I expected the loot to be under heavy rocks in the cave –a long way back in some hidden recess of the cave. Actually the whole stash was in the woman’s side of the public restroom which was just to the left of the entrance gate. It was labeled ‘Gents’ and ‘Gals’ and inside the smelly place (and it was a stink-a-rama). The cause was that first no electric lights had been on in the toilet since 1968 and so what was done in there was accomplished with a flashlight or no light at all. Also there had been a sewer pipe but it had probably ceased functioning when the lights quit working. The sewer drainage was quite natural and rather stagnant. So what was emitted into toilets had to stay in place until evaporation worked it’s less than magic effect.
The toilets were like little holes that one walked down to, they lined each room that the victims entered. Maybe with overhead lights it may have been exotic or halfway normal. But the wooden things one sat on looked like Boy Scout latrines. I would rather have found a nice tree. I think for years there had been no gate to keep people out of the restrooms so people from the roadway had wandered in, now everything was gated. I sent for more people from my place in Orlando to clean up the park.
I found that recently trained slaves were much more devoted to their work, after a while the training and lessons shown during examples in training wore off. It was the way new converts to a strange religion act when they first are convinced that they have seen the real truth, but after time the recollection needs to be refreshed. I had a slave training system set up in Maitland and it made slaves think they had joined a new religion. At first they learned to worship Rex Lumbar the God. I’ll have to admit it’s a strange name for a God. My parents were drunk when they named me Rex, very smashed and totally inebriated. We didn’t have any relatives named that, but maybe they had a dog with that name. Cindy had read lots of books about slave control and she convinced me that it took intensive training to make people give up all freedom and human ties to obey as religious worshipers a god like Rex Lumbar. The team of workers who came to the caverns to carry my money and gold were the new graduates of the God School. It is amazing how little was said as the task moved forward. The loot was put in brown bags and as money was rescued from under and around the latrines the slaves carried on as if performing a sacred sacrament. It almost made me chuckle how, since I was visually present at the uncovering and loading of the treasure at the latrines. I had extra porta-potties at the caves for all natural functions, I didn’t want urine splashing on my gold. At least not any longer.
It was while I was taking out all the treasure from the restroom caves, and numerous places, because it must have been a tradition to hide loot in the caves, that Sandra, one of Bill Jr’s former wives, mentioned a possible theme for the Ocala caverns — ‘Pirates’. Land thieves and sea stealers are about the same, both take money not theirs.
Of course I was maybe the biggest pirate of all the Blackbeard’s, but I guess I could be called more accurately a freebooter, because I got all my loot and treasures as an independent agent of the State of Florida. I got this gang girl Janet as my slave and she got special privileges from me for telling me where all the loot was buried (in the shit-house) in Ocala Caverns. The final name was for the caves reborn was: The Pirate Caves of Rex.
My first opportunity was with a dollar store chain called Buck General, and this guy named Ferdino who owned that enterprise took a chance on me, and let me take over his empire. He quickly retired to a variety of foreign beaches. When I got the loot from the cave I wanted to simplify that obligation and it was not easy to bring him out because I had tripled the value of Buck General and first he wanted to buy me out, it would cost much more than the whole thing was worth when I got it. He was living in Brazil when I got hold of him. Lawyers are really wonderful when they go where ever you tell them and if you own them they do exactly as told. My lawyer was Baxter, he was a little man who was one of those caught with Bill Jr. at the caves.
Baxter Teitter was a banker and a lawyer, or a lawyer that owned a bank. He owned the Sunshine Bank in Ocala. He was older than me, but had much younger wives. His wives were educated and stylish.
It was Sandra, Bill Jr’s former wife who showed me the former Baxter property at Lake Weir and it was Sandra who explained the new situation to Baxter’s five wives. We all sat in a big Florida Room that overlooked the lake as she explained the new situation. Sandra was pretty, but Baxter’s x’s were beauty queens. I was almost strangled in lust by just being there with them. I had partaken that day so much before that I was able to be sociable a little before getting down to business with them.
