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 Author's Note: This grew out of an idle daydream one day when I was working
on the family farm.  If TEOTWAWKI came, where would I get my fair share of
wimmin?  They would come to me, of course.  All I would have to do was
convince the men they were with to let me have them.....

   People ask us why we stay with Johnny, seeing as how slavery is wrong
and it's not as if he guards us or anything.  We all just laugh at that
talk.  Of course he doesn't guard us; he's too old for that anymore. 
Instead, we guard him.

   Johnny calls us his Janissary Corps.  At least, that's what he calls us
when folks come visit.  I used to think that maybe he knew a lady once
named Janis who was a paid guard or something, but I've read enough now to
understand what he means.

   When it's just us family he calls me and Mom his personal fucktoys.  He
says I'm the best cocksucker there ever was or ever will be, and he says
that Mom's pussy is even better than his wife's.  Well, yeah, I mean duh?
Sarah doesn't have to do all that stuff; he was stupid enough to marry her
before and he's honest enough to not kick her out for being worthless now.

   Mom and me, though, we're just slaves.  We _have_ to make it worth his
while to take care of us, or he'll kick us out.  And, we don't want that.
This is our home, and if we have to be Johnny's personal fucktoys to stay
here then Johnny's personal fucktoys we will be.  Mom keeps her bedroom
safe by being the best pussy she knows how to be, and I'm the best
cocksucker you'll ever have make your eyes cross.  There's no shame in it,
it's just the way things are.  I don't remember a time when Mom didn't
spread her legs any time she saw Johnny looking at her, and, well, the
first time we saw Johnny I was already on my knees sucking a cock, so it
doesn't bother _me_ any.

   Mom says that I was only 7 "When Things Fell Apart", that's the way she
says it, you can hear the quotes and the capital letters and everything. 
She says I'm 23 now, so I guess that was 16 years ago.  I don't remember
much about the time before that.  I remember that I was happy, we had a
good home, and then life was horrible for a while, and then we became
Johnny's slaves and things have been pretty good since then.

   I mean, life was pretty hard back then, but Johnny gave us food, and
beds, and clothes.  I remember that was really big to all three of us,
being allowed to wear clothes.  None of us had been allowed to wear any
kind of clothes since, well, things fell apart and the Four Bastards killed
my Daddy and took us with them.

   You caught that, did you?  Yep, I speak in capital letters, too,
sometimes.  That's the only way we refer to them, as the Four Bastards.

   Mom says that when things fell apart, Nana came to stay with us.  Her
real name was Rachel, and most folks would say she was my grandmother, but
all I ever called her was Nana.  I called her Rachel once after I heard
Johnny call her that, but Mom backhanded me across my mouth and I went back
to calling her Nana like I was sposed to.

   I didn't like getting backhanded at the time, but that kind of stuff got
my attention, and I did right.  And, if Cindy or little Michael ever call
Mom anything except "Nana" or "Gramma" you can bet they're getting my hand
across their face pretty quick, and maybe my belt across their rear, too. I
don't want my children growing up with no manners.  Mom doesn't take any
backtalk from Nancy or Jonathan or Shelly, either.  Those are her three
kids from Johnny; Cindy and Michael are mine.  Nana didn't have any more
children before she died; I guess she was too old.

   Sarah says we shouldn't be fucking Johnny or hitting our children, or,
well, there's a whole lot of things she says we shouldn't do, but she's an
idiot.  We have to put up with her, but we're _Johnny's_ slaves, not hers.
That was part of the original deal when Johnny took us in.  We have to do
anything he says, but we don't have to do anything that _she_ says.  Unless
Johnny tells us to, of course.  Mostly Sarah and us just tolerate each
other.  She hates it when Johnny spends the night with me or Mom, but I
guess that's natural, since they are married.  Before we came along she was
all he had, and I reckon he slept with her every night.

