few seconds later, I did as
well.  I started following her down the other side of the hill, towards a
grove of pine trees that would provide cover.
       Suddenly, I heard an odd mechanical sound that I couldn't place, and
Becky stopped in her tracks.  She raised both hands to her metal collar,
and turned around to face me.
       Her face had an expression of total horror, and it made me stop my
descent.  As she looked me in the eyes, I gazed down to her neck and saw
blood pouring from her collar all over her bare shoulder and chest.  She
opened her mouth to speak, but only a sick gargling sound came out.  She
pulled against her collar with her hands, but it made no difference at all.
She dropped to her knees.
       I ran forward to try to help her even though the blood made me feel
woozy, totally panicking at her strange condition.
       "Don't take another step, slave!" yelled Lucky's voice, and I saw
him and Dunson riding over the hill behind us.
       I wasn't listening to him, I kept running towards Becky.
       "You take another step, yer gonna get a throat full of nails too!"
Dunson said, and I stopped my approach just before I got to her position.
       "Only fresh meat like you two would be stupid enough to do this,"
Lucky said as he dismounted his horse beside me, his fangs popping out as
soon as he was close enough to smell Becky's blood.  "'Cause everyone else
knows these collars ain't just for decoration.  They're a new invention we
recently put in.  There's an invisible fence around the pens and all the
grounds slaves might be asked to labor on.  In this part, the boundary is
right fucking here."
       "There was no goddamned tree being cut down," Dunson said as he
dismounted, his fangs appearing as well.
       Lucky walked over to Becky, who continued to bleed as she struggled
against her collar.  "This is the same bitch who tried to fight me off
while I was parsing them yesterday," he realized.  "Well, look where your
fuckin' fight got ya.  The collars are designed to do fatal damage, bitch."
       Becky fell on her back as she continued to choke and struggle.
       "You monsters!" I shouted, my stomach lurching painfully for this
poor woman's pain.
       "Time for you to shut yer mouth again!" Lucky said, raising his hand
to me, and using his powers to make my mouth shut.
       "She'll only still be alive for a few moments," Dunson said, looking
down at the blood covering her skin.  "You wanna take her, Lucky?"
       "Nah," said Lucky.  "Now that I got this one, all other blood tastes
like shit to me.  You go ahead."
       Dunson ripped his clothes off, and I could see he was already rock
hard.  "Hello, pretty," he said as he grabbed some blood from Becky's body
and rubbed it on her face.
       "If ya think you can pull a stunt like that and not suffer the
consequences, yer fuckin' wrong," Lucky said, using his power to make me
drop the axe and lie face down on the ground.  He pulled out his whip, and
after a crack, I felt the weapon tear a fresh lash into my sore back.  "I'd
fucking whip ya to death if I didn't need ya," he said, hitting me over and
over with the weapon, making tears flow out of my eyes that he thankfully
could not see.  I made sure I didn't make a sound.
       A few feet away, I could see Dunson start to lick the blood that had
spilled all over Becky's body.
       After a couple more whips, I had so much blood on my back, that it
was clear Lucky was in an absolute horny frenzy.  He dropped the whip, and
I could feel his lips on my back, his tongue lapping at my wounds.  "God
yes," he said.
       "Mmmm, fuck, I can smell his blood too, and it's gettin' me going,"
Dunson said, rubbing his throbbing dick against her bloody body.
       I felt Lucky's right hand on my back as he soaked his fingers in my
blood.  Next thing I knew those fingers were up my butt, lubing me with my
own blood.  Of course I knew what was coming next.
       I watched as Dunson entered Becky's vagina, moaning in pleasure.
       Lucky, not to be outdone, jabbed his unit into my butt, yelling out
even louder than Dunson.  As Lucky started to screw me, I looked over at
Becky as Dunson bit into her chest and drank the blood that came out there
as he plowed her.  I realized by the open, glassy look in her eyes that she
was dead, and might have been for some time.  I felt oddly envious of her
as my butt called out in agony from the pain Lucky was dealing.
       The two of them went for what seemed like forever on the two of us,
but I knew logically it was actually far less time than Lucky usually spent
with me.  He finally blew into me, cum splattering my insides.
       "You gonna cum too, Dunson?" Lucky asked as he made me put his
clothes back on him.
       "I usually would," Dunson said.  "But even when I'm screwin' this
bitch, all I can think about is your new toy's mouth.  Nope, think I'll
keep goin' here for a while, make sure all the blood is gone, work myself
up so much my balls will be overflowin' with cum, which yer slave'll enjoy
tonight at dinner."
       Lucky mounted his horse again and made me carry the axe back where
Becky had swiped it, and then my collecting radishes resumed, just like
nothing terrible had happened at all, while I absolutely could not get
Becky out of my mind.
       After a couple hours, he started in on a much more tiring activity.
Some of the slaves had been cutting down huge dead branches off of the
trees.  Lucky started making me grab as many of these heavy branches as I
could possibly carry, and then run with them at top speed to the edge of
fields, where they were being set aside for firewood.  The work was
agonizing, and soon I was huffing with all my might, my heart pounding and
sweat coming out of my pores.
       Most of the other slaves gave my odd behavior a wide berth, but
there was one old woman who I could see was right in my path as I ran with
the largest load of branches down the row between the trees.
       "Excuse me, ma'am!" I said, but she didn't turn around.  "Ma'am,
move please!"  Still nothing.  "MOVE!"
       She finally turned to look at me, but by the time she realized I was
about to hit her, she was already getting knocked over by my body and all
the branches I was carrying.
       "Sorry, so sorry!" I yelled as I felt her fall down as I trampled
over her, hearing her cry out.
       I wanted to stop to help her, but of course I could not.  Lucky
wouldn't even let me look back at her; he kept me running off to the edge
of the trees, where I threw the armful of branches into the pile.  I turned
around and ran back out for more branches.
       Up in the distance, I could see the old woman lying there on the
ground, holding her leg in pain.  Please no, was she injured?  I realized
that Lucky was too busy watching me from his horse to notice her, and I
prayed she would get up and out of the way before we caught up to her,
before Lucky was sure to notice.
       I got so anxious as we got closer and closer and all she did was lay
on the ground, completely out in the open.
       But then, right before I knew he was about to notice, she finally
got to her feet and started to walk off into the trees just as we passed
her.
       "Wait, hold on, woman!" Lucky shouted at her.
       She froze in place.
       "Come here, slave."  She just stood there in place.  "Come here!"
       She turned around to face us, and then she walked slowly towards us.
       "Walk faster!"
       She took a quicker gait, and then I could see that she was favoring
her left leg.
       "I knew it!" Lucky said.  He made me walk over to her and push her
on the shoulders until she was on the ground.
       "I'm so sorry," I said.
       "No he ain't sorry!" Lucky said, and I found my mouth suddenly
refusing to open, keeping me from speaking.
       He made me lift up her leg and show her right foot to him, which I
could now see was swollen.
       "Ah, just as I thought, yer ankle's fucked!"
       She shook her head, absolutely petrified.
       "Can't even walk proper like on it," Lucky said.  "New slave, show
her what we do to slaves who can't walk."
       Lucky tossed me a rope and made me walk over to her and tie it
around her bad ankle.
       "No, please, master, please!" she screamed, and my heart started to
pound.
       He made me get up on the horse in the saddle in front of him, and
then tie the rope to the saddle horn.
       "No, please don't do this, it's just a bit sore, it's not even
sprained."
       "Well, it sure as hell is sprained now!  YAHH!"
       He used my legs to kick the horse, and it absolutely took off, fast
enough that I thought the initial jolt might rip the poor woman's leg off.
       Instead, I could hear the sickening sound of her being dragged
behind the horse as we rode fast through the line of trees; I could hear
her cries of agony.  I started to cry.
       Lucky again had me steer the horse with my hands on the reins again,
and I realized as soon as we left the edge of the crop fields that we were
heading for the pens again.
       Behind me, I felt Lucky rip open his jeans.  As soon as he forced a
dick so hard it was pulsing into me, I realized that the woman being
dragged to death was somehow turning him on even more.  As he started
saying nasty words to me, as he started ramming the hell out of me on that
saddle, I thought about how similar he really was to Jericho, being turned
on by extreme sadism.  It was odd to me that Jericho's sons could have been
his twins appearance wise, but not be anything like him in the personality
department.  And here was the one who was so similar to him, yet didn't
look the least bit like him.  Though the difference was, Jericho wanted to
kill me, while this one wanted me alive forever.  Somewhere inside, I
started to prefer Jericho's intended fate for me above Lucky's.
       Lucky groaned at he came inside me, adding to the cum that was
already there, and pulled out finally.
       The woman stopped screaming before we reached the pens, and I prayed
to God she was dead.  When we arrived, Lucky had me stop the horse,
dismount, and pick up the woman's body in my arms.  He made me walk towards
the crematorium as he followed.
       I felt the woman stir in my arms, and I heard her moaning.  "You
can't do this!  She's not dead!" I shouted.
       "Most of `em ain't when I stick `em in here," he said, opening the
door to the crematorium.  "Now, shut yer mouth."  Again, he forced my mouth
shut.
       He made me stick the woman inside the machine, and I slammed the
door shut.  My hand pulled down a lever, and the flames came on.  How
heartbreakingly hideous it was for me to be the instrument of death for
this woman, as forced as I knew it was.
       As the flames overtook her body, she woke up and started to scream.
That's when my tears grew larger and larger, not caring about looking tough
in front of Lucky any longer.
       "Ah, see?  That's why I love to stick `em in when they still got
some kick in them.  `Cause hearing this sound is like music to my ears."
He started to hum along to the woman's final death screams as if he was
singing along to her.  "Every day, I'm the one here who parses the fresh
meat.  And I'm the one who gets to kill the slaves that have spoiled too.
The other eight boys here always wants a piece of the killin' action, and I
let `em do it sometimes, but I just think there's something fuckin' poetic
`bout being the one to bring the slaves into the pens, and the one that
sends them off."
       He looked at the tears on my cheeks, and he smiled happily at the
sight.
       "Ah, I finally see I'm startin' to break ya down.  I hope ya get
into yer head that I love manipulating you with my powers.  Neither one of
us is getting any older, and neither are any of the vampires out there that
would be biddin' to buy ya.  It's up to you when you want to end your
ordeal here.  It would be good for you to just give in, learn to do as yer
told, and then get the hell outta here as soon as possible.  But seems ya
want to drag this out.  I could drag this out for a hundred years.  Could
you handle a hundred years of being my little puppet?  `Cause it sounds
sweet to me."
       I tried to envision a hundred years of days just like this one,
filled with sexual torture, physical labor, and using me as a tool in his
daily killings.  I realized that I would sooner have joined the poor old
woman in the crematorium than be subjected to that fate, which seemed like
it was specifically designed to be my own personal hell.
       I made a choice.  I was done fighting.  Fighting would do me no
good.  I was ready to throw in the towel.
       I decided I wanted to die.  I was positive Parker was up there in
Heaven, and all I wanted was to be there with him.  I would find a way to
kill myself, and then we could finally be together.  I knew God didn't
always take kindly to people who committed suicide, but given my unique
circumstances, I was sure He'd forgive me.
       The question now was: how would I manage to do it?  With Lucky
constantly keeping me either chained up or using his powers on me, it
seemed like I wouldn't really have any opportunity to make some sort of
bold action.  I could always hope Lucky would accidentally take too much
blood and kill me, but I figured that was a long shot.  So, instead, I
decided I would refuse to eat or drink until I died that way.  I already
had a head start on this goal, having not eaten for over a full day and
barely having anything to drink.  If Lucky wanted to keep busting my butt
in hard physical labor, well then, it would only burn more calories and end
up serving my purpose.
       "Somethin' tells me ya got a serious problem with all the killing I
do here.  I think I know just the labor slave's job that'll toughen you up
like a dream.  Come on, get on the fuckin' filly.
       I tried to keep my mind focused on the release dying would bring me
as Lucky made me once again mount his horse, and he once again got way too
close for comfort behind me.  Instead of riding back in the direction we
had been in the morning, we rode into a completely new direction, ending up
in a small valley that held pens of its own, only these pens were much
smaller in size, and instead of being filled with humans, they were chock
full of clucking chickens and some turkeys.  As we got closer, the
disgusting smell hit me, and I instantly connected it to the odd animal
smell that Wade had on him the previous night.  Sure enough, there was the
white vampire on his horse, parked lazily to the side of the coop.
       Wade dismounted as we approached him.  "Thought we'd have some fun
with the new guy," Lucky said to him.
       "I got just the job for him," Wade said.  "Follow me."
       Slaves were combing through the chickens, feeding them.  Others were
collecting eggs from the henhouses.  When Lucky had the two of us dismount,
he made me follow Wade as he entered a large interior barn-like structure.
What I saw inside disturbed me greatly.  Three slaves had been assigned to
kill the chickens by using machetes to cut off their heads.  Once they did,
they drained the animals of blood, and then handed them to large groups of
other slaves, who were plucking the feathers out of the carcasses.  Other
slaves were responsible for cutting into the creatures, removing organs,
cleaning the meat, and setting it aside.
       I started to feel ill as soon as I entered the room.  Wade waved off
the nearest chicken executioner and I knew exactly what was in store for me
as Lucky made me take the bloody machete in hand.  One of the slaves
carried in a chicken from outside, and Wade grabbed it in his strong hands.
He set down the bird over a wood workbench stained red, leaning down and