During a question and answer session Sandra had with me and the former 5 wives I learned more than the wives did. One wife Gigi said, “I grew up in New Smyrna Beach Florida where my father drove a Sun tram Volusia County Bus. I went to Seabreeze High School and won an academic scholarship to go to the University of Florida in Gainesville. The scholarship only paid tuition so I signed up for a Sunshine Indenture in the banking business so I could go to college. I figured that banking was a nice clean civilized job where I could work and maybe prosper, after I was an educated woman.
I got in the mail, at my parents house, a check for 5 thousand dollars, ‘for spending money’ and a note that said, ‘Gigi go to Volusia Fashions on Beach Street and pick up and choose new clothes for school in Gainesville’ The note was signed ‘Baxter Teither’. There was also a bus ticket to Gainesville Florida.
Sunshine Bank had its own dorm house for women on University Avenue called Charlotte’s’. When the city bus got to the dorm I struggled the 2 bags to the sidewalk and 2 boys rushed out and took my bags inside. “I’m Rodger the dorm manager.” A tall boy who was probably 20 said inside. He led me and the two boy carriers toward the elevator. As we waited for the elevator he said, “Your indenture supervisor is waiting to meet you in your room. You have a private room Gigi, so you must be very special. We only have 5 special rooms.”
When I got upstairs Mr. Tiether was sitting on my bed, there were chairs, but he sat on the bed. My room was bigger than our whole house where I had lived in Volusia county. I saw the 2 boys put down my bags and the door closed behind me as the dorm manager closed it.
“Did you read your indenture Gigi?” Mr. Teitler said.
“Yes sir,” I said.
“Good, and was there any part of it that I could clarify or expand about?”
“No sir, I think it’s really clear. I need to attend all my classes, unless sick, and maintain a ‘B’ or better grade point average in my banking technology classes and math.”
“Do you remember about personal service?”
“It, the contract, said, ‘From time to time executives of the company may require extra services from the indentured’ My father said there were also words like that in his indenture with the Volusia County Bus Company.”
“Did you have a social life on New Smyrna Gigi?”
“Sure I was selected homecoming queen at Seabreeze High.”
“But your scholarship papers show you mostly stayed at home and studied.”
“Yes I’m serious about being a great student.”
“Look Gigi you’ve had a bus trip so you shower and freshen up and wear your new black dress, earings and heels and I’ll take you out to the best Hog Town Restaurant.”
“Where in the bathroom sir?”
He pushed a lever on the wall and a wide door opened up. The bathroom was bigger than my room at home. The lights came on when the door opened, “Would you rather have male or female attendants in your room Gigi — both kinds are available?”
“Female sir”, I said and he pushed a gold button that must have been a speaker and said, “Send up girl slaves.”
We just stood there, very awkward, and then he touched the button again and said, “Whats the holdup with the slave girls?”
The male voice came back, “Master the ones you chose were not all ready, but they will be up in less than five minutes. I’m so very sorry for the delay. The male team was ready.”
“Do other girls,” I asked “really have boys in their rooms to help them?”
“You are the only girl, of the 40 at school here now, that qualifies for a bg room and room attendants.”
“Why am I different?”
“Purity, your doctor says you’re a virgin and you meet the physical qualifications, the same ones that got you your title of homecoming queen. You also were asked to compete in the Miss New Smyrna contest.”
“My father didn’t want me to do that. They had to wear very little bathing suits.”
“Yes, and you obeyed him.”
Just then there was a knock at the door and Baxter said, “Come in.” He said plenty to me about Gainesville and the Gator football team, and one thing he said was, “Call me Baxter, you’re going to see a lot of me from now on.”
Three girls wearing one piece green dresses and silver slave collars with no shoes ran in and Rodger the dorm manager said, “Here they finally are master.” the girls stood in front of us and Rodger closed the bedroom door behind him.
Baxter just sat in a comfortable chair away from the bathroom and the three girls quickly and without talk took off my clothes and brought out the black outfit that Baxter had mentioned, so I knew there was nothing like a private conservation in the house. Although he was looking away while I was prepared for going out, I realized there was no privacy from Baxter anyplace. He was not watching me dress, but he was comfortable being there, and would see me naked if he wanted to do that thing.
