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13 Aug
‘Merriths Story’, by Ray Cates (Adolphus)
Jennie was I think my 2nd legal owner. That’s what masters say about slaves. We are classified by how many people have pawed us. We’re a lot like cars and mobile homes –title is passed from one person to the next. We aren’t strictly speaking people anymore as slaves.
My first owner Rex had a paper recorded in the Court House of Alachua County Florida, or so he said. What are papers to a slave?
His full name was Rex Harrison and he was a Fuller Brush Salesman according to what he told people when he traveled around. Oh he had heavy cases of stuff and some he could open up were full of brushes, and others were heavy. and full of guns, ammo and hand grenades.
One of the first things I learned as a slave was to ‘hear and obey’ Rex said about ‘hear and obey’, when training me with a leather switch, “Merrith what the situation is now is that you’re not allowed to think or move unless I say to.
Let’s say we’ve been walking and I let go of your leash. Well that means ‘stand right here.’ Lets say when I let go there is a baby being eaten by a vicious dog. If you were human you would want to snatch the baby, but now you’re a slave. The whole thing is that you don’t know what your owner wants until he tells you. Maybe I want that baby eaten. Maybe you grabbing the baby away from the dog might injure you and you are a piece of my property.
So you stand and wait for orders.
Do you understand that Merrith?”
“Yes master,” I said.
“How long have you been enslaved Merrith?”
“Just when the druggist led us in and you bought me yesterday. My father came in with the whole family and surrendered. He owed Mr. Monsone a bunch of money he couldn’t pay. The sheriff would have come for us if we didn’t walk in, father said.”
“So you walked in the back door and the druggist brought you out front to sell?”
“Yes master. At the back door, the store owner just tied my father’s hands and then raised my mother’s dress and looked at her legs and then looked at mine.”
“Did he touch you anywhere or your mother?”
“He felt between my legs, you know in the secret spot.”
“You were a virgin, he was selling you, and that affects the price.”
“I understand master.”
“It doesn’t matter that you understand. Do you know why?”
“Is it because I’m you slave and slaves just obey orders and don’t need to know anything?”
“That’s true, so your father accepted the fact that he had become an animal?”
“Yes master, he bowed his head and signed the enslavement documents for all of us.”
“Did you object to him about being a slave?”
“No master there was nothing he could do. He tried his best, but there was never enough work.”
“What was his job?”
“He was a construction engineer.”
“What did he tell you and his wife before he walked you in?”
“He just said, ‘Make the best of the situation and do what your told’.”
“Is that all he said and you all trotted down there?”
“He did say, ‘There are all kinds of slavery like where people are driven all day doing road work or farm labor. The druggist will probably sell us to nice people of our class who will use us in their houses as servants.
The drugstore is in an upscale neighborhood, better people frequent places like that.’”
“What is your last name Merrith?”
“Griffin master.”
“Do you know why slaves have no last names?”
“No master I never thought about it.”
“They don’t merit one — they are inferior beings. They gave up their freedom without a fight.
I saw your father when I bought you and he should have always belonged to someone. He’s what I call a ‘born slave’, The pharmacy owner knew that and priced him cheap. Can you guess at his price?”
“No master, I could guess, but I am probably wrong.”
“That’s right you probably will be wrong, but guess anyway.”
“35 Credits master.”
“No, so how many credits do you think I paid for your sweet virgin self?”
“20 Credits master.”
“You saw the transaction didn’t you and counted the money.”
“Yes master. I watched closely.”
“Ten credits was your fathers price. And your two little sisters and mother?”
“10 For my mother and 7 for each sister?”
“No, 4 for your mother and 3 each for the sisters.”
Nothing is really explained to slaves so they will know stuff. They are trained for the master’s use. With my first master I was talked to because my master traveled a lot. I was mostly not talked to like a human in the car, but more like a person speaks to a dog or a radio.
My sale in the drug store was public and rather quick. After Mr. Mensone looked us over in the back room he said, “You Griffin slaves follow me and keep your heads bowed.”
Fathers hands were tied and he led father by a neck leash and we walked into showroom for wheelchairs, walkers and probably 10 people were waiting for prescriptions. They were in a line across the room from us.
Rex was waiting (it seemed) and Mr Mensome said to him, “These are the slaves I told you about. The other customers were looking at us, but none got out of line, or seemed to pay much attention.