   I sure wish Johnny slept with me every night.  Even if he didn't want to
do anything, I'd like to know he was there with me all night.  I like it
when he holds me.  I sleep a lot better when he holds me.  And if he does
want to do something?  I like that too, whatever he wants.  Even anal, as
gross as that is.  At least he doesn't make me lick his cock clean
afterwards like the Four Bastards did.  I really hated that.

   We had been wandering for a long time, me and Mom and Nana and the Four
Bastards.  I don't have many memories that make any sense, but Mom and Nana
told the story enough times that after awhile I could too.  One of our
neighbors was staying with some of his friends, and when they ran out of
food they started breaking into houses looking for things to eat.

   They broke into one house that had two people in it, and they ended up
in a fight and killed both of them.  Afterwards, they were complaining to
each other that they should have kept the woman alive and our neighbor said
he knew where they could get two at once.  Apparently he didn't consider me
a woman yet since I was so young.

   Anyway, they came to our house and tied us all up, then killed Dad. 
They made Mom and Nana do all the sex things, then they stayed with us
until all the food was gone.  They kept us tied up the whole time, and when
they left they took us with them.

   I don't remember that time very well.  Mom and Nana said it was better
that way, and I suppose I have to agree.  I know that they had to do a lot
of things to keep from getting beaten.  I did too.  Mom and Nana said that
they tried to fuck me a couple of times, but I was just too little and it
hurt too much.  I sure learned how to suck cock, though!

   I don't suppose they cared about how much it hurt me, but if it hurt
them, too, they weren't gonna try too hard.  Besides, Mom and Nana said
they would offer to do anything the Bastards wanted if they would leave me
alone.  Mom and Nana probably got fucked a lot, since there were four of
them.  I know they were sure happy to only belong to one man when Johnny
got us.  That makes sense to me.  Having four women for one man to fuck has
got to be easier than only two women keeping four men happy.

   I have a lot of jumbled memories of us traveling.  The three of us were
kept tied up, chained really.  They had this long chain that had each end
loose and the three of us connected to it in the middle by our collars, a
few feet apart.  They usually had me in front when we were traveling, with
Mom behind me and Nana in the back.  None of us had any clothes.  It didn't
bother me any, that's just the way it was, but that's one of the things
that Mom and Nana used to say they hated the most.  Not being slaves, but
being naked all the time.  Johnny said that they kept us barefoot so that
we would be easy to catch if we got loose, but the naked part was just
because men like to see their women naked.  You can bet that we strip as
fast as we can any time Johnny says that!

   Anyway, we would go down some road, wherever the Bastards wanted to go.
I would have to carry my end of the chain and Nana had to carry hers.  When
the Bastards wanted to stop anywhere they would take the two ends and tie
them to trees, stretching the chain out between them, and all we could do
was stand there in the middle.  That was if they just wanted us to stay put
while they checked something and were coming back.  If we were stopping for
longer, they would tie the chain lower so that we had to kneel or get on
our hands and knees.  They didn't usually tie our hands up, there wasn't
any need to.  Johnny says it was an "elegant solution to their problem, and
lent itself to an excellent slave training program".

   We were all supposed to keep our mouths open any time we were like that
and one of them came up to us.  Sometimes they wanted their cocks sucked,
sometimes they wanted to fuck our throats, sometimes they just wanted a
place to pee.  I learned real quick to be the best cocksucker I could,
since I didn't like the other two.

   Mom and Nana didn't always get that choice; the Bastards were a lot
rougher to them.  If the Bastards wanted to pee they would walk up to one
of them, stand a foot or so away, and try to aim for the target.  Mom and
Nana also weren't allowed to ever have their legs together.  If they were
standing still, kneeling, on their hands and knees, or even laying down, if
they got caught with their legs together they got whipped.

   The day we met Johnny we were going down a mountain road, stopping every
so often when the Bastards wanted to check something out.  I guess they
were looking for houses to loot or something.  Mom and Nana said they
talked a lot about needing two more women so we didn't get used up so fast,
and laughed about not needing us any more if they could find four fresh
ones.