using both hands to stretch the bird's neck out along the wood.  I felt my
right hand raise up, come down fast, and then heard the whacking sound as
my blade sliced through the bird's neck and hit the board underneath.
While Wade hooted and tossed the bird head into a nearby bucket like a
basketball player acing a three pointer, I felt myself go lightheaded,
feeling severely repulsed.
       One thing that Martine often teased me about for was that I wasn't a
vegetarian, like she was, yet I admitted I was so disturbed by the process
of slaughtering animals that I knew I could never actually do the deed.
She thought this was the ultimate hypocrisy, saying I was in complete
denial if I could eat meat while not even being able to think about the
fact that the food had come from a living creature.
       My own defense had always been to tell her that she was confusing
raw physical reactions to certain stimuli for moral distress.  In fact, I
had no ethical qualms about killing animals for food sources, as long as
the animals weren't young and were treated ethically.  But still, the blood
itself bothered me.  When she complained that I shouldn't reap the benefits
of any act that I wouldn't be able to stomach myself, I thought that was
ridiculous.  As a species, we had evolved beyond every person needing to be
able to perform every necessary human task as soon as we formed the most
basic of societies.  Sure, my little problem with blood meant I'd never be
a butcher, a doctor, or a soldier.  But did that really mean it was somehow
morally wrong for me to benefit from the people who did have those jobs?  I
didn't think so.
       And now, those personal convictions were completely thrown out the
window as I was forced to butcher this animal.  As Lucky made me grab the
chicken, turn it upside down, and drain it of blood, I lost any small grip
on my consciousness that I had clung to, and fainted.
       I awoke as a slap hit my face.  I opened my eyes to see Lucky's
hateful mug looking down at me.  "Got a problem with blood, ya weak shit?"
he asked me.  "You stupid fuck almost fell on the knife."  One look at his
face made me wish I had fallen on the knife and killed myself in the
process.  "If yer gonna continue playin' the part of a pathetic pussy, yer
gonna get fucked like a pussy.  Ya hear me?"
       With that awful threat looming over my head, I told myself I'd try
my hardest not to pass out again.  With his hands outstretched, he made me
stand up, pick up the machete, and after another slave brought in a chicken
and Wade again held it against the block, slam down the blade again,
killing my second bird.  This time, I felt slightly less woozy about the
whole deal.  Again, I felt the most distressed when Lucky made me pour the
blood out of the neck of the carcass, and shut my eyes.
       "No ya don't," he said, making me open my eyes and stare at the
blood.  "Get a fuckin' good look at it."
       Looking at the awful red liquid, I felt myself pass out.  But I
stopped myself just before I hit the ground, shook myself back to
consciousness, and stood back up on my own will.
       When I killed the next chicken, I felt even less affected as I
poured the blood out.  And on the slaughter after that, I was starting to
feel like I could do this for a long time and just keep myself light-
headed without actually fainting.  Lucky wasn't letting me speak, but I was
able to give him my best look of angry defiance, hopefully conveying my
pride at one upping his sick games.
       "Oh, so ya think ya won, is that it?" he asked me.  "Slave, bring in
a turkey!"
       In a few moments, one of the slaves brought in one of the large
fowls, Wade happily stretched its neck out over the slaughtering board.  I
felt my machete rise and I hacked the head off the bird.  I gave Lucky a
look of pride as I still stood.
       But then he made me lift the body of the turkey and pour the blood
all over my body.  "Yeah, let's see how tough ya are when yer goddamn
soaked in red."
       I tried to keep my head steady, but my efforts proved futile, and I
fell to the ground again, passed out.
       I woke up in agony as I felt his dick slam into my behind.  "Wake
up, ya pussy fuckin' slave," he said to me.  "I bet yer thinkin' this blood
must be turnin' me on just like human blood, but drinkin' animal blood
ain't do nothin' for vampires.  Can't even smell the blood.  Still, your
ass looks fuckin' hot covered in blood, and so does my poker."
       Once more, Lucky brutally raped me, thankfully coming faster than
usual, perhaps because he had an audience this time.
       After he was done with me, he and Wade made me continue to kill
chickens for another hour, and then Wade announced it was time to be
heading back to the pens, and his slaves started to get ready go back.
       "Don't think just `cause you rode in here on my fuckin' horse that
that's how you get back," said Lucky.  "Nope, you can walk back, just like
the rest of these laborers you so want to join."
       All of the slaves were carrying barrels and crates back with them.
Many contained eggs, which the careful slaves carried, or feathers, which
the weak ones carried.  The stronger slaves were carrying the poultry
itself, and Lucky made me stuff a crate with chicken pieces until it was
way heavier than any other slave's load.  He made me carry it towards the
pens with the other slaves as he and Wade rode their horses.
       Walking on rough ground was killing the blisters on my feet, and the
large load would have been taxing on my muscles under the best of
circumstances.  When Lucky made me start to run, I felt my muscles give out
after about fifty yards, and I fell forward, losing the load.
       "What the fuck's wrong with you?" Lucky asked.  "Please tell me your
weak pussy ass isn't fainting `cause you took a gander at the chicken meat
yer carrying."  It wasn't that at all.
       Lucky made me get back to my feet and keep running.  Again I fell,
and this time, my arms lost the crate, and it crashed to the ground.
       "Fuck you, useless slave!"
       "Lucky, I seen that look all the time," Wade said.  "He ain't
fainting `cause of the blood.  His body's givin' in out of hunger."
       "Fuck, yer right," Lucky said.  "He's too weak."
       "I usually just get my whip out and keep pushin' the starving ones,"
he said.  "But they always end up dying.  Usually, I just laugh at `em, but
I don't think ya wanna lose him, right?"
       "No, I ain't.  Wade, get one of yer slaves to carry back his load."
       He made my weak body get up on his horse, and I knew it was about
all I had strength for.  He made us ride back towards the pen, moving ahead
of the other slaves on foot.
       The sun was on its way down when we got back, and most of the other
worker slave units had returned, with their vampires handing out rewards
and filling up their water troughs.  Lucky rode to one of the pens, made me
dismount, threw me inside, and chained me to the ground.
       "Drink, slave."
       He used his power to force me to stick my face into the disgusting
water in the trough, and start to drink it up.  As it entered my mouth, I
could taste how foul it was, but he forced me to swallow it anyway.  He
made me drink and drink until I had way too much water, and then he finally
let me breathe.
       Clanton was coming around with the disgusting slop, pouring it into
troughs, and Lucky stopped him angrily.  "Clanton, you fuck-up, I thought I
told ya to give the new slave some slop this morn.'  How come he's fuckin'
weak as all hell?  And look at him, he already looks too goddamned skinny.
We'll get less money for him if he's all bones."
       "I gave him the food, Lucky, like ya asked," he said.  "It ain't my
fault if he ain't eat it."
       Lucky redirected his fire towards me.  "Think ya can get away with
starving yerself to death?  I'll make ya goddamn eat."
       He forced me to crawl over to a trough that was filled with that
steaming, fly-ridden substance they called slop, and he made me kneel down
in front of the thing, until the awful, awful smell invaded my nostrils.  I
tried again to fight his influence, but he forced me to stick my whole face
into the hot, putrid stuff and open my mouth, sucking and chewing as I took
it in my mouth.  The flavor was by far the worst substance I had ever
tasted in my life, and he forced me to swallow my mouthful and take a
second.
       "That's right, slave, bon appetite!"
       He forced me to take a second swallow, and then a third one, and a
fourth.  He wouldn't stop until my stomach was absolutely filled to the max
with the awful junk.  And then he moved me back to the water trough, made
me drink until I had the taste of the slop out of my mouth, and wiped my
face clean.
       By the time he pulled me out of that pen, all the vampires were
gathered at the wooden table with a fire going and Clanton starting to
grill their dinner.  Lucky made me walk over there, climb under the table,
and start to blow Wilson.
       After I had swallowed down Wilson's load, I was doing fine.  But
when Lucky made me start to suck off Wade, and that foul chicken odor hit
me, I started to feel sick to my stomach.  After Wade came Valance, who
smelled less offensive, but once again was covered with mud.  But then came
Grimes, who reeked of pigs, and once again nausea took over.  Meanwhile,
Lucky was eating his food, making all sorts of noise as he sucked down his
hot dogs that it made me feel sicker.
       After I finished Wade, Lucky made the mistake of making me suck off
Daggett next, whose jeans stunk like the dump.  And when I started to blow
him, I realized that the smell wasn't contained on his clothing, his dick
tasted like the dump as well, which made me totally ill.  I could feel all
the tons of slop rolling around in my stomach, feeling like it was about to
burst out.  The smell of the burgers and hotdogs on the grill, which once
made me drool, instead made me even sicker.
       When Daggett pulled down his pants and Lucky made me start to suck
on his balls, those somehow tasted the most putrid of all.  When he forced
me back on his disgusting dick, when he forced my head all the way down and
the flavor of his semen assaulted my mouth, it was too much for me to
handle.
       I felt myself vomit up the semen along with the slop in my stomach,
vomited all over Daggett's big dick.
       "Whoa, what was that?" asked Daggett.  "How come my dick's suddenly
burning?"
       I gagged again, and felt more slop come up my throat.  This time, it
poured out over my lips and covered Daggett's bare balls.
       "Oh fuck no!" Daggett said, trying to push me off him, but I spewed
the entire contents of my stomach all over him.
       Daggett jumped back off the table, standing up and pushing my head
back.
       "You stupid fuck!" said Lucky as he pulled me out from under the
table.
       He might have been keeping me from talking, but nothing could make
me stop the showing the smile on my face.  Not only had I thrown up all
over one of my assaulters, I had ruined his attempt to keep me from
starving myself.
       Lucky reached over and slapped me hard on the side of the head.
"You gonna pay for this one, yesiree."
       "Thanks a lot, Daggett, ya dirty fuck, now ya just ruined it for all
the rest of us," said Calvera.
       "Goddamnit, now I gotta wash up," Daggett said, stomping off towards
his tower.
       "Shoulda fuckin' washed up before dinner, ya jackass!" said Calvera.
       "I'll go get some slaves to clean it up," Wade said, getting up off
the table.
       "Any of you fuckers still wants their turn with him?"
       "The smell of spew has turned my hard rod into a whiskey dick,"
Calvera said.
       "Same here," said Clanton.
       "I don't give a damn what the bitch smells like, a hot mouth is a
hot mouth," said Dunson as he stood up, walked over to me, forced me on my
knees in front of him, and pulled open his fly.  "And I've been saving this
load all fuckin' day for this one."
       Lucky made me give a blow job to Dunson, even though my mouth was
saturated with disgusting slop vomit flavor.  But even after he had
deposited his hugely massive load down my throat, I still had a smile on my
face, because I knew that I had gotten out of sucking off two of them, at
least.
       Lucky pulled me over to the hose.  "Don't think yer gonna make a
habit of puking on my men," he said.  "'Cause I learned my lesson.  From
now on, you'll be sucking them off first, and then gettin' fed."  My
haughty smile faded then, as I knew this would keep me from vomiting as
well as he did.
       He washed me down with the hose, but this time, I didn't help him by
washing myself.  He had to use his power to make me scrub myself with soap
and brush my teeth with toothpaste.  As he led me back to his tower, I
started to shiver from the cold night air.
       "If ya had been good to me, I might've let ya dry off, keep those
teeth from chatterin.'  But ya fucked yer chances.  In fact, it's a
particularly cold night, ain't it?"
       He made me walk up to his bedroom, but then he kept going farther,
taking me up the ladder from the fifth story of the structure to the roof.
The topside of the tower had no safety rails, and just had a queen-size bed
filled with blankets, and an empty cot.
       "I like to sleep up here some of the time," he said.  "A cowboy like
me ain't meant to sleep indoors for too long.  And even when it's a cold
night like tonight, I just get wrap those covers round me, keeps me nice
and toasty.  But if ya think for a second you're freezin' ass is gonna be
enjoying the benefit of them here covers, ya got another thing coming."
       Lucky made me lie face down on the cot and then chained me down to
the thing.  He put more tape on my mouth, and all I could do to complain
about the serious cold I felt being naked and soaking wet was to shiver.
       He turned me so I faced the bed.  "So you can see what yer missing
all night."  I started to pray to God to let me freeze to death.
       I groaned as I felt him start to lick my butthole again, knowing
full well the sort of night I had in front of me.  He took a long while
assaulting me with his mouth before his fingers took up the task.
       This time, he couldn't be bothered to remove his clothing before he
started to screw me, he just pulled open his fly and went to town.  Or
perhaps he was just wisely keeping himself warm.  I hoped that he would rub
against me enough to at least dry off my back with his clothes, but he
screwed me without ever placing his body against mine.
       "Wait a second, I wanna have everyone be able to see yer hole
getting fucked out of this world," he said, pulling out and turning on a
gas lantern in the center of the rooftop, which lit everything up.  Then he
pushed the cot closer to the edge of roof, stuck his dick back inside me,
then hollered down at the vampires still sitting at the table below.
"Look, fellas, at who's gettin' the fuckin' of his life by my giant
pecker!"
       All the guys looked up and cheered or whistled at us, with Lucky
just using the encouragement as an excuse to pump me harder.
       "Ya sure you don't want me to come up there and loosin' him up for
ya, Lucky?" Clanton asked.
       "Or, hell, I'd be willing to take sloppy seconds," said Calvera.
       "I got it handled, fellas," Lucky said.
       He screwed me as the guys finished their dinner and started
drinking.  After he came inside me, Lucky decided he wanted to join them in
a poker match, so he left me chained up, wet, in the cold, to go rejoin his
men.
       I said another prayer begging God to let me die as soon as He could,
and then drifted off to sleep.