It was like an appointment between the druggist and Rex to inspect new flesh.
There in view of customers Rex first went to father and handled his face, and inspected his teeth. Pulled back his gums. He said to the seller, “Why are his hands tied?”
“He’s new, just came in the back door about 5 minutes ago. We don’t know how much of a slave he is yet. No one has even given him ten smacks.”
That’s when Rex unzipped dad and took out his penis and handled it. I had never seen anything like that before in any store. I guess I had been middle class sheltered.
“What do you have to say slave,” Rex said to dad, as dad was played with in Rex’s hand.
“Thank you master.”
“See George, this one is tame.” Rex said and inspected mother. He left father’s penis hanging out of his pants. No one seemed to notice.
Well mother he started out inspection on her teeth and then squeezed her breasts. She I guess was startled by how hard he pinched them and said, “Oh!”
“Oh what salve woman?” Rex said.
“Oh thank you master.” Mother said.
“Thanks for what?”
“Thank you for showing me attention.”
“Do you want me to buy you?”
“Oh yes master, please buy me.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Oh please master, fuck me.” Well that’s the first time I had ever heard mother say that word. It ‘s not a word often used at the Central Baptist Church in Gainesville, where she often worked.
I couldn’t see exactly, but I think when he went under her dress he sort of screwed her with his fingers. She kept thanking him and he laughed a little and then went back to dad and ordered dad to, “Lick my fingers clean.” Dad licked and sucked his hand and was a little frantic about it.
Then Rex came to inspect me. He just quickly checked my baby hole and said, “You were right George this one is a 15-year-old virgin.” So what is your name and what do you beg slave?” Rex said to me, with my dress pulled over my head.
“Merrith master and I beg to be fucked.”
“Well I have to buy you first. What do you think slavery is anyway Merrith?”
“Being a belonging of someone else.”
“Do you want to be my belonging?”
“Yes master please buy me.”
“Why?”
“So you can fuck me.”
Then he pulled my dress back down, off my face, and counted out twenty wrinkled bills in George Mansome’s hands and took the leash off father’s neck and led me out the front door with it.
Rex drove me to his house out past the airport about half way to Waldo. His house was not big or fancy. No one was in the house to welcome him. That was surprising because he looked like he was 35 years old and by then most men have accumulated women or a wife and children.
It was his house, he carried something in his pocket, like for a car, to open it.
Rex quickly led me into the house and I imagine virgins aren’t available every day the way he went at me. There were no sweet tender words or words at all. When we cleared the front door his clothing came off and mine were removed and with me on his carpet he pushed his male device deep in my female one. I was opened quicker than his door and then what he did to my body was like how some people rushed out to buses.
The manner he rode me was like riding a wild pony. I was not resisting, but the frantic way he used his hands made me move in a kind of opposition to try to survive. He reminded me of a kid who gets a Christmas present and tears the package open and plays with only that, until all at once he is tired and wants something new.
The next morning he drove with his hands not words my naked body into his bedroom to a shower where I washed him and learned what he liked scrubbed by being slapped.
After the shower he picked clothing for me out of a really stuffed closet with female clothing in it. It was not slave clothing I was given to wear, but I was to look free. He didn’t say that but handed me what I should wear.
I was controlled by a leather switch, that he used to keep me moving.
After he gave me the ‘hear and obey’ training speech I carried his heavy bags to the vehicle. He had a utility van and it was all I could do to lift the bags up and into his van. There were twenty bags. I learned the first morning that even a teen-age girl can carry 100 pound bags if she is motivated by a leather switch hitting her bottom and legs. My pain meant nothing to Rex.
We drove to Starke that morning going North and went in a dinner for breakfast.
As we went in he said, “Smile all you want Merrith, but say nothing. Anything you say will be used against you using the leather switch..”
So when the bottle blond waitress said, “And what will you have little lady,” I smiled big and pointed at Rex.
“She’ll have, same as me, your number one breakfast special and a glass of water.”
I was hungry, eating had been forgotten about when my family was going over to be enslaved. When the steaming plates arrived I smiled big as the waitress said, “Will there be anything else?”
“No thanks,” Rex said, and as soon as she walked away Rex took my pate and removed the eggs, bacon one piece of toast and half of the grits.
“If I was really hungry I would eat it all and leave you the water. Be thankful and, for what you are, you get enough.”