   We all went partway down a side road and stopped.  Like usual, one of
the Bastards stayed with us and the other three went down the road.  The
one that stayed with us adjusted the chain so that I had to kneel and Mom
and Nana had to crouch with their heads down, then he took turns with us.
He would have me suck him for a minute, then he would go fuck Mom some,
then move over and fuck Nana some, then come back to me to suck him again.
Believe me, I could tell that he wasn't fucking Nana's pussy.  He was
fucking Nana's ass, and he was making me lick his cock clean before he went
back to fucking Mom's pussy.

   I could hear some screaming for awhile so I knew they had found another
woman and were probably teaching her all about how to be a slave.  I
thought that was good for us, since the more women the Bastards had the
less time they would have for each of us.

   I didn't see what happened.  I was on my knees with my eyes closed,
licking the Bastard's cock clean when I got splashed with something hot and
wet, and the Bastard fell on top of me.  I couldn't see even when I opened
my eyes, though, because they were full of something red.

   The Bastard got off me, and someone wiped my face until I could see.  He
looked like an older guy, maybe Nana's age, with a beard.  That was Johnny.
I didn't know his name yet, I had never seen him before, but it was Johnny.
He asked if I was okay, and I nodded.  We weren't allowed to talk without
permission.  He fumbled with the chain where it was attached to my collar
and said "Don't go anywhere, okay?" with a smile.

   I nodded again, and Johnny drug the Bastard off a little bit and went
through his pockets.  He pulled some things out, then drug the body -I
could tell that the Bastard's head had been cut mostly off- off some more.

   Johnny came back to me and wiped my face some more, then said "We'll get
you a bath just as soon as we can."

   He walked over to Mom, who was still on her knees with her ass up and
her head in the dirt, and rubbed her ass some, then reached down and rubbed
her tits and told her "I like your attitude, honey."

   Then he stepped over to Nana, who hadn't moved either and was the same
way, rubbed her ass and tits some, and told her "Yours, too.  I'd like to
stay and try all three of you out, but right now I have to go take care of
your friends.  Hopefully I'll be back in a few minutes and we can pick up
where your friend left off."

   After that he picked up the stuff he'd gotten from the Bastard, found
his rifle, and walked down the road the other three Bastards had gone down.
We could still hear an occasional scream coming from that direction.  After
a few minutes we heard two gunshots, only a second or two apart, then
silence.

   It was a while before Johnny came back up the road to us, pushing a
wheelbarrow.  He told us later that all the screaming was on purpose; they
were making his wife scream to get him to run home so they could kill him.
When the Bastards had come down the draw to their house he was outside
working on something but was close enough to hear them yelling through the
door to his wife so he stayed quiet and listened while they convinced her
that she could come out and talk, or they could shoot the house up with her
in it.

   When she came out they took her to a table and held her while they
stripped her naked.  While they were playing with her, they also asked if
she lived alone and she told them her husband was out working.  Whenever he
told that story he added how pissed off he was about that; killing them all
would have been a lot easier if they weren't on the lookout for him.

   When they settled down to two of them teaching her all about how to keep
them happy while the third one kept watch for him, he slipped away to go
look for "Bob and the girls", who were apparently up the road some.  I
guess sneaking up on Bob wasn't too hard, since he was fucking us instead
of being a good lookout like he was supposed to be.

   Johnny decided that, since Bob was so preoccupied, he wouldn't have to
shoot him and alert the three down at the house.  Instead, he could use a
knife since that wouldn't make any noise.  That's why I got such a bath. 
Johnny snuck up on Bob and cut his throat while I was licking Bob's cock
clean from Nana's ass.

   Then, after wiping my face off and making sure we couldn't reach any
weapons, he went back down the hill to his house.  His rifle was an old
Garand with an integral eight-shot magazine, but he said he wasn't that
good with it so he moved to where he could get the two on his wife with one
shot.  Since one was fucking her pussy and the other was fucking her
throat, neither was moving around much so he could line up and get them
both at once.

   Then, he only needed one more shot to get the last one, who was spinning
around trying to find him.  He'd heard enough talk earlier to know there
were only four of the Bastards, so after he shot the last one he pulled the
two dead ones off his wife.  She was pretty mad at him for letting her get
raped, and he said he was pretty mad at her for telling them he was out
there.