       *****

       I woke up again perhaps two hours later, when I felt Lucky force his
way into me again.  When I opened my eyes, I could see the poker match had
finished, the fire was dying, and only a handful of the vampires were down
there still, drinking beer.  But Lucky took advantage of the audience,
making lewd comments at me that were intended for everyone to hear.  While
he screwed me, he removed his clothes for bed.  By the time he came again,
even the last vampire stragglers had gone to bed, leaving just the two of
us lit up by the lantern.  He turned off the lantern, climbed into his
mound of covers on his comfy looking bed, and fell asleep.  I did as well
soon after.  Somehow, the relentless cold was just making more tired than
ever, and I welcomed it.

       *****

       That night was just as hellish as the one before.  He awoke me three
times in the pitch blackness of the night to force himself on me, biting
and feeding off me two of those times.  At least I was so hungry and
dehydrated, along with the air freezing my body, that weakness let me slip
into unconsciousness on and off during the sex.


       JANUARY 27th


       Once again, I woke up in the morning with a cup of cold water being
splashed over my face.  Only this time, I could feel Lucky was already
plowing my rear end.
       "Didn't want ya to sleep through my favorite time of day."
       I groaned, feeling absolutely unbelievably freezing.  So cold, I
wondered if I had any frostbite.
       Lucky took his sweet time pleasuring himself with my body, going on
and on just like before about how hot it was to screw me with all of his
semen inside me.  Really, that guy was beyond predictable.  While he did
his business, I tried to concentrate on the scene below: the sun was coming
up and the slaves were eating their fresh serving of slop while the
vampires started congregating at their table for breakfast.
       "Ah, fuck," Lucky said, looking down at a group of slaves when he
had finished with me.  "Yer slutty slave butthole has got my dick so busy,
I didn't even notice that we got new recruits from yesterday that need me.
They ain't gonna parse themselves.  I'll go down, do it right quick, and
then be back up for another fuck session before I take ya downstairs fer
your breakfast of hot steamin' piles of cum."
       Ohh, goody.
       He slapped me on the butt and then left me to my own devices on the
rooftop.  A few seconds later, he came out of the bottom story of his tower
buck naked and made his way into the pen that I knew first hand held the
new slaves.
       I realized something amazing for the first time: I was chained down
to the cot, but my chains weren't connected in any way to the floor.  I
guess he figured with my hands and legs tied up and useless, and the hatch
locked, I wouldn't be able to do any damage as he left me up there like
this.
       I started to throw my bodyweight back and forth until I managed to
turn the cot over onto its side.  After that, it was only a matter of
wiggling my body, moving inch by inch towards the roof's edge.
       Once there, I looked down, knowing that if I made sure to drop head
first, there was a good bet that I would die from this fall.  I prayed
again to God to forgive me, and then I moved forward.
       "Stop, slave!" I heard a yell, and a quick glance to my right made
me see that Lucky had noticed me from among his new recruits.  It would
take him too long to come up and stop me, I knew.
       But then I saw him raise his arm up towards me, and I knew I had
lost when I saw him start to use his horrendous power on me.
       And yet, I knew God was with me when I never felt his power take
over my body.  I was too far up, out of range of his ability.  "Fuck!" I
heard Lucky shout.
       I wiggled right to the very, very edge, and got ready to push myself
off into the final oblivion.  I shut my eyes and thought of Parker.
       "Wait, if you kill yourself, I'll kill him!"
       Reluctantly, I opened my eyes.  I saw revolver in Lucky's hands,
pointing towards the head of one of the slaves.  I stood there looking at
him for a moment, into the poor man's terrified face as he started to cry.
       I heard the gun go off, and guilt hit me, thinking I had caused the
death of some poor innocent slave.  Only I realized Lucky hadn't shot him,
he narrowly missed.  "That was a warning.  Next shot blows his brains out."
       I backed away from the edge, cold depression sinking in.
       "You stupid fuck," he said.  "I've been workin' this whole time to
find a way to break ya, and I never woulda thunk ya had a fuckin' weakness
for the rest of these worthless fucks.  Now, let it be known.  If you do
anything to harm yourself in any way, I'm gonna kill twenty of the youngest
slaves we got.  And anytime you displease me or the other vampires in the
smallest little way, like talking back or refusing an order, I'll kill one
of these people, and it ain't gonna be a pretty death.  Nod that you
understand, slave!"
       Reluctantly, I nodded.
       "Now, scoot yer slutty ass back from the ledge where it's safer!" he
snapped.
       As I backed away from the ledge and everyone else fell out of sight,
I started to cry.  I couldn't believe how suddenly trapped I was.  Killing
myself was out the window, and all I could do now was to follow their
orders to a T, just like the other sycophants there.  All aspirations of
ending it all and going to heaven with my love were gone.  My only hope of
salvation was that Jericho would come looking for me eventually to have me
killed, or Lucky would sell me to some other vampire, and I'd be able to
kill myself or escape from them.  But the latter option would only happen
after he was positive I was suitable to sell, which could take years.
       I'd never felt so hopeless in all of my life.  Even in my darkest
moments, there remained some hope that things would get better.  Parker's
death was the worst moment of my life, yet the hope that one day we'd be
reunited in the afterlife got me through.  Now, I could feel myself sink
into an utter pool of darkness, and it made me cry so hard, grieving a new
loss.
       Lucky left me alone for a long time, and for a while, it felt like
the tears would never stop.  But they did, as my emotional grieving cooled
into detached depression.  By the time Lucky came back, my cheeks had dried
up.  He pushed open the hatch from the floor below, walked up onto the roof
(still naked), and looked at my face with complete and utter dominant
victory.  I knew even a dirty look or an eye roll would get someone killed,
so I had to look away from his gaze, worried I'd subconsciously lose
control of my expression, which I tried to keep neutral.
       "Alright, ya slave fucker, I'm done using my power on you," he said.
"No more being a lazy, passive little fucker."
       He pulled the tape off my mouth.  The pain it caused my lips was the
least of my worries.  And he unlocked my chains.
       "We're already late, so that fuck session I promised you is gonna
have to wait.  Is yer fuckhole gonna miss yer master's huge pecker so much
you'll be countin' the seconds `till my rammer is ripping your insides
apart again?"
       I knew that I was expected to say something, remembered how mad
these evil bastards would get when a slave didn't respond to one of their
questions.  I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.  I could not
believe how difficult it was to agree to his question.
       "Well slave?  Your master is waitin!'"
       I reached into the pit of my resolve, and I said, "Yes, master."  As
soon as I heard my words, I detected a hint of anger in them, and my heart
sank as I worried that my arrogance would end up with a slave's death.
       But Lucky never noticed the subtle tone of voice, as he smiled
haughtily instead.  "That's what I want to hear, slave.  Since you'll be so
sad to miss my cock, I'll strike a deal with ya, since I'm such a kind and
decent master.  I'll let ya wash my pecker in the shower, along with the
rest of me.  It's poor substitution for feeling my dick inside her ass, but
at least it's something."
       For the first time in what seemed like forever, I got to my feet
without being forced to with his powers.  I was light-headed and very, very
weak, but I didn't seem to have frostbite anywhere.  I followed him down
the ladder into the bedroom of the fifth floor of his tower, and into his
bathroom shower.
       He turned the hot water on, stood underneath the spray, and handed
me the soap.  Visions of my shower under the waterfall with Parker came to
my mind, as I realized I had gone from the absolute best shower to the
absolute worst.
       "Well, get the fuck on with it, slave," Lucky said.
       I tried not to cringe as I reached out and washed his large traps
and lats.
       Unlike when I had been washing Parker, I wasn't the least bit
thorough or tender, though I wouldn't let myself drift into the harsh
scrubbing I had done when Syd had made me wash him.  I quickly soaped up
the large glutes of Lucky's butt, then his ripped hamstrings and hairy
calves.
       When Lucky turned around, I looked at his front.  His arms, chest,
abs, and penis all had a dried coating of semen (his) and blood (mine) from
the night before.  Not eager to touch that, I started instead with his big
feet.  I soaped up his shins next, then his large knees and thighs.
       When I touched my hand to his hanging, soft dickhead, he said, "Oh,
slave, you want to go straight for yer master's hefty pecker, am I right?"
       Once again, I had to really concentrate on forcing myself to
respond.  "Yes, master," I said, this time mastering the art of not
speaking with any sort of tone.
       "Well, ya don't get to wash it `till the rest of me is good and
clean, understood?"
       "Yes, master."
       I stood up and started washing his left shoulder and arm, cleaning
the blood and cum off of the muscles.  I wanted to groan as I washed his
hairy armpit out, but at least he wasn't particularly unclean or sweaty.  I
washed his right arm as well, and then moved the soap to his large pecs,
rubbing the semen off of his dark, thick chest hair.  I did the same to his
fur covered abs.  Finally, I reached his dark pubes, and I scrubbed the
soap into them.
       "Alrightey, now that you've had yer dinner, you can get to your
dessert.  Get to washin' my cock, slave."
       I stifled a groan as my soapy hands slipped down into his huge,
fleshy dong, first scrubbing up and down the base of the shaft, before
sliding my way down to the pink head.
        "And don't forget my balls!"
       I then soaped up his large balls in my hands,
       When I was done rinsing him, he had me wash his face and hair with
the bar of soap, clearly never hearing of a little lovely invention called
shampoo.  But he had heard about shaving, apparently, because he pulled out
one of those crazy scary looking razor blades, handed it to me, and said,
"Shave me, ya stupid slave."
       He smiled at me as I took the razor blade in my hand, his look
almost daring me to try something funny with what could have easily been
used as a weapon.  I so wanted to cut his face and make his smile go away,
but instead, I calmly started to shave him, thankful that Parker had taught
me how to do it with these old style razors, and then getting sad all over
again thinking of Parker.  I finished the shave and rinsed him off.
       "What the fuck, slave?" he said after the water was turned off.
"What, you expect me to drip dry?  Get my fuckin' towel already and start
drying me off."
       I grabbed his towel and dried off every part of him, until he had no
more cause for complaint.  When he left the bathroom, he ordered me to
dress him.  I put one of his sleeveless cowboy shirts on, his jeans, cowboy
boots, and hat.
       Lucky led me down the flights of stairs to the first level of the
tower, out the door into the pens proper, and over to the table where
Clanton was cooking breakfast and all the other vampires were dressed and
seated.
       Lucky took a seat and the table and said, "Slave, get yer ass under
the table and service my men."
       Again, not replying with a mean retort or at least giving him a look
was almost more than I could bear.  Given that, forcing myself to respond
to his command and willfully crawl under the table made me beyond angry.
       "Who wants the slave first?" Lucky asked.
       "I do," said Calvera's voice from above the table.  "I gotta
twenty-four hour, wicked huge load, waiting to be swallowed."
       "Damn, he always wants to go first," said Daggett.
       "Well, you need to put Daggett's stank dick fuckin' last in line, or
this one is gonna puke again."
       "My dick's as clean as yours this morning, Calvera."
       "He's not going to puke on anyone, fellas," Lucky said.  "If he
pukes again, he's getting punished, is that clear, slave?"
       "Yes, master," I said, but being under the table and out of sight, I
was free to make a face in his direction.
       "Slave, give Calvera a blowjob.  And it better be fuckin' amazing,
ya hear?"
       "Yes, master."
       I could see Calvera was massaging the crotch of his jeans, rubbing a
clearly hard unit inside.  "Get over here and unwrap yer present, slave."
       I climbed between Calvera's legs, rolled my eyes and shook my head,
and then raised my hands to the crotch of his jeans.  I opened the button
fly and pulled out his hard, oozing dick, holding it in my hands.
       "Yeah, slave, that's it," Calvera said.  "Just give it some
stroking."
       I used my right hand to stroke the thing up and down, feeling precum
get on my fingers.
       "Yeah, that's it."  He was getting so into the stroking, I was
hoping he might come before I ever got my mouth on him.  I was sorely
disappointed when he finally said.  "It's all ready for your tongue,
slave."
       I looked at the oozing head in front of me.  I absolutely did not
want to put the thing in my mouth.  It felt so wrong to do so.  Sure, I had
already technically blown this dick twice in the past two days, but it was
so much harder doing things out of my own will than it was to be forced to
do it.  Doing it on my own will felt not only like stepping on my last
shred of dignity; it felt like a betrayal to Parker, somehow.
       "Get on with it!" I heard Caldera yell from above the table.
       "Slave, do I need to grab another man to kill in order to get you
moving?" Lucky asked.
       "No, master."
       I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked the brown base of
it.
       "Well, that's a start," Calvera said.  "Yer tongue feels nice and
moist, just how I like it."
       I repeatedly licked around the base, avoiding the pre-cum covered
head.
       "Better get that hot tongue on my mushroom tip before I get mad and
kill one of your little slave friends," Calvera threatened.
       I sighed and rolled my eyes, but did what he asked, moving my tongue
to his gooey dickhead.
        "Mmm yeah," Calvera moaned.  "Now Calvera needs ya to suck him
off."
       I made an angry face, and then stuck his large tip inside my mouth,
closing my lips around him and giving him proper head.
       "Oh yeah," Calvera said.  "Keep that up."
       I sucked him a good long while.
       "Oh god, I can't take it any longer," Calvera shouted, bucking his
hips and tensing up.  "Ah, Ah!"
       Calvera shot his load inside of my mouth, and since no one was
looking at me, I managed to spit it out without him noticing.
       "I'm next," Grimes said, talking with his mouth full.  I saw a hand
come down and motion me towards him, and I crawled over to the guy.  Grimes
clearly was not hard, which made my job all the more difficult.  "The
better you do yer job, the sooner it'll be over," he said.
       I allowed myself a face of anger and indignity as I opened Grimes
jeans and fished out his soft Hispanic unit.  Grimes never kept his hands
above the table, eating his breakfast.  I had to play with him in my hands
and lick him just to get him going.  He seemed not even to be paying me any
attention.
       When he finally got hard, I wondered if his passiveness would allow
me to get away with just stroking him to orgasm.
       "Grimes, is the slave doin' his job?" Lucky asked him.
       "He ain't blowing me."
       "Slave!  I'm gonna go get someone to kill, if ya don't change yer
technique right the fuck now, got it?"
       "Yes, master!" I said, fury on my face.
       And so I gave Grimes head as well until he shot his load.
       "I wanna go next," Dunson said, and he reached under the table with
both hands, found my head, and pulled it towards him.  I could see that he
had already pulled his dick out while I had been servicing Grimes.  After
seeing Dunson murder Becky and pleasure himself on her bleeding corpse, he
had climbed to the upper portion of my hate list of the pens' vampires,
right beneath Lucky himself.  Forcing myself to pleasure him was no easy
task, but what else could I do?
       He didn't waste any time with anything resembling fluffing, he just
pried open my mouth with his fingers (clean, thank goodness), and forced
his unit inside me.  He grabbed my head and forced it up and down on his
dick, but I still got away with only going halfway down the stalk.  During
the whole session, his hands were like vice grips on the sides of my head,
giving me a headache.  I was all too glad when he finally came.
       Valance claimed me next, so I crawled between the legs of the Asian
cowboy.  He wasn't hard, so once again I had to do all the work.
       I stroked him to life, and then started to lick him as well.
       "Oh yeah, that's it!" Valance coed as I started to give him head.
       Valance too put his hands on my noggin, though he wasn't pushing the
sides of my skull together like Dunson had.  His touch was lighter.
       But after a while of giving him head, his touch got more forceful,
clearly trying to push me all the way down his dick, something I had
learned how to do with Parker, the man that I loved, but was not something
I wanted to try on any of these bastards.
       I skillfully got out of going all the way down when I remembered to
pull out his balls and start to fondle them with both hands as I did my
work.  As soon as I did, he stopped pushing my head entirely, and just
riddled me with pleased but lewd comments.
       Suddenly, he started to claw at the back of my head painfully, and
it almost made me stop what I was doing.  I kept in mind what was at stake
here, and I pulled through the pain as he erupted in my mouth, shouting.
       Wilson claimed me next, pulling me into his crotch.  He unzipped his
pants, pulled out his soft black dick, and rubbed it in my face.  He made
me lick it until it was firm, then he used it to slap me repeatedly in the
face, which really did hurt.
       When he forced me to suck him, for a while I was getting away with
just going halfway, like I had done with the others.  But then he seemed to
get what I was trying to do.  "Nah-uh," he said.  "Yer gonna get this whole
rod inside yer mouth."  I felt him push my head so far down it made me
choke and gag.  But failure was not an option, so I forced myself to handle
it, opening my throat and letting it slide back.  "Yeah, that's it, slave."
       "I want to go next!" Wade said.
       "I ain't even done here, Wade," Wilson said.  "Get yer greasy hands
off me and sit down `til I'm good and through with him."
       Wilson took his time with me, and came a whole lot before he
relinquished me.
       Soon, it was Wade's turn, and his bacon-grease covered hands were
all over my face, getting me filthy as I pleasured him.  But his eagerness
made him burst quickly.
       Daggett said, "My turn, I can't wait any longer."
       Daggett didn't force me head down his dick like Wilson and Wade; he
let me do the work.
        "Ya better get yer mouth all the way down, or I'm gonna go over
there and shoot the first slave I see, and mouthfuck the hole I make, got
it?" asked Daggett.
       "Yes, master," I tried to say with his dick in his mouth the best I
could.
       And then I had to open my throat and force myself to go all the way
down his dick, no matter how much my jaw hurt in response.  It was somehow
harder to do it on my own that it was when Wilson had pushed his dick into
my mouth, but I managed.
       After Daggett blew his load, it was Clanton's turn next, and I was
led under the grill to suck him off as he cooked.