I had seen slavery around where I lived all my life. They had seemed to be part of life at the beach. Tourists went around with a boy or girl on a leash. Families had bodyguard slaves and drivers, but the girl slaves who washed and dressed me were different — they were scared and shaking afraid of me and deathly scared of Baxter.
I was 17 (barely) and the slave girls were maybe 19 or 20. They wore no bras or underwear, just the bright green one piece pushovers. They also had no tattoos on their bodies or piercings or brands that I saw. They put a net over my hair, but their hair got wet along with their dresses. They must have practiced speed dressing because I was washed and dressed in heels in 15 minutes.
Baxter began talking about himself as soon as we got out of the house. He’s a lawyer and runs a bank and has 4 wives, at the moment, and claims to be 40 years old. well one thing I do well is guess ages and I think he’s closer to 60 than even 50. He’s an old man, but he is scary because I saw the 3 slaves girls in my room. they are all very pretty and he has probably fucked them and maybe whipped them. Their legs had marks on them, probably strap marks. There are different sizes of straps hanging in my room, maybe as room decorations. Maybe the way a monster would furnish his room.
Going out to the car Baxter touched me on my arms and getting in the car put his hand on my rear. I said nothing because maybe his bringing up my indenture and the ‘extra services’ thing meant a little touching. My father would be horrified, if he knew, but maybe just a pat on the butt was part of having an extra-large room and 3 slave girls
We did go to a fancy restaurant called the Gator Stomp. It was quite a trip out to Micanopy and it’s South of Gainesville. I think on that first trip we didn’t go the direct way straight to the restaurant, but he wanted to ride with me quite a bit and then arrive. All the guests at the restaurant were very friendly with Baxter and with each other. They were all very rich and each old gentleman had one to three women with him. Most of the women were about as old as the men, about 60 plus, but some wives were about my age. Baxter ate with Dennis Castro and his wife Sandy.
It seems that the restaurant is also a shooting club and the men go out back to shoot while the women are left to their own devices. At first when we were alone Sandy said, “I’m so glad Baxter has a new love interest. Did he tell you his youngest wife died in a car accident, tragic!”
“Yes,” I said but knew nothing about it.
“Louise was her name, and she came here with him. I think she had 3 babies for him. She had been a scholarship girl like you. Well he does pick pretty ones.”
“Did he tell you what Gator Stomp really is?”
“Well it proves how powerful he is. You noticed how he was the center of attention when he came in and everyone wanted to meet you Gigi Morgan, freshman at the University of Florida?”
“Sure everything else was suspended. Maybe he comes here so seldom?”
“No these are lawyers and business managers and professors from Gainesville and Lake City and they are all indentured to him for life. We all are his chattel slaves. He calls us here to humble us. for years he’s fucked me and Dennis has been screwed to. Sometimes he does sexual things in public and other times he uses a room over by the shooting range.
Often one of his male assistants will call us, but this time he was excited about you and called me himself and asked me to explain your situation to you.”
“What is my situation?”
“You have been chosen to be his replacement wife, the one who will take the place of Louise. He lives in Ocala in a big mansion in the Woodfields Area, but mostly he stays at another huge place at Lake Weir — that’s about 30 miles from his Ocala place. It’s at Lake Weir where he keeps about 50 of his children. Those are the legitimate children, he has hundreds more from slaves and concubines. I’m family because for sure 2 of my children are his, not my husbands. He took me places with him 15 years ago.
Look Gigi do what he says, he doesn”t do well with opposition. He likes long romantic intervals with future wives, before he marries them. He will probably give you an engagement ring to wear tonight. God, be always faithful to him — don’t let him think you are slipping around with a boy.
You may even get to graduate before he marries you.
Oh I don’t know, if he takes stuff to keep him hard, but he fucks like a bunny, and you need to expect to see him screw lots of people where you live. All the girls are indentured, and probably none of them meet his high standards. So expect to see him climbing on girls every time he’s in your dorm. Just go to class, smile at him and be affectionate. He’ll test you out then marry you. You really have no chance to marry anyone else dear.”