   He pulled the bodies off to one side and helped her to rinse off, then
sent her to bed, then got a wheelbarrow and some rags and a bag and went
back up the hill to get us.

   When Johnny got back up to us he put everything from Bob's pockets into
the bag and loaded him on the wheelbarrow.  When he was done with that he
came and untied our chain.  Then he told us to kneel and show him what we
could do and he undid his pants.

   I may have only been 7 or 8, but I knew how to make a man happy.  I
crawled up to him before Mom or Nana did and started licking and sucking as
best I could.  Johnny was real fast, just a few seconds I think.  He
grabbed my head and pushed me all the way on -what he calls "spiking"- but
that wasn't anything new, and I just stayed still like I'd been taught
while he sprayed my throat.  When he was done he let go of me and backed up
and croaked "You are definitely a keeper!"

   Then he waved at Mom and Nana and asked me "Is one of these your mama?"

   I pointed at Mom and nodded.

   "Are they even better than you at that stuff?"

   I pointed at my mouth and shook my head, then at my pussy and nodded.

   "You don't talk much, do you?"

   I shook my head.

   "Okay, you are better than them with your mouth, and they are better
than you at fucking?"

   I nodded again.

   "You shouldn't be fucking at all, you are too young.  You shouldn't be
sucking either, but you already do, so I don't mind if you don't mind."

   I crawled back up to him and tried to get him in my mouth again, but he
pushed me away.

   "Hey, I gotta let them try, too."

   Both Mom and Nana crawled up to him with their mouths open and tried to
grab his cock, but he pushed them away, too.  "I need some time, girls. 
Later, yes, but not right now.  Okay, all three of you stand up and let me
look at you."

   He looked us all over, then stepped up to me and ran his hands all over
me.  He was gentle, not like the Bastards did, and it felt good.  "You are
a beautiful young girl.  How old are you?"

   I didn't know how to answer that, but Mom held up eight fingers.

   "She's only eight?  That's WAY too young for sex."

   He ran his hand down to my crotch, still being gentle, and I opened my
legs like I had been taught.  Not doing anything the Bastards wanted me to
do was a quick way to get a whipping, and I still had to do what they
wanted after the whipping.  It was just better to be a good slave and do
whatever they wanted and not get a whipping.

   He put a finger inside me.  I flinched some, but it didn't hurt as much
as when the Bastards did it.  They were rough, usually jamming two or three
fingers inside me really far.  Johhny was still being gentle.

   He asked "Does that hurt?".  I shook my head.  What Johnny was doing
didn't feel good, but it didn't really hurt, either.

   Mom moved next to me, pulled his finger out of my pussy, and put it back
in my mouth.  I started doing the soft licking thing I did to cocks.  Then
she pulled it out and put it in her mouth, then inside her pussy.  Then she
pulled it out again, slid it back, and put it in her ass.  After that she
pulled it out again and put his finger in her mouth again.

   Then she repeated the whole thing with Nana, her mouth, pussy, ass, and
mouth again.  Since we weren't allowed to talk, we had learned how to say
things without speaking.  That seemed clear enough: I would suck him, and
if he left my pussy alone she and Nana would take his cock in their mouths,
their pussies, and their asses.

   He nodded, then said "No.  If you belong to me, you belong to me.  I
will touch any of you in any way I want, whenever I want.  I will accept no
limits on what I do with my women.  With that said, I will not fuck your
daughter until she has grown some.  I will touch her whenever I want, but I
will not fuck her until she asks me to."

   Then he turned back to me and put his finger back inside me.  "I will do
this whenever I want.  I will not do more, because you aren't ready.  You
will grow, though, and someday you will be ready.  You will know, and I
will know, and you will come to me and beg me to fuck you.  On that day,
you will become one of my women.  Until then, you will be my beautiful
cocksucking little girl.  Do you accept that?  You must obey me and do
everything I want, and that includes sucking my cock like that whenever I
want.  In return, I will take care of you, and I'll start with getting you
some clothes and a good meal.  None of you look like you are getting enough
to eat."