       *****

       While the other vampires finished their breakfast, Lucky took me
over to one of the nearby pens.  He pointed at the disgusting water trough.
"Drink, slave!"
       There was nothing I could do besides leaning down and taking my
second drink of the sickeningly foul tasting water.  It was the first time
he made me do it with my own free will, though, and that made it harder.
       After making me gulp down a huge amount of water, he tapped the
trough of the steaming, stinking slop, and said, "Time to eat."
       I hesitated, trying to figure out which was worse between being
forced to eat that slime, and being forced to suck their dicks.
       "Do I need to kill one of these poor slaves then?"
       "No, master," I said, moving towards the trough.
       I lowered my face towards the disgusting, putrid substance, which I
had so recently vomited up.  It seemed like just looking at it would make
me vomit again.
       "If ya don't hold it down this time, some slave is gonna pay."
       I shut my eyes, figuring seeing the disgusting brown substance was
not doing my stomach any favors.  I tried not to breathe through my nose as
soon as the disgusting smell hit my nostrils.  I lowered my lips into the
slop, and opened my mouth after a few seconds.
       When the substance hit my tongue, I almost thought I would puke.  I
kept it down, and then started to suck in a whole mouthful of it.  It took
everything I had to swallow that first bite without gagging.
       "Come on, slave, ya gotta eat a shitload of this crap, just to make
sure you keep yer body strong."
       He made me make a whole meal out of the slop.  Luckily, after that
first mouthful, it became easier to hold it down.  When I was finished, as
I wiped my face clean, my stomach hurt just like it had the night before,
and all I could do was hope I wouldn't be exposed to anything that would
make me gag.
       Lucky made me go back to the table just as the eight vampires were
getting up to go off for the day.  "Now that our slave here has turned so
eager to please," said Lucky, "I ain't gonna need to follow him no more.
Since we still gotta show the kid that being a sex slave is better for him
that being a laborer, I say he should spend the days with y'all, being
treated like a laborer.  If he misbehaves, do what ya want to punish him
physically, or better yet, just kill some nearby slave in retaliation.  If
ya need to hurt him, give him a whippin' on his back, but whatever ya do,
don't hurt his face or scar his ass.  Either one of those will reduce the
money we get from him substantially.  Now, whoever takes him on gets to
smell his blood all day.  Who wants to get him first?"
       Calvera and Grimes both volunteered at the exact same moment.
       "Tell ya what, Calvera can start the day with him, and then Grimes
can take him in the afternoon.  The pig farms are close to the oil fields,
anyway."
       And that's how I found myself being amongst a large group of
Calvera's slaves that morning as he released them from the pens and started
herding them outside.  Once he had removed all of the usual slaves from the
structure, he pulled a woman from one of the holding pens and moved her
towards me.
       "You two new recruits better not fuck anything up, ya hear?" he said
to us.
       I noticed that this was the same Hispanic woman who had been parsed
right before I had been on my first day there, the surgeon.
       "My name's Jake Groves," I told her.  She looked at me, but didn't
seem to understand.  "Jake," I said, pointing at myself.
       "Maria," she said.
       Calvera mounted his horse and started to drive us off in an
unfamiliar direction, keeping in the rear and whipping any slow stragglers.
Maria and I moved quickly and ended up near the front of the pack.
       After quite a walk, we came to a depression in the earth before us
that was filled with pumpjacks, which were all connected to oil wells.
None of the pumpjacks seems to be operating when we got there, and the
other slaves all knew to disperse to the various pumpjacks and start to
turn them on.
       Calvera pulled Maria and I off to the side.  "I always give a lesson
to my new meat, `cause I got the most complex work here, and screwing shit
up can cause real trouble for us.  So, you two better listen to my
instructions and listen good, got it slaves?"
       "Yes, master," I said to Calvera.
       Calvera moved his horse towards Maria and pulled out his whip.
"What's the matter, slave, ya got a problem vocalizing yer respect?"
       Maria, clearly understanding she was being threateningly addressed,
started in on a long sentence in Spanish.  I hoped since Calvera was
Hispanic, he might understand her, or at least have some sympathy.
       "Aw, fuck no, I hate these non-English speaking fuckers," he said.
"Look, lady, ya better learn English real quick.  I'm only goin' over my
instructions once, and if I see ya fuck somethin' up `cause you didn't
understand me, I'm gonna bleed you dry on the spot, got it?"
       She didn't seem to register his threat at all, and I became quite
worried about her as Calvera started showing us how to turn and operate the
pumpjacks (he called them Nodding Donkeys).  The things were amazingly low
tech, but required constant supervision.  Once the pumpjacks were turned
on, which was a complex operation, they began moving up and down and
creating a ruckus as they pumped oil into large barrels.  He taught us how
to turn off the pumps if it was the end of the day, or if some problem
arose that needed to be fixed before the pumpjacks resumed.  The barrels
would fill up quickly and needed to be traded out with empty ones.  Barrels
were to be carried up the hill to a depository (a huge, round rusted barrel
sitting two feet off the ground thanks to several legs) where the oil was
poured into a large funnel, and got piped back to the mansion from there.
       When Calvera finished and left us to it, I tried to use hand motions
to try to explain to Maria how to operate the pumpjacks, and she listened
to me and watched, but I saw no sign that she understood what I was trying
to communicate.  Fearing she might do the wrong thing or fail to take some
needed action if something went wrong in the oil wells, I had both of us
start carrying out full oil barrels up the hill to the deposit station,
feeling like that was part of the task that would be the easiest to
understand.
       The first time the two of us climbed the hill with barrels in our
arms, she looked around at the nearby trees bordering the edge of the area
around the oil wells.  I saw her look down behind us, glancing to see
Calvera looking away, whipping and yelling at some slave for some imagined
slight.
       Maria dropped the barrel in her arms and took off at a run towards
the trees.
       "No, no, no!" I said, chasing after her.
       "Si, si, si!" she said, which is what I understood, and then she
said a whole lot more in Spanish that I didn't understand.
       "You're going to set off your collar!"
       She showed no sign of understanding, so I ran in front of her and
moved in to grab her.  I felt her hand slap my cheek, startling me, and she
ran around me.
       I heard a man's voice say some command in Spanish, and then rattle
off a quick sentence.  Maria stopped cold.
       I turned my head, and realized it was one of the slaves that had
snuck up on us, a fiftyish white man whose worn skin was filled with
sun-spots, clearly due to many years of working naked in the sun without
the slightest bit of sunscreen.  He said something else in Spanish, and she
started to walk back towards us, clutching her collar, clearly aware of the
danger she faced.
       Just when I assumed he only spoke Spanish, he looked at me and said,
"My name is Kuzman."  He had an eastern European accent that was hard to
place.
       "Jake," I said.
       "I didn't know this new one didn't speak English until just now," he
said.  "I've taken a bit of a leadership role with the oil slaves here.
Not that Calvera knows anything about, of course, or he'd likely string me
up.  Welcome to the team."
       "Thanks," I said.  "Good thing you spoke Spanish and came along when
you did, otherwise I'm afraid she'd be dead by now."
       "Three of us oil old timers decided to lead these slaves, and
because there were so many incoming slaves who spoke no English that were
being killed by the vampires when they didn't follow their commands, we
decided to work to learn the languages of the slaves who were brought here
so that we would be able to give them instructions.  I took on the European
languages."
       "Do you get a lot of Europeans here?" I asked.
       "Mostly eastern Europeans," he said.  "I myself am Bulgarian.  I use
my own language, Russian, Polish, Ukranian, Romanian, etc. all the time.
We almost never get western Europeans here, so I only know how to speak the
most basic terms in French, Italian, German, Swedish, Norwegian, etc."
       "But you seem to speak Spanish very well."
       "Yeah, that's because we get many, many Latin Americans in here, so
I've learned a whole lot of Spanish and Portuguese.  I'll fill Maria in on
how to get along around here, and teach her the basic English she'll need
in order to not set off Calvera.  Take that target off her back.  Is there
anything I can help you with in terms of fitting in with the other oil
field slaves, Jake?"
       "I don't think so," I said.  "I'm actually being moved this
afternoon to the pig farms.  They keep moving me around.  So far I've spent
some time in the dump, the produce farms, and the chicken farms."
       "Chicken farms?" he asked excitedly.  "Did you meet my husband,
Lek?"
       "Your husband?" I asked.  "Were you captured together?"
       "No, we met here, and married sixteen years ago.  A lot of folks
start relationships here.  But a year ago, they took him away from me,
moved him to Wade's unit.  I haven't seen him since.  I don't even know if
he's still alive.  Are you sure you didn't see him?  He's a Thai man, about
my age, with a ponytail."
       "I don't remember, I'm sorry," I said.  "At the time, I wasn't very
focused on the people around me."
       "If you go back, will you promise to look for him?"
       "I promise.  Is he also a whiz with languages?"
       He nodded.  "He became fluent in all the Asian languages.  Except
Japanese, we never get any Japanese here."
       "What about people from Africa?" I asked.
       "We get a whole bunch," he said.  "Haala, who used to be the third
leader here, she was an Arabic speaking Libyan, but she learned the other
common languages in her continent too.  But she's long gone.  She was
pulled out of the oil fields, gosh, maybe eight years ago.  Occasionally I
saw her in the pens, or being led with other slaves by Wilson, but I
haven't seen her for quite some time.  If you end up in Wilson's crop
fields, please look for her."
       "Will do," I said.
       Calvera appeared, riding his horse up to the top of the hill.  "I
see ya runnin' yer mouth up here instead of workin,' slave," he said to me.
"Do ya need to run yer mouth right over here to my cock in order for you to
learn to work hard?"
       "No, master," I said.
       "Then stop yammering and get to fuckin' work."
       I left Maria with Kuzman as I walked back down the hill and started
working again.  I noticed after Calvera finished making the rounds between
the pumpjacks, he dismounted his horse and climbed on foot to the top of
the hill.  He leaned with his back against the oil depository, where he
could see all the pumpjacks in the valley below, and that's where he
remained.
       I had no more interruption until around lunchtime, when Calvera came
down from his hilltop perch, mounted his boosted Clydesdale, and rode it
towards me.  "I gotta deliver ya to Grimes," he said to me.  "Hop on up."
       He patted the space in front of him on the front of the saddle.  I
mounted the horse, sitting in front, wondering if he would have me steer as
he pulled a paper bag out.  "We don't usually give slaves real food, but
Lucky wanted you to be eating more calories than yer burning, so here, even
though if I could help it, I'd just give ya slop like you slaves deserve."
       He handed me a steak sandwich and took one for himself as well.  I
bit into it eagerly, the real food tasting so incredible after so long of
either being starved or forced to eat slop.  After we had finished, he even
gave me a drink of fresh water out of his canteen.
       Calvera had no issues just leaving his slaves to work on their own
as the two of us went over the hill, and as we rode, I could feel him
inhaling my scent as he used his increasingly bold hands to fondle my bare
butt.  "Fuck," he said.  "Yer ass is as sweet as they come."  I felt him
spread my cheeks apart.  "Fuck, take a look at that hole, would you?"
       "I can't, master," I responded to his question.
       "If ya could, you'd see why I'm absolutely want to fuck the thing
apart, and drink yer amazing blood at the same time," he said as he rubbed
my hole, even though I was all but certain seeing my own hole would not
lead me to that understanding.  "Fuckin' just my luck that Lucky ordered us
not to fuck yer ass or drink yer blood, while the rest of us have to listen
to that lucky fuck fucking you all night long."
       I felt an intrusion into my hole as one of his fingers went inside.
       "But Lucky ain't say shit about fingerin' yer hole, did he?"
       He started to really push and shove his fat fingers in me, actually
causing me pain.
       I heard Calvera rip open his jeans, and soon felt a very hard
dickhead against my hole.
       "And Lucky said jack shit `bout us fucking yer ass crack, ain't he?"
       Spreading my cheeks apart with his hands, he humped back and forth
against my crack until he wound himself up to a powerful orgasm, and used
his canteen water to wash all the cum that was then littered all over my
butt and lower back.
       We rode into sight of the pig farm, which was about the size of the
poultry farm I had been to the day before, though this one smelled far, far
worse.  There were both outdoor, muddy pens for the pigs, and indoor barns.
Just like with the chickens, I could see the pigs were being butchered on
the premises, inside one of the barns.  But there were also some pens
devoted entirely to cows, I noticed, though far fewer of those.
       Calvera approached Grimes, who was also on horseback, and pushed me
off his horse.  "Grimes, he's all yours," Calvera said before turning
around and riding back towards the oil fields.
       "Just jump right in, slave," Grimes said as he smoked a cigarette.
"If ya don't know what to do, ask someone."
       I looked around at all the slaves working in this unit, and I nodded
and walked off.  I saw a nearby bucket of pig slop and started pouring it
into their troughs.
       "They've been fed already this morning," said a Hispanic woman,
about forty.  "You can help me shovel up shit, though."  She handed me a
shovel, and I started cleaning up the pig feces next to her.
       "It smells so, so bad," I complained to her.
       "Well, if ya ever ate any ham or bacon in Mareshead, this is a
requirement of that pleasure."
       "Guilty as charged," I admitted.  "Though I haven't had much pork.
A lot more beef, really.  I suppose I should be cleaning up cow pies over
there."
       "Those cows are for milk," she said.  "We milk them in the milking
barn, there."  She pointed to one of the buildings.  "We carry their milk
back every day.  But the vampires run cattle and sheep ranches themselves,
without our help.  Guess they think it's a manly occupation, being cowboys.
They just deliver the milk cows to us, that's all.  Guess they think
pulling on a cow's nipple is effeminate work."
       Her name was Lisa I found out as the afternoon went on and she
showed me how the work went.  Just when I figured I was going to get out of
doing anything unpleasant, Grimes got off his horse, found me, and pulled
me toward one of the barns.
       "Wade tells me ya squeamish `bout blood.  Well, I gotta a job for
you."
       He pulled me into the barn, and a different but equally rank smell
hit my nose.  Towards the left end of the barn, I could see slaughtered
pigs on the ground, their throats slit.  Pig blood was soaking the ground
in that area red, and I started to feel faint right away.
       Grimes pointed at a slave I recognized because of her broken nose.
"Now, lucky fer you, I just got me a new slaughterer," he said.  "Let me
show ya what yer part of the job is."
       There was a track along the ceiling that had chains hanging from it,
and at the bottom of the chains were very large, very sharp meat hooks.
Grimes grabbed the first two and used them to pierce the nearest pig
carcass at the bottom of the body, just above the legs.  He hit a lever,
and a pulley system engaged, raising the chain upwards, leaving the pig
carcass hanging upside down.
       "The best part of this job is, when ya get it hangin' like that, all
this blood drips out all over ya boots.  Or, in yer case, all over yer bare
feet.  Feel free to roll around in the blood if ya like."
       He pushed the pig carcass on the ceiling rail toward the other side
of the room, where all sorts of slaves had large butcher knives that they
were using to cut the thing into slabs of meat, throwing away the inedible
organs and bones.
       "Now, you do the others," Grimes said.  "And if ya faint any, I'm
gonna hook this slave right here up and cut her open like a piggy.  Really
give ya somethin' to faint over, ya got me?"
       "Yes, master."
       I told myself that these pigs were thankfully already dead, and they
could feel nothing.  I tried to think of them as slabs of meat instead of
anything that had once been alive, and that helped me keep my head clear as
I walked over to the next pig carcass, picked up one of the meat hooks on
the chain, and skewered the pig's body.  I did the same quickly with the
second meat hook, wanting it to be over, and I hit the lever that pulled
the carcass off the ground, not looking at the blood that I could feel
splashing onto my feet.  I quickly pushed the animal towards the butchers.
       "That's it, nice slave," Grimes told me.  "Ya get the rest of these
too before we gotta leave."  He walked out of the butcher house, leaving us
slaves alone, and I knew if he wasn't there to see me, I could probably
faint with impunity.
       The slave looked to make sure he was gone, and then came over to
give me a hand.  "I can help you with these as long as I don't get anymore
pigs to kill," she said.
       I gave her a nod.  "Stella, right?" I asked.
       "Yeah, hi," she said to me.  "I don't remember your name, sorry."
       "Jake."
       "Jake.  Yeah.  Okay, I know what you're thinking," she said, looking
away from me.
       "What's that?"
       "You're thinking, why the hell didn't Stella just take the branding,
and end up in a cushy job somewhere looking after animals, complete with
clothes and everything?"
       "Nope.  Look, Stella, I would have fought back too.  In fact, I DID
fight back when it was my turn.  They want to make me a sex slave, but I'm
here because I refuse to take their orders, just like you."
       "Grimes here heard I was a veterinarian, and he's taken special
pleasure making good use of my knowledge of animal anatomy.  He has me
killing all the pigs in this barn of death here, bleeding them out, and
butchering them.  I've only been here a couple days, and I already feel
ready to die.  I went from being a veterinarian whose life work was to
protect animals; I mean I was even a vegan and shit, to this."  She started
to cry.
       "I'm so sorry, Stella.  These vampires are evil."
       "Tell me about it," she said, and then wiped away her tears.
"Better not let Grimes see me cry.  He smells weakness, and exploits it."
       The two of us were able to finish getting all of the carcasses on
chains, and they didn't bring any other new pigs in for Stella to
slaughter, with it being too late in the day for that.
       When Grimes told everyone to call it a day, I didn't ride on his
horse back to the pens.  Instead, I walked with all the other slaves,
everyone carrying heavy bundles of pork meat, milk, or other supplies back
to the pens.