We drove up, out of Florida and into Georgia and stopped about every hundred miles to use the bathroom. Rex would get the key to the men’s bathroom and take me in there with him. Often other men were in there and I felt truly like a slave then. At least in public bathrooms no one seems to notice others. When we were in a stall together he would play with my private parts. I think he was reminding me I was not in any way a free girl.
In South Carolina we stayed in the Swamp Fox Resort. It was a sort of fancy motel and even though the van was parked right outside I had to bring in all the bags.
There was a bed in the room, but Rex did me on the floor.
He had me wash him and dress him and I was still naked, standing in the bathroom when he told me. “Your job is to stay in the room and guard the bags. I have some business to attend to in town.” I had lost track of towns and didn’t know where we were, except that I saw a sign when we entered South Carolina.
“These rooms are often robbed so you will protect my bags, your master’s property. If even one of them goes missing your life will be a Hell.
In most motels cleaning women and their sons and boyfriends get keys. You are the guard of the bags. I keep my working tools, treasures, and cover story in the bags and need them guarded like a bull-dog. I have bought several girls over the years and most were good screws, but few have done well enough as bulldog guards.
Have you ever fired a gun Merrith?”
“No master.”
“”I’ll bet your father didn’t allow them around the house.”
“It was my mother master who decided that.”
“Now she’s a 4 credit cow, probably often screaming under her master’s leash.”
“So anyway as my bulldog girl you will use a gun to protect my bags. The point of guns is to kill what your shooting at. You are not trying to warn or wound, but kill.
How do you feel about killing Merrith?”
“I’m your slave and I have to do what you tell me.”
“Nineteen girls have been asked that question and your the only one who got the right answer.
Yes if I tell you to kill intruders, then you do it –KILL THEM!
Don’t tell them to ‘Get out’.
Don’t aim for an arm or leg.
Don’t make a noise to warn them!
Shoot them in the chest or head.
In this room I will leave 3 guns. They are called Magro 47′s, but the only thing you need to know is that where ever you point the barrel of the gun and pull the trigger a big hole will appear, at whatever body part you point at. This Magro has almost no recoil, it doesn’t jump when shot. It’s a great gun for little girl slaves.
You have good eyesight, don’t need glasses do you?”
“No master a doctor checked my eyes every year.”
“Good criminals are everywhere. They will just unlock the door with a key or tools or just knock the door down.
Don’t get in the shower while I’m gone. Don’t go to sleep while I’m gone. When the robbers come they will probably know you’re here alone. They have inside bell boys or clerks who watch.
Trudy, one of my girls who lasted a long time and had record kills, ran the shower for as long as I was gone. To make anyone think she was in the shower. When they went to the steaming bathroom she came out from the far side of the bed and shot them. Trudy was a nervous girl and she wounded more than she flat killed.
This gun is not loaded, hold your arm out straight, and point at the lamp top, and pull the trigger. Always point at the chest or head of the thief.
I’m leaving 3 loaded guns. They each shoot 20 rounds. Don’t think about anything but pointing straight and count the shots you get off. Count to 20 and then pick up another gun. If its teenage boys or girls, don’t think of them as anything but targets and as you pull the trigger and point, count 1, 2, 3 and point at another and count 4, 5, 6.
After they’re all dead don’t go near them. Sometimes they play dead. Most of them break in without a gun. Their aim is to steal and when I have a good-looking female, they plan to rape.
Your whole plan must be to POINT, SHOOT AND COUNT.
I’m telling you this because their inside person has already explained your face and figure to them. They are motivated as much by the rape as by the money they might earn. The boss of the operation won’t pay peons much so he hypes up screwing the female. Often the boys who go in the door first get firs dubs on the woman. The boss of the operations may come in last with a gun blazing. We never know what they may do next time, there are variations
When there are no more targets sit quietly, maybe in a different place from the door. You have lots of time, but robbers are mostly in a hurry.”
Well those were the orders, master to slave girl. I really wanted to ask him what happened to the dozen other girls who had my job before me.
The most Rex talked to me was telling me the duties of a slave the first day (with the switch for emphasis) and then explaining how to shoot people who tried to steal his bags.
I was given the impression that if someone came in and stole the bags, then I better be dead along with them.