   He turned back to Mom and Nana, and put a finger in each of their
mouths. They closed their mouths and started sucking and licking.  He
pulled his finger out, and rubbed their titties some.  They both put their
hands behind their heads like we had been taught and let him do what he
wanted.  Last, he put a finger in each of their pussies and told them "You
two have been very well trained as slaves, and I claim you both as mine. 
You are my property and you will do everything you can to obey, serve, and
please me.  You are both beautiful women, and I expect you to show me how
good you are at pleasing me every time I let you.  In return, I will take
care of you, feed and clothe you."

   Then he stepped back and looked at all three of us.  "Do you accept
being my slaves?"

   We all nodded.  Me and Nana dropped to our knees and opened our mouths.
Mom pushed her crotch out, spread her legs more, and offered him her pussy.
He smiled.  "I think we're all going to get along fine.  You three really
have been trained well.  However, there is one thing about your training
that I don't like."

   We all made unhappy crying faces.

   "No, I'm not going to punish you, it's not your fault.  You are doing
what you were taught to do, and that's good.  However, I want to change
something that you were taught.  Stand up."

   Me and Nana stood up next to Mom.

   "You have been taught to never speak, haven't you?  Slaves don't speak?"

   We all nodded.

   "Well, that's wrong.  A slave has to be able to tell her owner when she
needs something." He stepped up to Mom and took her head in his hands.  "Do
you obey me?"

   Mom nodded a lot.

   "Yes, of course.  You are a good slave.  You are a wonderful, beautiful,
good slave, and I am very glad to own you." He looked at all of us.  "All
three of you, but you in particular are a beautiful woman and I will be
fucking you very often.  However, I am about to give you an order and you
must obey me.  I don't know how hard it will be, but you must do it.  Do
you understand me?"

   Mom nodded a lot, very fast.

   "Very good.  Here is my order.  Speak, and tell me your name."

   It had been a long time since any of us had spoken.  Sometimes we made
noise, but we got beaten for it if the Bastards didn't like it.  If we
cried too loud when we were whipped we would get whipped more for making
noise so we always tried to be quiet.  We never got whipped for being
quiet.

   She tried for a while before she made any sounds that made sense, and he
encouraged her.  Eventually she got out her name "Elaine".

   He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.  She did the same
to him.  "Very good, Elaine.  Very good.  You are a good slave and I am
very glad to own you." and he stroked her back and head while she held him.
After a while he held her out again and said it to her face.  "You are my
beautiful and obedient slave Elaine, and I am very glad to own you."

   Then he did the same thing with Nana, making her say her name which was
Rachel.  I thought I was in trouble when he got to me, because I wasn't
sure any more.  Eventually I said "Carol?" but Mom was shaking her head.

   "Elaine?  Speak.  What is your daughter's name?"

   "Caroline."

   "Thank you, Elaine.  You're a good woman.  You try to protect and take
care of your daughter, don't you?"

   Mom nodded several times.

   "Well, you're doing a fine job of it.  You have found a man who will
take care of your daughter, make sure she gets enough to eat, and give her
a good bed to sleep in at night."

   Mom spread her legs again and pushed her pussy out.  He smiled.

   "Elaine, I want you to say something else for me.  My name is Johnny,
and I want to hear you say 'Please fuck me, Johnny'."

   Mom eventually got something out that sounded something like that, and
Johnny told her that hearing that made him very happy, almost as happy as
doing it was going to.

   He was still holding me, though.  "Is your name Caroline?"

   I nodded.

   "I want you to say your name."

   I'd been doing it in my mind, and I did better this time.  "Caroline."

   "Very good.  You are my beautiful slave Caroline, and I am very glad to
own you." Then he pulled me to him and held me for a minute.  That felt a
lot better than when the Bastards did it.  He was very gentle, and his
hands felt good.  I would be happy holding him as long as he wanted to do
that.  I realized I was rubbing my pussy on his leg.  Maybe I was old
enough to fuck.