       *****

       Before long, I was back under the table, pleasuring the vampires
again as they ate their dinner.  Once again, it took everything I had to
keep from biting their phalluses or vocalizing my displeasure, but it had
to be done.  It was roughly the same experience as during breakfast, with
each of them acting in their own specific manner or making me do whatever
they desired.
       But the one major change was that in the morning, these eight
vampires had all recently showered.  I knew from experience that they
smelled and tasted far worse in the evening, but this was the first time I
wasn't having my flesh forced by Lucky into doing the deed with the most
repellant dicks.
       All of them smelled of sweat and horses, though I was lucky that I
knew vampire sweat really never smelled that bad, unlike human sweat.  But
once I got to Wade, the greasy leader of the chicken farm, I could taste
the poultry on his dick, which made the act all the more rancid.  And when
I had to blow Grimes and Daggett, who were the smelliest of them all, it
was all I could do not to gag on their dicks.
       After I was done swallowing all their loads, Lucky made me again
drink the foul trough water and eat a whole lot of slop.  He then hosed me
down and had me wash myself, shave, and brush my teeth.
       "We'll be sleepin' in my bedroom tonight," Lucky said as we entered
his tower.  When we had climbed to the bedroom on the top floor, he said,
"Now that you'll be takin' orders, it's time you proved you can pleasure a
real man in the sack."  He pushed me onto the bed.  "I want you to fuckin'
turn my nuts inside out with passion.  I want you to pull all the stops,
give me the best sex of my fuckin' life.  And if I come away the least bit
dissatisfied, I'm gonna take out my disappointment on one or five of your
slave friends, ya understand yer master?"
       "Yes, master."
       "And right now, master wants slave to welcome him to bed by taking
his clothes off."
       "Yes, master."
       I climbed over on the bed towards him and removed his cowboy hat,
putting it aside carefully.  And then I started to take his vest off, and
tried to avoid his constant stares and that smug smile that said he owned
me, that said he had won.  Looking into that face would only lead me into
trouble.
       "Ya wanna bust out the giant pecker that owns you, slave?"
       "Yes, master."
       I pulled open Lucky's belt, and then ripped open his zipper fly
until his soft dick had busted loose.
       "Well, lookey-here, slave.  Ain't that just about the biggest cock
ya ever seen?"
       "Yes, master."
       "Master wants to see all the good servicing my men has made yer
purdy mouth.  I want ya to give me the best blowjob I ever had, ya
understand?"
       "Yes, master."
       "And first, ya can start on those big nuts of mine."
       I used my hand to push aside his soft dick as I was forced to dive
into his crotch and start licking his balls.
       "Yeah, suck those nuts, slave.  Can ya feel the power of those giant
baby-maker-glue factories at work?
       "Yes, master."
       I took the huge left nut in my mouth, thankful at least he shaved
his scrotum.  And then I sucked on the right one too.
       "Two at a time, slave."
       I nodded, and stretched my lips out wide enough to barely
accommodate both testicles into my mouth.
       "Good.  Now, I want your lips to worship the real deal."
       I started to lick his by then semi-hard dick, trying to be as eager
as I possibly could.
       "Yes, let me feel ya sucking on that giant pecker."
       I locked my lips around his then hard dickhead and sucked while he
moaned in pleasure.
       "I want you to get all the way the fuck down my pecker.  I don't
want to be able to see a single centimeter outside of those lovely lips, ya
got it?"
       I stammered, "Yes, master," though I couldn't be sure he could hear
me with his dickhead in my mouth.  And then I dove down his dick, knowing I
absolutely had to get to his pubes, which seemed so very far away from my
face.
       I ended up grabbing his bare butt with both hands in order to pull
myself all the way down his dick, as my lips and throat cried out in pain,
but what could I do?  At least my nose got all the way to his pubes.
       "Yeah, ya like master's huge balls all over your chin, Slave?"
       I tried to answer in the affirmative.
       "Now, I know how much your face wants to get fucked by my dick.
Give it to me, slave."
       I started to move my head back and forth, back and forth, impaling
myself on that huge dick over and over, and my jaw aching with pain, as his
disgusting precum assaulted my taste buds.
       "Fuck yeah, that feels so good.  Ya doing all that work all to be
rewarded by being able to suck the biggest, tastiest cum-wad of your life,
ain't ya?"
       I nodded as he started to fuck me in the face himself.  Yes, please
come now in my mouth so this can finally be over with.
       "Well, too fuckin' bad, this load is being saved for inside of yer
ass tonight.  Now, get off my bone, ya eager dog."
       I pulled away from him.
       "Now, lie down face down on the bed, slave."
       "Yes, master."
       I lay down on his dirty bed, face down.
       "Stick yer ass in the air, slave.  Come on, show master how much
that fine piece of ass is begging for his huge master cock."
       "Yes, master."
       I raised my butt into the air as he asked me.
       "Spread those cheeks with yer hands and let master see that gorgeous
hole."
       "Yes, master."
       I reached back with my hands and did as he asked.
       "Oh yeah, that hole of yers is calling out to me, ain't it, slave?"
       "Yes, master."
       "Fuck, master can't stand another second without biting into ya,
tell master how much ya want to be bitten by these huge fuckin' studly
fangs."
       "Yes, master.  Please bite me with those fangs."
       "Can't keep a slave beggin,'" he said.
       I felt the pain of him biting hard a viciously into my butt, and a
lot of pain hit me before that pleasure came, and for the first time, my
dick hardened.
       He slurped away at the blood, and then used his tongue to push my
blood right into my butthole, and the next thing I knew, he was giving me
oral, which at least meant there wasn't anything for me to do.
       When he had finished, he said, "Fuckin' tasty.  Now, I want slave to
get ready for master's cock by using your fingers to spread the blood from
your wound and fingerfuck it into your hole while master watches, ya got
it?"
       "Yes, master."
       I used my right hand to finger the wound he had left me with on my
crack, a wound that hurt so much more now that he had stopped biting me.  I
shivered with pain as I dug my finger into the blood.
       "More juice, slave.  More."
       I rubbed my fingers aggressively into my bite wound, expanding it
and making more blood come out, thankful I was lying down as I felt that
faintness start.
       "Now, stick `em in.  All four fingers!"
       I used my bloody digits to molest my own hole, moistening it with
their blood.
       "Oh yeah, slave.  Ain't that about the hottest thing you can imagine
inside yer hole?"
       "Yes, master."
       "No, slave, wrong fuckin' answer."
       "I mean, it's hot, but not nearly as hot as your cock inside me,
master."
       "That's right.  And that's what Master's gonna give ya."
       He pulled my fingers out and then stabbed his dick into me as fast
as anyone had ever mounted me, causing me to almost scream out in pain as
he got all the way inside on that first vicious thrust, tears stinging my
eyes.
       "Yeah, ya like that, slave?  Ya like to feel my huge nuts slam
against yer smaller ones?"
       "Yes, master."
       "Can you feel that huge fucker all the way up in yer teeth, slave?"
       "Yes, master."
       "Master wants to hear you beg to start fucking him."  The truth was,
Lucky didn't give one iota about if I wanted him or if I despised him, he
just wanted to here those things.  He certainly never cared if I was
getting anything sexually out our interactions.  He was so different from
Syd in that way.
       I grit my teeth in anger, but I had no choice.  "Please, please,
master, fuck the shit out of me."
       "Yes, slave, master'll make your dreams come true."
       And just like that he took off like an animal, slamming his dick in
and out of me with relentless abandon, using my hole for his pleasure, and
all I could do was bury my face into the bed and try not to cry.
       After more than twenty minutes of fucking, he finally said, "Is
Slave ready for master's creamy load to paint every inch of his insides?"
       "Yes, master.  Give me your load."
       "Oh yeah, here it comes, here it comes.  FUUUUUUCK!"
       And his dick went into hyper mode as he rammed my butt, shooting cum
with each vicious thrust, totally flooding me with more seed than he had
ever had before.
       When he was through with me, I expected he would let me sleep beside
him in bed.  But instead, he had me get on his table as he chained me up
once more, only leaving off the mouth tape that time.  I figured, even
though he knew he had me, he didn't trust me to be around him while he was
sleeping, and I knew it was a smart choice on his behalf.  Who knows what I
might have done had the opportunity presented itself kill him in his sleep?
       He got dressed and left me alone to go drink with his men, and I
wanted nothing more but to sleep.  I shut my eyes, said my nightly prayers,
and fell asleep.




       JANUARY 28th


       Just like the previous nights, Lucky woke me up a few times during
the night to rape me, but at least being forced to endure the pain with the
chains on was far better than being asked to be an active participant in
the horrible event.  My, how far my standards how plunged, I realized, as
he woke me up in the morning with one last chained fuck, making me think
maybe he had a fetish for tied down bodies.
       After giving him another horribly demeaning shower and dressing him
for the day, I found myself back under the table, pleasuring the other
eight vampires while Lucky ate his breakfast.  When that was done, I once
again had to force my stomach to take in a huge amount of slop.  Lucky even
made a comment about how I was already looking as strong as when I first
arrived, and I knew that I hadn't had the slightest bit of light-headedness
any longer.  Well, at least none that wasn't related to seeing blood.
       Wilson and Valance had volunteered to take me that day, splitting
their time with me.
       "I'm instituting a new fuckin' rule," Lucky announced to the other
vampires.  "Yesterday was too long without me gettin' my deserved piece of
that slave's ass, so wherever the slave is come lunchtime, I want y'all to
let him jog back to my tower for good fuckin' `fore I send him back on his
way."