Sure enough he gave me a big diamond engagement ring that night. Back at the dorm he introduced me to Betty Light from Lake City, who was a 2nd semester freshman and then he kissed me goodnight and I thought left the building, but later I found he had told Betty to take me down to supper ( I had already had plenty at the gator place), but Betty introduced me as ‘The new favorite of Mr. Teither’ Betty sat with me at a table apart from the others and explained to me that mine was the favorite table. there also was a freshman table, a sophomore table and junior and a probation table. I asked Betty “Why no senior table?”
“Oh you would have to be an ugly, unappealing creature to be a senior and not be even pregnant.” I noticed there was no pregnant table in the lunchroom, but I saw several girls around in the halls that seemed expecting.
From the first day of classes I had a bodyguard he was Rodger the dorm manager. He came to my room on Monday morning wearing a green shirt and pants and a silver slave collar. He said, “Mistress Gigi, the master has decided to make me you body slave. I have been altered and am no longer of the male gender. So Master Baxter said to follow you everywhere, even into the girls bathrooms and he said, ‘Even wipe her ass if she wants.’
So Rodger was demoted and another guy, also neutered took over at the dorm entrance desk. Rodger slept outside my bedroom door on the floor all night, every night.
In high school I was probably known for how I looked, everyone wanted to tell me about my movie star looks, but then in college I still looked the same, but people noticed my slave Rodger and my diamond ring (it was, ‘How many carats dear?’) Rodger was very good-looking in contrast to Baxter. Baxter was into me so much as his romantic date. He took me out on dates to almost every U.F. event. After a few weeks of that I protested that I had no time to study for my courses, before that I was too afraid to speak. He listened, considered, and from then on dated me only on weekends.
At first I thought he would just come up to my room one night, and would have me, but that never happened. It was not that he didn’t visit girls at night. The freshman table in our dining hall became almost all pregnant, or thinking they might be. The main purpose of the dorm manager, who was neutered, was to keep away stray boys. “All the women here”, I’ve heard him say, “are indentured and spoken for.” The gossip was those boys who persisted were hunted down and assaulted. Baxter had beautiful girls at his dorm, and he was not one to share. Betty who I allowed to eat with me at the ‘favorite’ table told me all the gossip, and it was not a flowers and roses story. Baxter was a gentleman with me, but whips and chains were more of his implements of control. According to Betty several girls had been chained in their rooms for a week because a boy kept coming to the dorm, or called the dorm often.
Our dates were often at the Gator Stamp Restarent and Shooting Range and Louise and Dennis were always there and her ideas of Baxters domination became more and more apparent there. Baxter called the place at Micanopy The Club, and he would tell me out there, “This is ‘youngest wife night’ but I would just smile and want to say, ‘So why don’t you take your youngest wife?’ But I would just smile and squeeze his hand.
We went to the club to eat Saturday and Sunday nights unless there was a school event Baxter would rather go to, and Sandy and Dennis Castro always came because they ate with Baxter and I. I think my presence made Baxter more modest, and there were no sex acts in front of me, but even Dennis would sometimes crawl up to Baxter and kiss his shoes and lick them. then Baxter would bend down and pat him on his head and say, “You can take youor seat now old friend.” After that they would eat their meal and talk like nothing had happened. The world of slavery was full of suprises for me.
One Monday I got a message in my first class, cultural afairs, from a messanger and it said: “Jigi, I am Dean Kellogg of the University College and Baxter wanted me to talk to you every month, or as often as you need. I hope you can come at 2 PM today. Of course bring your body guard in my office with you.
PS I met you at the restaurant at Micanaopy but you probably don’t remember me, but I was with a redheaded wife that Baxter took to his room. Call my secretary if you can’t come please.
He was right I remembered the redhead wife and Baxter came out of the room happy and smilng but the woman probably no more than 20 years old was crying and about half dressed. Her dress had to be buttoned at the back and it looked like Baxter had torn off most of the buttons. I think a waiter brought safety pins and her husband pulled the back together and pinned it up.