   Eventually he let go of me and stepped back.  He looked at our collars
again, all three of them, and said "Those things aren't coming off without
some tools.  I'm sorry, but we have some more urgent things to do first. 
We'll get them off today, though.  Can you walk like that and follow me?"

   We all nodded, and me and Nana picked up our ends of the chain like we
always did.  Johnny said "Duh.  Of course you know how to walk with that
chain." I smiled at him.  Johnny was a lot nicer to us than the Bastards
were.  I hoped they never came back for us.

   Johnny picked up the wheelbarrow with Bob in it and started down the
road, and we followed him.  We had to go down a hill and turn and go up
another smaller hill, then down again, and we stopped at a clearing with a
couple of buildings.

   He put the wheelbarrow down next to three bodies, and I realized that
none of the Four Bastards would ever hurt us again.  Mom was more direct.
She grabbed one of Johnny's hands and pulled us all over to the bodies. 
Then she squatted and tried to get Johnny to let her suck him while she
peed on one of them.  Me and Nana thought that was a good idea, so we both
squatted over a body and peed on it, too.

   Johnny laughed and said he understood why we did it, but that it still
wasn't a good idea.  We needed to bury the bodies before they made us sick,
and them being peed on wasn't going to help us any.  We all nodded and made
our unhappy crying faces and he said no one was going to get punished for
it, but to please not do that any more until they were buried.  We could
pee on their grave all we wanted, after that.  We all nodded and stood up
again when we were done.

   Johnny led us over to where they had an outdoor shower and told us to
get cleaned up while he got us some towels and clothes.  We all just looked
at him until he showed us how to turn the water on.  We had bathed in
creeks whenever the Bastards had told us to, but this was much better.  We
could pull on a chain and turn the water on and off, and they even had
soap.

   The water was cold, but not as cold as some streams had been.  Mom made
all three of us scrub until Johnny told us that we were clean enough.  We
turned the water off real fast then and stood in front of him, shivering.

   He said he liked the way the cold water made us look and he touched all
three of our titties.  Not that I had any yet, but Mom and Nana's were
sticking way out and Johnny played with theirs for a few minutes while we
all stood with our hands behind our heads and our legs wide apart.  He said
he really liked our attitudes.

   He didn't do that long, though.  He gave each of us towels and told us
to dry off and come back to the table.  When we got there he had some tools
out, and he used them to take our collars off.

   We had worn those collars since the day the Bastards had broken into our
home and tied us up and killed Daddy, and we had that chain attached for
almost as long.  I wanted to run around and be free, but I wasn't going to
do ANYTHING that might make Johnny mad so I stayed right next to him where
I could do anything he wanted me to do.

   I couldn't suck his cock, though.  He had taken Mom's collar off first,
and she had immediately swallowed his cock.  He had tried to push her off,
but she put her arms around him and wouldn't let go.  She wasn't willing to
stop until she had his cock out and all the way in.  She didn't seem to be
doing anything, though, just kneeling there with his cock down her throat.
She stayed like that while he got Nana's collar off, and then mine.  She
moved with him however he moved, and he just let her stay like that.

   When he was done with our collars, he pulled her off.  She looked at him
and put her fingers to her mouth and then moved them.  He asked if she
wanted to speak, and she nodded.  He gave her permission.

   "I am your slave Elaine, and I please you.  I suck, I fuck, I cook, I
clean, I have your children.  I do anything you want." She wasn't very
clear, but it was months before I could talk as well.  Then she pulled me
and Nana beside her and made us say the same thing.  We were happy to. 
Nana couldn't talk any better than me.  I don't think it mattered, though.
Johnny knew what we were trying to say.  He held us all again.  I liked
that.  I rubbed my pussy on his leg again, too.  Nana did the same thing on
the other side.

   When he let go of us Mom climbed up on the table and stuck her butt off
the edge with her legs apart.  Johnny understood that, too.  He immediately
moved behind her and started fucking her.  He said nice things about her
while he was doing it.  None of the Bastards ever said nice things while
they fucked any of us.