       *****

       I started out with Wilson's group of slaves that morning.  "You'd
better pay attention, slave," he ordered me.  "Ya need to be able to find
yer way back here on yer own.  And look where Valance takes him slaves."
Wilson pointed to Valance and his group of workers as they headed out on a
worn path.  "You'll need to take this path after lunch, got it?"
       "Yes, master."
       On our march through the fields, once Wilson moved his horse away
from me and towards the front of the group, an older woman who looked
Middle-Eastern in appearance approached me.  "You're a new one?  Can you
speak English?"
       "Yes, I can," I said.
       "I'm Haala," she said with a bit of an Arabic accent.  "Pleased to
meet you."
       "I'm Jake," I said.  "Look, I've already met Kuzman.  He was
concerned something happened to you.  He'll be pleased to know you are
alive."
       She smiled at his name.  "They moved me into Wilson's group, and
I've been able to do more good for the people here than I ever was able to
do in the oil fields," she said.  "Thanks for kindly letting me know
Kuzman's still alive.  He's a good man.  I don't want to linger here or
Wilson will get suspicious.  He has his eye on you like I've never seen him
look at any other slave before.  But if you need help with anything, please
come find me.  Or my man, that one there."  She pointed to a black man
about her age, who nodded politely to me.
       "Oh, is he your husband?" I asked.
       "No, we're not married," she said.  "My husband and I were kidnapped
together from Libya and brought here many years ago.  At the time, I was
eight months pregnant with our first child.  When Lucky Holden parsed us,
he was turned off by the large state I was in because of my pregnancy, and
even though I was young, he decided to make me a laborer.  My baby saved me
a horrible life as a sex worker."
       "What happened to your husband?"
       "He was not so lucky.  Being young and good looking, he was selected
to be a sex slave.  When they tried to take him away from me, he fought
back so hard, they decided to make him one of Jericho's meals instead."
       I knew firsthand what fate that would have brought him, and I felt
truly awful for Haala.  "I'm so sorry.  What about your baby?"
       "What always happens when a human baby is born to a slave mother
here.  The vampires offer no help delivering the baby, which means the
mother has a good chance of not surviving the birth, and only has her
fellow slaves to help.  And then the vampires take away the babies as soon
as they're born, as they're not allowed to have children here.  The babies
are said to be adopted by free humans.  That's why I always suggest for
heterosexual couples here, since they are never provided any sort of
contraceptive, that they be very careful in their activities to avoid
needless danger and heartbreak down the road."
       "Wise advice, Haala.  You said that's what happens when the baby is
human.  Does that mean sometimes there are women impregnated by vampires?"
       She nodded.  "It's rare, but it does happen.  No one here is safe
from being raped by a vampire, and about half of the labor slaves have
suffered through the indignity at least once, myself included.  The
vampires are supposed to use condoms at all times, but sometimes the
vampire decides to break the rules, or a condom can break.  The men who are
raped don't have to worry about pregnancy, obviously.  Now, not all of the
vampire guards here are old enough to procreate, but those that are, if the
condom breaks or if they are having unprotected sex, chances are, the woman
will get pregnant, even after just one copulation."
       "I've learned about how vampires produce more semen that normal in
order to greatly increase their frequency of impregnation," I offered,
thinking back to Parker's words.
       "That would make sense," she said.  "When a woman here becomes
impregnated by a vampire, they cannot allow that baby to be born, as it
will be a bastard child.  If the vampire admits that it was his fault for
not using a condom, or says the condom broke, then the woman is forced into
an abortion."
       "That's so cruel," I said.
       "But that's the best case scenario for the raped women.  More often
than not, the vampires here won't bother with this move.  They really only
seem to behave this way if other vampires actually witnessed the rape and
saw that the vampires didn't protect themselves.  If the vampire raped the
woman with no witnesses, the vampire will claim that the woman purposely
destroyed the condom during sex and got pregnant as a result.  In
punishment, the pregnant woman will be killed, and the vampires save
themselves the cost and trouble of performing an abortion."
       "These vampires all deserve to be killed for what they've done to
all of you here."
       "Yes, yes they do.  But don't say that too loudly."
       Our conversation was interrupted as we reached our destination.
Wilson led us into another valley that was just as large as the produce
farm had been, only these fields contained the inedible crops.  The first
section contained trees, and slaves broke off from our group to start
cutting some of them down with axes and chopping them either into firewood
or lumber.  The next area was devoted to tobacco, and many of the slaves
broke away and started harvesting these.
       Wilson looked at me and motioned towards the end of the fields,
against the boundary of the Mareshead grounds.  "We got an opening for the
cotton pickers, ya ever done that before, AB Negative?"
       "No, master," I said, trying to hide the tone of anger in my voice
at being a black American being forced to pick cotton for his slave master.
The fact that it was a black man ordering me to do it somehow just made it
all the worse.  And all of this went right over the head of Wilson.
       "Well, it's fuckin' simple, so even you should be able to wrap yer
brain around it.  But just `cause it ain't complex don't make it easy.  And
like the rest of the slaves here, I expect ya to work yer ass off.  If I
see ya slackin' off, you can have a taste of my spunk, maybe that creamy
medicine will get ya to focus.  Understand, slave?"
       "Yes, master," I said, knowing I would not be slacking off.
       "Lucky wants me to give you some of my lunch, so come lunchtime, ya
stop what yer workin' on and come find me."
       I jumped into the cotton picking, taking over the very edge of the
field.  Wilson watched for a while until he was satisfied at my pace, and
then rode his horse back off towards the pine trees, leaving me alone.
       I worked in solitude for a couple hours before I realized Wilson
would not be coming back.  I took a moment to lie back on the ground.  I
shut my eyes and let the emotions take me.  The completely desolate
hopelessness I was feeling, the certainly that I was trapped in what surely
was hell on earth.  The sad realization that I was going to have to be so,
so strong for what could be an eternity, lest the slaves around me be
punished for my weakness.  I wanted so badly for angels to pick me up right
then and there and deliver me to Heaven.  Now that I was on the ground with
tears in my eyes, I wondered if I would ever find the willpower to get back
up.
       "Yous given up on yerself.  I can see it plain as day."
       I opened my eyes, and there was Polly, who seemed so out of context
in this slave world that at first I thought I was hallucinating.  "Polly,
how did you find me?"
       "Patches sniffed ya out," she said, stepping aside, and I could see
my beautiful (metaphorically) horse behind her, moving towards me excitedly
and nuzzling my chest.  I lifted my arms and embraced his head, feeling
even sadder than before.
       "You can't be here, Polly, if Wilson sees you with me, he'll punish
the slaves here."
       "We'll leave `fore he sees us," she said.  "I came to tell ya not to
give up on yourself, not to give up on yer life.  That's not what Parker
would've wanted for yous, and you know that."
       I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks as I hugged Patches not just
because I had missed the animal, but more so because I so missed Parker.
        "That collar they've put on you does not flatter you in the
slightest, Mr. Groves."
       I realized Polly was not alone as Cornelius appeared behind her, his
normally stoic face showing concern.
        "It's good to see you," I said to them, smiling.  "I'd come greet
you, but I'm afraid my collar would go off."
       "It sickens me to see what they've done to your back," Cornelius
said, and I knew he meant the whip marks and probably the brand on my butt
too.
       "We've got to be careful," I said, looking back for any sign of
Wilson.  "If he sees me with you, he won't be happy."
       "I'm keeping watch, Mr. Groves.  Don't you worry.  I want you to
know that I know how much you meant to Parker, who was my dearest friend at
the mansion.  And I want to do all I can to help the one he loved escape
the Logan Blood alive."
       I perked up.  "What were you planning?"
       "I'm going to find an excuse to transfer you into the mansion
myself.  While we are in transit, I want you to pull out the revolver I'll
have holstered at my hip and shoot me.  Not enough to kill me, but enough
to knock me out.  And then I want you to make a run for it."
       "What will they do to you when they find out you were overpowered?"
       "I'm not sure, Mr, Groves, but it'll be worth it."
       I thought about it.  "No.  Jericho will know you let me go, and he
might kill you in retaliation.  Besides, I can't break free, or Lucky will
kill innocent slaves here as punishment.  I can't have those lives hanging
over my head."
       "Mr. Groves, I can assure you that the cruelty that takes place here
did not commence when you arrived, and it won't end when you leave.  Lucky
and his men will kill innocent slaves regardless of what you do, so please
don't let that be a factor in your rationale."
       "I'm not bending on this one."
       "Fine.  I think I can sweep in once you've escaped and prevent Lucky
from killing any slaves in retaliation, does that sit with you?"
       "And I won't have you risking your life by having me shoot you.
I'll escape without anyone ever suspecting you had any connection to it.
Your work here is too valuable here for you to be replaced by someone of
Jericho's choosing."
       "I must concur.  Is there something I can bring you to aid your
escape?  Something you can smuggle on you?"  He looked over my naked body,
and it was clear there was not much hope of me stashing much of anything on
me.
       "Tell me, I know Lucky is a special.  Are any of his eight men also
specials?  I don't want to be surprised by any unforeseeable variables
popping up."
       "No, they aren't."
       "Well then, just bring a turkey baster," I said.
       "Alright," he said.  "I'll bring it to you the day you should make
your escape.  And I'm hiding a backpack in a rock outcropping just to the
south of the pens' main entrance.  It'll have everything you'll need to
make it to out of the Territory: food, water, clothes, matches, firearms,
etc.  The Logan Blood Calvary has just departed Mareshead with Syd in tow
as their prisoner.  I'm waiting for you to make your escape until they are
as far away from Mareshead as they'll ever be, so they have no chance of
intervening."
       "Smart," I said.  "When would that be?"
       "In two days.  I'm going to have Polly check in with you tomorrow if
she can manage to.  After you've escaped, I'm going to do all I can to
divert any guards Jericho will send after you towards Fools Gold, telling
everyone that I'm positive you'd be heading towards Della, towards the free
town, where your slavery status would dissolve.  Instead, I want you to get
to the creek to the south of here and take it east until you leave the
Territory.  Try to walk in the creek itself at least for a few miles just
so you don't create any tracks."
       I shook my head.  "But what about the rest of the slaves here?
Can't I take them with me?"
       "Absolutely not, Mr. Groves.  None of these people are physically
suited for the kind of stealthy, swift escape you'll need to make.  Take a
single one of them with you, and I promise, you won't survive.  Think about
what Parker would want.  He would want you to survive, no matter what the
cost.  We'll have to wait until a new Governor takes the chair before we
can free the slaves.  Now, I'm afraid Polly and I have to go.  Whatever you
do, don't behave in any way differently that you were, we can't have
Lucky's suspicions aroused."
       "I won't.  Thank you, Cornelius, for all you've done for me."
       He nodded, pulled Polly quickly back towards the trees, and
disappeared.  And I was left wondering if they had both been just figments
of my imagination.  I resumed my work, with all sorts of new thoughts
running through me.  Just a few minutes ago, I had thought I had been
doomed to an eternity in the pens, an existence I found tantamount to the
fires of hell itself.  Now, all the horrors I had been facing had a
wonderful end in sight.
       At the same time, I felt so, so guilty for leaving all the other
slaves.
       "AB Neg, what's the fuck's going on?" said Wilson, who snuck up upon
me making me jump.  "Ya breakin' the fuckin' rules, huh?  Want some slave