Sandy talked all the time Baxter was not at the table and she talked when her husband was not out shooting with Baxter, but Baxter was in the special room having sex wth a wife or girlfriend of another guest. At first I just didn’t talk when Dennis was sitting there and then Sandy said, “I’m sorry Jigi, but my relationship with Dennis is almost like yours with Rodger the once dorm manager. Most times Rodger stood somewhere away from the table in the room where we ate.”
“Well he’s a body slave and neutered.” I said.
“That’s the difference, Dennis is intact, but I was Baxter’s concubine, traveling concubine until he got tired of me as a steady diet — I was getting older so he let me pick among several of the indentured and I chose Dennis.”
I really had no idea what Dean Kellogg was when I went to his office. After we shook hands and I sat down across from hlm he said, “Jigi, I asked that you bring your bodyguard Rodger because it involved what Dennis told me to do. Could you tell me what he does for you? I wouldn’t ask at all but Denns has specifed I should see and observe him.”
“Well Rodger was the dorm manager for Dennis, until I arrivied,” I looked over where Rodger was standing with his head bowed by the door, “Then the first day of school this term Baxter decided to make him my body slave.”
“Baxter said to me Jigi, ‘Have them tell you what Rodger does for her, because I’m deciding if maybe I’ll let you take Rodgers place or if you can serve her better by remaining dean of the University College?’ That’s exactly what he said.”
“He said ‘Them’ he wants Rodger to talk?” The Dean said,”
“Well Rodger usually doesn’t talk. In my rooms at home I have 3 service girls who wash and dress me. Rodger is neutered so he manages the girls so they are doing their tasks well.
Two of them wash and dress him while I eat breakfast that my cook prepares. Or I eat with the other girls and he goes down with me. Oh he sleeps on the floor outside my bedroom door.
He goes to class with me and sits on his knees. I attach a leash to his collar, because that s the style for male slaves, or sort of male slaves like Rodger. Dennis calls him ‘A run and fetch animal’.
Dennis called him that to me also, I’m scared to death of, well this might happen.”
“Yes I’m accustomed to him now, and think of him like I do the wash girls. I use him to do everything for me. Rodger is so afraid of Dennis because Dennis makes threats about how, “Demotion below being a body slave is to dog food.” Dennis will say to Rodger, “Run fast for Gigi Rodger because Lassie is hungry.” What he means is that Lassie is the dog at Lake Weir, that is the night guard dog, and he is threatening to make Rodger into food. Rodger asks me to strap him before Dennis comes over so I can report that I’m keeping the body slave slobbering and well lashed. I often give him licks.”
“Does Rodger go in the bathroom with you?”
“Yes, Dennis says attacks occur in bathrooms and so the body slave goes there with me. I asked Dennis, ‘What should he do if he goes there?’ Dennis replied, ‘Wash your hands for you, wipe your ass if you shit, comb your hair, fuck I don’t want you to do anything baby. You own him and I want him used or I’ll get you another neutered boy and the current one will become a shovel jockey at my Reddick Farm.’
“So just tell me what you want me to do Jigi?
“I came here because you wrote the note. I am happy with my classes and school.”
“Oh please, please I thnk I must do things for you. I checked on you because he was so serious with me. I know you do very well in your five classes. He was very clear he wants me to do things to help you or else! PLEASE let me do things for you. An academic dean at U.F. is about as powerful as god here and you own me. Literally I know you have 5 slaves in your room, 3 young women who clean you and clean your apartment and dress you, a cook who is older and fixes breakfast, and a neutered young male slave. I have been threatened with being reduced to your run and fetch body slave. For me that would probably mean casteration and extreme slave training. I’ve seen things much like that at the Shooting Club. Actually a few men he just took out and shot. I haven’t slept since he explained that, ‘What you need to do Dean is please Jigi. Let your teachers and staff know that she is your most important student. If she’s unhappy wth anything I’ll cut your balls off and make you a body slave.’
See Jigi he’s like that and I’ve got to serve you. Now how do you like your culture affairs teacher? It’s Doctor Betty Anders? How will you correct Betty Ander?”
I was thinking, and so there was a gap in our talking, so he added “Any way at all, just give me an instrucation.”