   That didn't seem to take very long either.  When he was done all three
of us helped lick him clean.  That was another thing we had learned.  If
you weren't busy you had to help whoever was busy, and men all wanted to be
clean before they pulled their pants up.  Sometimes the Bastards had met
men they didn't fight with, and they would often tell us to please the
visitors.  We would get whipped if we didn't serve the men as well as we
served the Bastards, so whoever wasn't getting fucked knelt beside whoever
was, ready to help as soon as they were done.  Since I wasn't getting
fucked, I always had to lick the cocks clean.

   Johnny let us lick him clean for a long time.  He wasn't hard any more,
so we could only do it one at a time, and he made us take turns.  If he
likes that I'm going to do it a lot.  All three of us will.

   Eventually he held our heads away and said "I promised you food and
clothes, and I need to check on my wife.  Can you three please strip those
bodies..." waving at the row of four dead Bastards "...and I'll be back out
in a minute."

   Okay, so Johnny was right, like usual.  It's not a good idea to pee on a
dead body if you are going to have to work on it in a few minutes.  The
flies were horrible.  We had done worse, though.  Far worse, when the
Bastards wanted to teach us a lesson.  This was nothing.  When we got done
stripping the bodies we just stood around.  We weren't tied up any more,
but none of us wanted to do anything he hadn't told us to do.

   When Johnny came out again he smiled at us and said "You all got dirty
again.  Go clean up at the shower, dry off again, and then we'll see how
these fit you." holding up some clothes.  We hadn't worn any clothes since
the Bastards broke into our house, either.  We ran for the shower!  He
laughed at us.

   When we were done drying off he gave us the clothes.  It was just some
shirts.  Mine was too big for me, but I wasn't going to say anything even
if I talked.  Besides, it was almost like a dress.  It went way down, close
to my knees.  Mom and Nana's shirts fit them a lot better but didn't cover
their pussies.  From the way Johnny was smiling, he didn't mind.

   Johnny went though all the clothes from the Bastards and removed
everything that wasn't clothes -holsters, knives, ammo, belts, I guess he
had taken all the guns somewhere earlier- and piled the clothes all on top
of the body in the wheelbarrow, and he told us to follow him.  First we
went to another building, where he handed us some picks and shovels and
axes and stuff, telling us to carry them but to be careful to not drop them
as they would hurt a lot if they fell on our feet.  Then he picked up the
wheelbarrow again and we followed him for a while.

   Now I can say we went around the east side of the corn fields to the
edge of our property, but at the time I had no idea where we were going. 
It didn't matter.  I didn't have that collar on and I didn't have to carry
the chain.  I'd carry whatever he wanted for as long as he said.

   When we got where he wanted to go, he told us to put the tools down and
grab all the clothes.  When we did, he dumped the body on the ground and
told us we could put the clothes back in the wheelbarrow.  After that we
went back to where we had turned off the trail, and we went down the trail
until we got to a creek.

   He told us he wanted two of us to wash all the clothes in the creek, but
he wanted one of us, whoever was the healthiest and strongest, to go with
him and help him.  Mom picked herself, waving for me and Nana to wash the
clothes.  Before they left, though, Johnny asked us if we could find our
way back to the house if we needed to.  We both nodded.  Okay, could we
find our way to where we were taking the bodies?  I shook my head but Nana
nodded, so Johnny told us to stay together.  If we had to, we could go to
the house and just yell for him.

   As Johnny and Mom left, he was asking her if she could find her way
between the house and the creek and the burial site.  She was nodding.

   I didn't know anything about washing clothes, but Nana knew what to do
and she showed me.  She also talked some, when it was just me and her.  She
said that Johnny was good, and we had to please him.  I remembered what
Johnny had said about our chain, and I remembered being a happy child at
home and saying that.  I smiled at Nana and said "Duh!" and we both
laughed. She also stopped me from wading into the creek until we had taken
our new shirts off.  Okay, Duh on me.  They don't need to be washed, and
they will be a lot nicer to put back on if they are warm and dry.