After he left in the van I sat on the floor behind the bed. I turned on the TV loud and ran the water in the shower. It was a deluxe room and had a radio and computer. I turned both those on.
If Rex came back he was to knock three times and then wait and then three times more — only then would he turn the knob and come in. It was a code, so I wouldn’t shoot him.
I was left alone at 3:40 PM — the computer readout said that. The radio was constant static from one part of the room and the TV was on a blaring country music station where every other word was ‘Nashville Tennessee.’
I tried to think only about pointing and shooting, but thought, ‘They could all have guns to shoot me.’ But Rex had said only one would hae a gun and the boss will come in last shooting.
I watched the brass door knob for it seemed like hours and picked up the guns and got the feel of them. I pointed them at various lamps, always watching the door knob.
I had focused on the outside door knob and remembered that my parents had traveled and rented 2 rooms, one for the two little girls and me, and one for my parents –adjoining rooms. It was then I looked closely and saw another door knob.
I was looking at the 2nd door knob 5 minutes later when it turned and a boy walked toward the bathroom. It happened fast, a twist of the knob and one step toward the bathroom and the sound of the shower and I pointed the gun at his center body and pulled the trigger and in my head I said, ‘One, Two, Three’, the gun sounded like air escaping from a tire. Not like movie guns that went more of a bang.
I pulled back the trigger fast pointing at the boy’s back and then let go. I think all three times I hit his upper back. I had no time to try for his head. If he said anything, any last words, I could only hear an announcer say over the television “Little LeRoy was born in Knoxville and now he lives in Nashville Tennessee.”
The adjoining door was opened and a smaller boy came in next, he looked 12, and had sandy hair. He stopped dead still and I pointed at his head and I think said out loud, “Four, five, six.”
Numbers four and six hit the wall and busted it in two places.
I took my guns and changed positions then to being behind a table and I kept remembering round four that busted the boy’s head like a watermelon dropping off a melon truck. He couldn’t be seen where he fell, but he wouldn’t be faking and waiting.
Rex said they would be hurry and finish and that about threw me off because I watched the clock on the wall TV, and 30 minutes passed, and then a big man ran in the front door with a pink cowboy hat on, and he had a gun in both hands shooting. He shot behind the bed where I had been.
I stood with my arm out pointing and said in my head, ‘Seven, eight, nine. ten.’ I paused and did ‘Eleven, twelve.’ The first three hit his chest, but somehow he kept coming and firing, but at least one hit his face. None of his shots were even close to where I was.
The door was standing wide open, I took all the guns and walked to the door. Looking out I saw a black truck parked in Rex’s space and at least 5 men and three women were around the car talking. I walked out of the room pointing and counting and they sort of fell every which way. There was at least one person in the car and I put so many rounds in the vehicle I couldn’t identify the gender of that inside. I walked around the car and from overhead punished every little movement with at least a count of two.
When everything was quite outside I went back in and turned off the shower and changed the TV channel to Wolf News.
I must have dozed off a little, but when I woke up I remembered I had brought in all the weapons from the car (many as heavy as Rex’s bags and piled them on the floor.)
It was the next morning when 3 knocks awakened me and Rex came in and looked at the three dead and said, “Where did this pile of stuff come from?”
“From the black truck and the 14 dead outside in your parking space.”
“You went outside and killed more?”
“Yes master, fourteen, eleven of them women.”
“They clean up at 4 star resorts like this one.”
After that I didn’t pick up guns off the dead, because the slave had to carry them.
Rex had another house in North Carolina, not unlike the one in Florida. His business away from his Fuller Brush sales was robbing banks.
I got promoted after my bulldog bag guard duty in South Carolina to accomplice bank robber. We hit banks in Tennessee and Alabama and a few times in Kentucky.
Often in a bank I appeared to witnesses as the main bank robber. He called me Patty Hurst after some real bad criminal of the past. He said I was one of the most wanted women of the FBI, just like Patty.
I trained the bulldog bag girls he bought and most didn’t kill well. We lost bags and girls.
We had lost our guns, bags and girls in Marion Georgia and were heading back to Florida when around one bend was a roadblock and the deputy got the drop on us.
He was walking us to a wire pen where maybe 50 motorists were locked up, when Rex said, “Look man, my wife and little kids are waiting for me in Citra Florida and I’ll give you all I’ve got in my money belt ten-thousand credits and my slave girl, a real piece of ass. Shake your bottom for the deputy honey.”