“Well with my slave boy Rodger I use a 12 inch strap.”
“Thats what I’ll use as needed by you, tell me when and how many licks. Think hard Jigi, do you like the seat you have in the lecture hall? I hope you have suggestions about how she could improve her lectures?”
“Well OK, it might be bretter if she stuck to the course sylbus in her lectures and didn’t let student questions lead her to other topics. Yes she should take questions the last 10 or 15 minutes of class, and use every bit of class time. Is that what you want?”
“Yes exactly, if all of ths isn’t corrected at once I will punish her. Did you know that instructors are slaves of the University College?”
“No, I figured that they had indentures. How are they punished? How will you correct Betty Anders?”
“Any way you desire!”
“Well I think that the 12 inch strap is very effective.”
Of course thats what I’ll use, you can even tell me the number of hard hits.”
“Have you punished her before?”
“Well not for professional reasons, but sexual. when she was new here she prefered a female math teacher to me. I had her branded on the left rump.”
“What does the brand say? Or is it a sign or mark?”
“No it’s the word KELLOG. I hear she tells her female lovers that its the name of her favorite cereal and she’s had the brand for years.”
“Did she have sex with you after the brandng?”
“Well of course, but it was alot like rape. Are there any other teachers that you want to improve?”
“Mr Faraway in Freshman English we read selections in our text, but the comments he makes are too general and not specfic or on point. He reads student essays too quickly.”
“He probably has several graduate students who read the papers. Do you want him to read yours?”
“Yes he should read all my essays, but just pick 20 students out of the 120 for him to read each time and punish him if he misses anything important that I write. Don’t point me out to him.”
“Yes of course I will,” He said and did a wonderful job with both teachers. In fact before the semester was over all my teachers had reformed how they taught, and maybe were refreshed in how they thought. The biggest change came with Kellog. He turned his whole office staff over to me. At one time I figured at least one of my teachers had figured out that I was the student who got her ten licks, so I had the Dean call in another student Samatha Moss, and have confrences with her most every day, well that shifted the blame to that innocent girl. Then when bad things happened to Samatha I gave the teachers vicious punishments: brands and toe operations.
Kellog wrote detaled reports to Baxter explaining each of my suggestions and how he made corrections. In my 1st sophmore semester one professor of humanities gave me a ‘D’ on one of my essays. She was a harsh bitch named Gertrude Smatter, not even a pretty woman. I had her whipped, but I got a 2nd bad grade. Many other students complained about low grades. I had a video recording made of Smatter being branded on the ass with a big ‘B’. Of course the low grades were fixed, but because she had offended me twice I also branded Kellog with the same ‘B’. Of course I didn’t look at his ass, but Baxter did, and said it was inflamed and two inches tall. I got much better work from the Dean after his branding.
I had no real friends on campus so I used three assistant deans wives as my buddies. But Kellog liked the idea and I also ordered both assistant deans to fuck the humanities teacher and that improved her teaching 100%.
My idea was that Baxter would tire of the date and romance, the flowers and trips to Micanopy would end. It seemed to intensify.
Sandy had been one of his favorite girls who traveled with him, but he had been very sexual with her from the first day. also with new girls who came in my dorm each semester and many were very pretty, none sat at my special tabled for meals and he visted their rooms for sex within a few days.
Betty Light who I ate some meals with my first year at school, was gone from school all of a sudden during my 2nd year Baxter at Christmas sent the dorm manager with her up to my room with a note: ‘Dearest Gigi, Your getting a diamond bracelet for Christmas, but here is a newly trained slave Betty, who produced a baby from a boy in her astromony class. the boy is now looking at the stars from a farm where he is serving his slavery.
Betty had 15 weeks of toilet and floor cleaning training, but would probably like being talked to again on her knees by you. It would be a shame to waste 2 years of college on just a scrub slave. You can think of ways to use her.
Love & Kisses
Baxter Trether surrendered to the officers at the Ocala Caverens because he believed he and his lawyers would get him out soon. He also had lots of influence if he came in contact with any of those he controled, but I didn’t even know him and he was tied up at once, then chained down.