   All we did with the clothes was swish them back and forth in the creek,
and scrub them with our hands.  Nana showed me a rock and acted like she
was rubbing the clothes with it, but shook her head.  Don't do that.  Nana
checked the clothes I was washing, and sometimes she took a piece and hung
it on a bush to dry.  I guess that one is clean enough.

   Three of the shirts had holes in them -both front and back- but
otherwise the clothes were in good shape.  Maybe Johnny would let us wear
them?  Nana showed the holes to me, and acted like a bullet going in and
then going out.  I had seen the Bastards shoot people, but I hadn't
realized the bullets went all the way through and out again.  I decided
that would hurt, and I didn't want Johnny mad enough at me that he shot me.
I'd rather be whipped and then do what he wanted.  Or even just do what he
wanted.

   Eventually we ran out of clothes to wash, and we sat down beside the
creek.  There was a wooden bench there, and it was very nice and peaceful.
I fell asleep against Nana.  I didn't wake up until Johnny and Mom came
back.

   I woke up to see Johnny rolling the wheelbarrow into the creek and
washing it out.  I guess it had a lot of blood in it.  Then he and Mom took
their clothes off and got in the creek themselves and washed.  They also
played some.  They both seemed very happy.  I couldn't remember ever seeing
Mom act so happy, laughing and carrying on.

   When they were done and came out again, Johnny smacked his forehead and
said "Towels!  I forgot the towels!" Then he turned to us and said "Let
that be a lesson to you.  I am your owner and whatever I say goes and I am
always right, but, no, I am not always right.  Being a man means I forget
things.  And, looking at beautiful women makes me forget everything so
don't be surprised when I act stupid and don't be afraid to let me know I
forgot something." Mom gave him a hug and kissed him.  They both smiled a
lot, too.

   Later, when we were talking more, Mom told me that while we were washing
clothes and they were burying the Bastards, Johnny had told her that the
farm needed more people to run it right, and if we were willing to work he
wanted us to stay here.  We weren't really slaves, we could leave if we
wanted, but he'd try to make us welcome if we were willing to stay.

   When he was done talking about what he wanted, Mom had pushed him down
on the ground, pulled his pants off, sucked him until he was hard, then
climbed on him and taken him in her pussy, then in her ass.  She told us
that we had better do everything we could to keep him happy so we could
stay.

   All I knew at the time though was that Mom and Johnny seemed very happy,
that Johnny didn't seem willing to stop touching Mom, and that she didn't
seem to mind.  I didn't care.  Johnny had said he wasn't going to fuck me
until I asked him to, and he liked the way I sucked.  He had already taken
our collars off and given us clothes.  If he fed us like he said and gave
us a warm bed like he said, I would suck him five times a day as long as he
wanted.

   Mom and Johnny dried off as well as they could and got dressed again,
then we put all the clothes in the wheelbarrow.  Johnny told us to wear
anything that came close to fitting, but only Mom could wear Dwayne's
shoes. The other shoes were too large for any of us, and the pants wouldn't
stay on without belts or ropes or something.

   On our way back to the house Johnny asked us if we wanted to see the
monument.  Mom nodded for us and took our hands, so Johnny put the
wheelbarrow down next to all the tools and we walked back down to where we
had dumped Bob.  There was a new mound of dirt and a sign.  They had
painted a piece of plywood to say:

   "Here lie four bastards, Bob, Dwayne, Richard, and Tom - Murderers,
Rapists, Looters, Thieves, and Slavers."

   Mom was holding Johnny's hand and she did some gestures with her free
hand.  "Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to say that all three of you have permission
to pee on this grave once a day but no more.  That should be enough to
poison the ground and make sure that nothing ever grows here.  If you do it
too much, though, we'll have a health problem here.  We have bathrooms."

   If we'd known how much trouble Johnny's wife Sarah was going to be we
wouldn't have been so happy, but honestly anything was better than the Four
Bastards.