I did and the deputy took me and the money and let Rex go.
The deputy took me to a tent and did me. I thought that any time Rex would bust in and take me back, but Rex didn’t come back.
After the deputy was tired of me he put me in the cage with the dressed people. He put me in there nude.
All the people in the cage had not been able to pay the deputy for their freedom. They figured they would all be made slaves.
I think what saved me from being raped again in the wire cage was first wives and a few female children who were also in the wire enclosure. Even the deputy took me to his private tent and had at me. I think I was left nude as a bragging point by the deputy to laugh about when his other deputies came to relieve him at the checkpoint. I heard him complain over the radio, “I’m not supposed to be out here alone.”
Also I was saved from gang rape by civilization. Men claim to be too good for rapeing women. I coud see in the male eyes that all watched me that I was not exactly safe. At night I would be passed around meat. The dark was my enemy. The men watched my every move.
One woman gave me a baby blanket to wrap around me. It covered my bottom part not my boobs.
Most of the cars the deputy stopped were full of people. Times were hard and people rode from place to place in bunches. Real poor cars and people he let pass. Rich peopl.e he shook down for money. Often he had them get out of their cars and took their wallets, and looked in their luggage. Some men and women he slapped around.
Often he looked at a man or woman’s backside to see if they were escaped slaves.
One young woman he led from her car grabbing her ass cheeks as he walked her toward his tent. It had been several hours since he had screwed me in that very tent. I figured she was next.
When they walked right near the cage i saw she was about my age, even with a pile of makeup on her face.
They were in the tent less than five minutes when I heard four quick gunshots. In the cage one man said, “Firecrackers.”
“No, I said those were pistol shots.” Of course I knew the difference. I had been killing people in banks for maybe 2 years. As a slave it’s hard to gauge time. I didn’t ask Rex a bunch of questions, one of the things he punished with a strap was ‘idle chatter.’
The girl had gone in the tent with the deputy, some of those in the cage called him ‘Freddy’. Maybe they heard that name over the police radio in the tent. I wasn’t listening that carefully while I was being raped.
Anyway instead of the deputy pulling another raped girl out of his tent (like me), this time just the girl came out of his tent, just a prim and together as you please. She was wearing a deputy badge on a utility belt and also a holstered gun.
She walked right up to the cage and getting out a ring of keys said, “I want to apologize to you folks. The police officer who locked you up was crooked. We don’t tolerate officers like that in this part of Georgia.
Any of you citizens who think you have been wronged by Officer Harm can go up to his tent and wait with him until the Justice Task Force of Hendry County comes out and decides your case.
Otherwise you can get in your cars and rush out of here. That’s what I would do because Officer Harm accidentally shot himself four times and if you hang around here the Task Force will probably ask you to explain his death.” She opened the cage and the people just ran out to their cars. The few children ran after their parents.
When they were finding their cars she saw I was still there and said, “Look you can go.”
“I’m a slave that was given to the deputy so my master could get away.”
“Oh, OK, I see you don’t have a car to scram in.
How long have you been a slave?”
“Two years.” I said.
“OK then you’ll be my slave.”
Jennie my new mistress was unlike Rex in that she liked me talking to her as she drove and liked me talking as I drove.
I told her my life story and she especially like me telling about banks we robbed. I explained exactly who we shot and where we buried the money — in Florida and North Carolina.
Jennie gave me a pair of guns to carry on me when we got to North Carolina and after we found Rex’s cabin we spent three days there before he decided to come home.
I was hiding in there when he came in the door, but then I was under my new Mistress Jennies orders and it was just point, count and shoot.
His new slave girl Leslie dug up the buried money and put Rex in the hole.
Then the three of us traveled to Florida to Jennie’s new house on Waldo Road, near Gainesville.
Leslie pulled all the Fuller Brush bags in and out of motel rooms, Leslie was a nice looking 7th grade girl that Rex had bought in a drug store in Gainesville Florida, on 13th Street, near the University of Florida.
Jennie gave me the job of training Leslie and carrying guns. When people needed shooting she pointed out which ones.
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To learn more about Jennie, and read the companion piece to this story see Florida Bad Girl http://floridabadgirl.wordpress.com In this story we find out how Jennie ended up on that Georgia road when Merrith was locked in the cage.
