Evil Is a Man

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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.