to die, huh?"
       "No, master," I said, sure he had seen me talking with Polly and
Cornelius.
       "I told ya come lunchtime to come find me, and it's already past
noon.  Ya don't goddamn mind me.  Come with me now."
       Sweet relief hit me as I realized my escape plans hadn't been
thwarted, and it was only that I was running late that Wilson was so upset
about.
       Wilson pulled me up onto the front of his horse, and rode us back
towards the front of the fields, where there were far more slaves working
on the tree section of the farm.
       "Oh shit," said Wilson as one of the trees being cut down fell in
our direction.  He made a quick maneuver with the horse to narrowly prevent
us from being hit.  He jumped off his horse, all fury.  "Who fucked up this
cut?  You did, ain't ya, you fuck-up?"
       He pointed at the only slave around the trunk of the tree who was
holding an axe, a guy who looked like he was in his twenties.
       "Now, everyone gather `round," Wilson said.  "I want ya'll to see
what not to do."
       All the slaves within earshot put down what they were doing and
moved towards us, creating quite a crowd.
       "When you're cuttin' down trees, don't just let them fall in any
random fashion, which could end up doin' damage.  If ya need to grab some
other slave to help ya guide them down safely, then do it.  That's why
there's so many of you goddamn worthless shits here anyway.  Understood,
slave?" he asked the man.
       "Yes, master," said the slave, though his face seemed defiant.
       Wilson turned around and walked back towards the horse.
       "Bater," the slave said under his breath, and two of his friends
nearby chuckled.
       "I heard that, asshole," said Wilson as he spun around to face the
slave, and pulled out his revolver from his holster.  He pulled the
trigger, but no gun blast came, and at first I thought Wilson just meant to
scare the slave.
       But then I saw the offending slave clutch his throat in terror
around his collar as blood poured everywhere, and I knew the same thing was
happening to him that happened to the woman who had crossed the boundary
line.  That gun must have not been what it seemed.
       And it wasn't just the slave who had done the cutting. Wilson moved
his gun around to the right and left as he held down the trigger, and
suddenly the two friends who had laughed at the joke were clutching their
throats as well.  And so were three other slaves who hadn't done anything
wrong, but who just happened to be in range of this gun as well.
       "In case any of you are new here and ain't seen this baby in
action," Wilson said, raising his gun up and showing it to everyone.  "All
I gotta do is aim and shoot, and yer collar pops into action, killing you.
And each one of us nine vampires has one.  So you'd better show me some
respect, and ya better not fuck yer job up, neither.  `Cause I promise you,
if I get disappointed in y'all, I won't hesitate for an instant to use this
fucker on the whole bunch of ya, every last one, and start fresh with new
slaves that'll mind me better.  Now get the fuck back to work!"
       Everyone quickly moved away and back to their jobs.
       Wilson looked at me.  "Get off my fuckin' horse, yer supposed to run
back to Lucky, not ride.  And you, slave," he said, pointing at a nearby
woman.  "You look in my bag and bring this slave a wrapped sandwich, ya
hear me?"
       "Yes, master," she said, running off.
       I dismounted the horse, and she came back with the lunch.
       "Better jog to Lucky's right now, yer already late.  `Cause ya ain't
gonna be able to jog later, not after what Lucky does to yer ass.  You'll
need to eat while ya run, you hear me?"
       "Yes, master."
       He looked back at the six slaves slowly bleeding to death on the
ground in front of him, and he started to rip off his clothes.  "One thing
y'all know `bout me is I hate wasting shit, and so I'm gonna manage to
drink all y'all blood and fuck everyone of ya'll too."
       I jogged off in the direction of the pens, leaving the farm behind,
feeling so bad for those poor people's awful ends to their lives.  I
certainly didn't feel hungry anymore, but I made myself eat the food,
knowing I would need my strength for the time when I would make my escape.
       As soon as I got to Lucky's tower in the pens, he made me once again
get into his bed and make me pleasure him in the most humiliating fashion,
turning me into a prostitute with threats of killing slaves constantly
thrown at me if I failed to perform to the best of my abilities.
       No matter how far down he degraded me sexually, no matter how much
physical pain he caused me as he plowed away callously, he couldn't take
away the personal satisfaction I felt as I concentrated on the knowledge
that all of this would be blessedly temporary.
       Before long, Lucky had me down on the pens floor, and we stopped at
one of the nearby cages.  "Fatass, ya there?"
       "Yes, master," I heard a familiar voice say.
       "Come here," Lucky said as he pulled the man out of the enclosure,
and I realized that it was the same man who had been one of the group that
I had first been parsed with, Randy.  "I ain't got zip for yer skills as a
program whatchamacallit, and I ain't got shit for ya in the mansion either
at the moment.  Follow this slave to Valance's group, and serve with him.
If ya please him, we might think `bout gettin' ya outta the labor pens
someday.  Now, git!"
       I led Randy on foot towards the dusty trail that I knew led to
Valance's camp.  As soon as we were off on our own and far away from the
earshot of Lucky, Randy said, "Well, this plain sucks.  I was hoping they
wouldn't make me be a stupid laborer.  God, my feet hurt from walking on
this rough ground, do yours hurt?"
       "I guess they got used to it," I said.
       "And now they're going to make me work in these slave camps.  Look
at me.  I haven't had a day of hard labor in my life, how am I going to
survive this?"
       "You'll be fine," I said.  "You look like you already lost a good
five pounds from when I first met you."
       "Oh my God, are you serious?" he asked, looking at himself.  "No, I
can't do that.  If I lose this weight, what's keeping them from not
thinking I'm attractive enough to be someone's sex slave?  I need to be
ugly, it's my only hope.  Maybe I should find something sharp and cut my
face up, so I'm all scarred and ugly.  Who am I kidding, I'd never have the
guts to do something like that."
       "You're going to be fine, Randy."
       "I should have never gone to Mexico for spring break.  Why did I go
to Mexico for spring break?  I'm twenty-six!  Sure, it was the first time
in my life I was operating off my own coin instead of my mom's, and I
figured, since I never got to do the spring break college crap, I'd go at
age twenty-six.  I thought I'd for sure get laid.  Nope, turns out there
are zero fat comic-book nerds in Cancun.  Turns out the women only sleep
with the hot guys there.  And what price do I pay for making a total ass
out of myself hitting on sixty-one girls?  And yes, I counted.  Sixty-one
big fat `nos.' I got the lovely experience of being kidnapped drunk off a
back alley street and taken here.  I am a total loser, and I've got a new
"L" brand on my fat ass to prove it."
         We walked over a hill, and looked into what I realized was a large
abscess in the ground surrounded by slaves.  At first I thought it was
another dump, and then I realized the opposite was taking place.
       "Oh my God, if Earth had an asshole, this would be it," Randy said,
dumfounded.  "What is that thing?"
       "I believe it's called an open pit mine."
       "Like a strip mine?"
       "Sort of, yes."
       "You mean, we're expected to be laborers in a strip mine?  Without
even a stitch of clothes or even helmets?"
       "It's barbaric," I said as we kept on walking in.  Slaves were
digging into the center of the mine with picks and shovels.  Water was
being carted down to them from barrels at the surface, and they seemed to
be using the water to soften the dirt.  Everyone was absolutely covered in
mud there.
       "Excuse me, what exactly are they mining for?" I asked the first
slave we passed, so covered in mud I couldn't tell his skin tone.
       "Gold, of course," he said.
       "What else would a group of folks stuck in the 19th century be
excavating?" I asked.
       "Ah, here's the fresh meat now," Valance said, appearing on his
muddy horse.  Valance looked at Randy.  "Or, in your case, fresh lard."
       He dismounted and led us down the path around the perimeter of the
mine which descended steeply.  So this was why he always seemed to be so
muddy after his long days of work.
       "I always stick the new ones straight in the center of the mine.
Half of `em don't last the first week.  You think you boys have what it
takes?  Well, be my guest and show me."
       He shoved us towards a four foot ledge, beyond which was the lowest
part of the mine.
       "Jump in, boys."
       I realized he meant that literally, and I leapt off the four foot
wall into the soft mud below.
       "You too, fat boy."  It was so annoying to me how these vampires
would taunt Randy because of his weight, and the most infuriating part of
it all was, these people weren't the least bit original or clever with
their names.
       "Uh, can't I just take that ramp down over there?" asked Randy,
pointing to a wooden plank being used as a ramp down from the level I had
just jumped down from to the one I was on now.  "Isn't that what it's there
for?"
       "That's for folks that have been working here more than five
seconds," Valance said.  "Now, get the fuck down there."  He used his
strong body to ram poor Randy off the edge of the wall, who ended up
landing in the mud on his back.
       "Are you okay?" I asked, helping him up.
       "I'm naked in a freezing winter day in a strip mine someplace I have
no idea where being forced to dig up gold.  No, I'm not okay."
       I noticed that he seemed fine physically, and left it at that.
       Valance jumped from the four foot ledge as well and easily landed on
his feet.  I saw him reach down and give Randy a furious shake.  "I see
anyone lying around like you are, I come down here and drown `em in the
mud.  Is that what you want, fat man?"
       "No, master, no," Randy said, getting to his feet.  "I'll work,
please don't kill me."
       "You better fuckin' work," Valance said, and only when he managed to
absolutely terrify Randy almost to tears did he jump up on the four foot
wall and make his way up again.
       A strong-looking white woman who looked in her thirties came up to
us and handed us shovels.  "Name's Montana.  We're digging for gold pebbles
here.  Maybe one in a two hundred pebbles are gold there, so we're digging
up all the pebbles we can, and putting them in those trays there, where the
other folks will clean them off and pick out the gold.  You two can start
right where ya are.  The rest of us will move back."
       There were about fifteen other slaves there with shovels as well,
digging into the mud and pulling out rocks and pebbles.  Both Randy and I
started to dig.
       About an hour later, my shovel hit something hard, and it was larger
than any of the small rocks I had yet to dig up.  I tried to get my shovel
blade around it and pull it out, but I was unable to.  So I dropped the
shovel, lowered to my knees, and started to stick my hands into the mud,
grabbing hold of the object.
       "Randy, help me out with this," I said.
       Randy came over, reached his hands into the mud as well, and
together we were able to pull the object up.  I wiped the mud off the
thing, and underneath, white came through.  "This is a bone," I said.
       "A human foot bone," said Montana, who stopped digging herself to
come look.
       Randy screamed, jumping back from the bone, and I dropped it as
well, startled.
       "Oh my God, oh my God, I can't believe I just touched a human bone!"
Randy was saying, clearly going off the deep end.
       One of the other digger slaves came over.  "That looks like Lisa,"
he said.
       "No, it's Sue," said another.
       "The foot's way too big to be a woman, guys," said Montana.
       "It's Juan."
       "No, that's Hong."
       "Hong was thrown in here just two days ago, idiot," Montana said.
"It's obviously Bill."
       "Please, I can't go on like this, I can't dig anymore," Randy said.
"Not after seeing that."
       "Oh, don't worry," Montana said.  "We dig up those bodies all the
time.  There must be a hundred we come across.  You just need to learn to
ignore them."
       "Ignore them?  I just put my hands on some skeleton's foot!  How the
fuck am I supposed to ignore that?!"
       "Why are there so many bodies in here?" I asked.
       "Because Valance is too lazy to dispose of the bodies back at the
pens.  If anyone here shows any sign of weakness or if they piss him off,
he'll kill them and throw them down there."  She looked at Randy.  "You'd
better stop crying right now before he sees you," she said.  "Otherwise,
you'll be the next one we'll be hitting with our shovels."
       "Randy, please, you have to be strong," I said, helping the guy back
to his feet.
       "Okay, Jake.  I'll try."  He wiped his tears away.