When I first visited with him I had already been to his home on Lake Weir and met his wives. He was in a bare room, on the floor naked with his arms outstretched in a yoke which was also attached to his neck.
“I’m Rex Lumber, and you have probably heard about me Baxter. I own the caves where you trespassed with guns. Your a lawyer and so you know the local judge, County Court Judge Fondman of Marion County, well he signed an order making you and your friends slaves for life.”
“This is all illegal! I’m a person with money enough to protect myself from crazy things like this! I’m big here!” He was shouting and I leaned against the wall and said, “You have a very little penis slave man.”
“You wouldn’t say things like that Rex if I had my hands free!”
“Let’s not get so upset. Has it been two weeks since your capture?”
“I think alot longer.”
“Of course it seems like, a long time for you in your condition. You lived in a sort of paradise with all your University of Florida girls and the place at Lake Weir. I’m not trying to stir you up, but you know how to pick women Baxter. Jigi your youngest ex wife is probably one of the most beautiful women in America. You also have the most submissive wives I have ever met and they are all talkers, they tell me everything.
Well of course, and you must have guessed, I am a very busy man Baxter. I own you and all the stuff you once owned so that is plenty to keep one hopping, before I came here I owned several other enterprises. So I don’t waste much time.
What I wanted to say to you Baxter is that your getting too old to be utalized in most usual slave functions, but you did well for yourself as a lawyer, and I could use a good lawyer. You could probably lead a good life being an attorney for me. Of course you will have to have a bit of slave training first, just enough to make sure you know who owns your skin.
Oh, I’ve been to your shooting club, and you have a nice bunch there.”
“How did you find out about all of that?”
“Well thats all in the past for you, but you have a rather comfortable established social and economic network. If you must know Jigi is well educated and Sandy knows everything even your secret bank accounts. Jigi took me on a tour of the dorm at the college I plan to spend some quality time up there.”
“I never thought about being a lawyer again.”
“You’ll have an office and only one client. I know you had a diverse sex life, but now (after suitable training) you will have an office where you will live. I have a boy who will supervise you, one who was trained as a manager of a Buck General store in Orlando, he will keep you on task. If you work well and bring me a good cash flow, then you will be allowed women. Oh the girls at Lake Weir want to know if you used drugs to keep hard, or if you got injections from Dr. Burnham? I just told them I would find out.”
“Good, now you get a question, fair is fair, to some little extent with ones slave man.”
“What happened to Bill Jr. and the other guys you caught? You know we were just curious about maybe investing in nearby land, and we were wanting to know what you were doing.”
“The guys we caught were not at all like the shootiong club bunch and some of them are in other rooms here at the bank still signing documents and deeds over to me. I’ve had plenty of sucess threating toes.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well of course I want everything they have, and all that they know and to get all that, I can probably think of purposes to use them, but they aren’t lawyers. I don’t care if they limp around.”
“Your cutting off their toes?”
“Well Sandy from your shooting club at Micanopy told me you took out two 19 year old men and used them for targets, said ‘Shoot off their balls’.’”
“That was about some indiscresions with my women. Nothing about money or property.”
“Well money and property are iomportant to me, and you should understand that as my lawyer. You do want the job don’t you? Of course under the terms I’ve outlined?”
“As a slave of yours who lives at the office and is under threat of losing toes?”
“Yes, and if you make me gobs of money and acquire property for me you can get rewards –in mostly women.”
“I want the job, so what about Bill Jr.? He has no big property to cut off his toes about?”
“Oh he’s part of the Ocala Caves Tourist Attraction Inc. He’s got a great booming voice so I may let hiom be the over the air anouncer during bnusiness hours. right now he’s involved in some slave training, why were you thinking of some use for him as my lawyer?”
“No, he was just a friend. My wives and his were very friendly.”
“His wife Sandra, Bill Jr.’s, was very helpful to me and really wonderful in bed. I think she was the force behind bill Jr. that was pushing him to be rich like you. Sandra has worderful ideas about the Ocala Caverens. I may let her be a manager over there, maybe of the hotel we’re building.
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