       JANUARY 29th


       After another night spent chained shivering to the cot on Lucky's
roof, getting pounded frequently, I had another morning spent sucking off
all the vampires I so hated at breakfast.  It had been decided by Lucky
that I would permanently have my day split up by two of the vampires, as
long as I always came back at midday for Lucky's lunchtime screw.  That
day, I was to start out in Dunson's produce farms before moving to Wade's
chicken farm in the afternoon.
       After I had my morning slop, which wasn't getting any easier to
stomach, Dunson started to herd us slaves together with his horse.
       "Wait, Dunson, take this one with ya too," said Clanton as he pulled
a woman from one of the pens and pushed her close to me.  "She'll be
assigned to your unit from here on out."
       "You do anything to fuck up yer job out there, new girl, and it will
be my unit you'll be assigned to pleasure, and my teeth too, understand
me?" asked Dunson as he herded us off away from the pens.
       "Yes, master."
       Only when Dunson left the area and I got closer in the crowd to this
new slave did I recognize her face.  "Phong, wasn't it?" I asked.
       "Yes," she said.  "Jake?"
       "That's right.  I thought they put you in the kitchens after they
told you they had no need for an attorney?"
       "They did.  But I dropped a teacup when I was washing dishes and
broke it, and the evil man in charge of the kitchens demoted me down to
slave labor.  The truth is, I'm terribly, terribly clumsy.  That's why I
made sure to get a good education, because I knew I was never fit to do
anything with my hands."
       I suddenly became terribly worried about her.  If Dunson or the
others caught wind of her weakness, they would kill her.  "I've been to
Dunson's farms before," I said.  "I'll show you how to do the jobs, and it
shouldn't be too hard to get you some responsibility where clumsiness isn't
much of an issue."
       "Thanks for being so kind, Jake."

       *****

       "Sounds good, Polly.  You'd better get going."
       She pulled Patches by the reins back into the trees.  "Good luck
tomorrow."
       I nodded and got back to the radishes I was picking with Phong.
       Before long, Dunson came and found me, gave me lunch, and then sent
me jogging back to the pens to meet Lucky in his tower.  After Lucky made
me pleasure him everyway I could in bed, I was walking on my own over to
Wade's chicken farm.
       As I walked through the chicken pen in order to get to Wade to
report for duty, I passed a man who looked around fifty that seemed like he
could have been of Thai ethnicity.  I nodded hello.
       "Are you Kuzman's husband?" I asked.
       The Thai man smiled.  "Indeed," he said in a Thai accent.  "Is he
alright?"
       "He's fine, yes," I said.  "He still is in the oil wells.  He's
worried about your safety, and sends his love."
       I saw the man's eyes go moist with tears for a moment, and then
return to normal.  "If you see him again, please tell him I'm alright.
Tell him I'm waiting for him."
       "Of course.  I'm Jake."
       "Lek," the man said.  "If there's anything I can help you with here,
let me know."
       "Stop that jibber jabber and get over here!"
       I turned to see Wade on his horse, cutting through the chickens as
he approached.
       "Yes, master," I said, walking towards him, and Lek disappeared into
the crowd of slaves.
       "I got birds need butchering, and I remembered how much ya loved the
job last time you were here.  Come with me and let's get to work."
       Wade took me into the butcher barn and made me relive what Lucky had
made me do as he shooed one of the slaughterers away and had me grab their
machete.  He grabbed a chicken and leaned down in order to stretch its neck
on the killing block.
       "Alright, chop it off," he commanded, and looking down at his neck,
I thought briefly about how easy it would be for me to chop off his own
head in the prone position he was in.
       It was much harder to make my arm drop that machete than it had been
with Lucky forcing me to do it, and I really had to force my shaking hand
to follow through.  The blade landed on the wood, separating a bird from
its head.
       "Lucky had ya draining the birds of blood, but that's the part I
like best, so ya can just keep hold of that machete," Wade said, and I
thought at first that would be a good thing until he poured the blood all
over my naked body, almost causing me to faint before I told myself that
any weakness I showed to Wade could end up in slaves being killed, perhaps
Lek himself.
       I forced my head to clear, shaking it back and forth until the
blackness faded from my vision.
       "Oh yeah, you look so fuckin' hot in this blood," he cooed, looking
down at my naked body.  "I know I can't fuck ya, but as long as yer workin'
on my farm, yer gonna learn how to pleasure me while we work."
       He pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and I could see he was rock
hard.  I couldn't ever even fathom finding a way to get hard in these grim
surroundings, even if my life depended on it.
       Wade grabbed another chicken, bent forward again to stretch its neck
on the board while I chopped it off.  Then Wade stood up, tossed the head
into the bucket, and pushed me down to my knees.
       "Better get to suckin,' slave," he said to me
       I started to put my lips around his unit as he moaned happily.  And
then he poured the blood from the chicken carcass all over the top of my
head, looking down to me as I blew him, the blood running all over my face.
       "Oh yeah, so hot, so hot," he moaned, his fangs popping out.
       And I was unfortunately introduced to one of Wade's disgusting
fetishes: having his slaves so covered in chicken blood that he couldn't
even see them anymore.
       It took nine more bird kills and nine more loads of blood poured
over my body as I sucked him before he came.