Crystals slave grading adventure part 30

[mikey22]

The slave market cafe.

There were several choices of eating establishments, but mom picked the cafe. Mainly because it had extra tall tables so that the newly branded girls could stand.

Crystal was already worried about the long ride home, so she really wasn’t in no hurry. Sitting on her sore burning ass was gonna be pure Hell for at least 4 hours of driving time.

They go in and get a table. Crystal decided to keep her meal light, just cause she’s finally Prime doesn’t mean she’s gonna let her body go straight to Hell.
She ordered up a slave made salad with sushi on the side.

“ Yuck! “

And some green smoothie concoction that had the color and consistency of the wet grass you scrape out from under your lawn mower deck, on a hot humid summer morning.
And it probably tastes equally as bad also.

Mom and Misty pick the starving slave special. Which was probably a 3 ground beef patties with all the fixings.

Yeah these burgers are so damn big that you got to wait on them to go kill the cow to fix these things up.
It comes with a huge helping of fried taters, not no damn French fries, these are taters. Cooked in real lard. This is the kind of meal that you get that good healthy bogged down feeling of your arteries clogging as you eat it.

For drinks mom ordered herself a Jack with Coke. Misty looked puzzled at the selection on the menu. Mom pointed to something and looked at the slave girl that was taking their order.

“ Bring my daughter a dope. “

“ A dope? “
Misty asks with wide eyes.

So here we go back into the past, so Misty will know what a dope is.

Remember when you were a little kid? And you asked your grandma how life was back in the good old days?

Boy I do! And this is how it kind of went.

Grandma lived in an old shack, if she was lucky enough that the electricity worked, it was nothing but a light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen.
She had an old wood burning stove, a big metal washtub to wash and bath in. The well water was so nasty you had to boil it before you could do anything with it. You had to walk to the shit house out back when nature calls. On cold nights you could use the old stained slop jar instead.

Despite what these rich Yankees say today, as they claim that everyone in the south had big mansions with plantations with hundreds of slaves to do everything for them. That’s just bull shit, or lies from the left, as I call it.

Back then life expectancy for a man was only 35 to 40 years old.
So with lives that short you had to get at it when you were young.
Grandma was knocked up and married at the innocent age of 14. By the time she was 25 she done cranked out about 10 rug rats. That ain’t including the 4 graves out back, for the ones that didn’t make it.
Momma cat and momma dog, was in the same predicament that grandma was in. She had about 40 cat’s hanging around probably to control the rat problem. And about 15 mixed breed dogs, that barked their heads off 24/7.

But at the age of 25 grandmas body told her, that there could be more. Every month she got grouchy and bitchy. And her head hurt, her back and feet hurt and she got the cramps. Every month at the same time was the same. Oh and her pussy bled too. That always scared the Hell out of her, cause she thought she had cancer or something.

And all them damn kids were driving her crazy as Hell. No matter how much you whipped them asses, they wouldn’t give grandma no peace.
She scraped up all the change she could find. Maybe it was a dollar at the most, but back then that’s when a dollar was a dollar. Unlike it is today. Back then dollars were backed by silver and gold. And you could actually buy stuff with just a little change. Thank our politicians for fucking all that up.

So with her dollars worth of change, and in her burlap sacked dress and bare feet, she’d walk 10 miles along dirt roads into town, where she’d step into the old apothecary. And from the pharmacist she’d get herself a pack of Lucky strikes, pack of Goody powders and from the ice box she’d get herself an ice cold dope. The old pharmacist would use that little tool to pop that top off that bottle, and grandma would chase down that goody powder with that dope, and light herself a real unfiltered cigarette. Unlike the cigarettes today that have all that crap in them that causes cancer. Smokes back then had real tobacco.

But she’d walk back out on the porch of the apothecary and sit down in a rocking chair, and within a matter of minutes every ailment she had just disappeared, and she felt like a young strong woman again. And it even stopped her pussy from bleeding also.

That’s how good medicine was back then. And it didn’t cost all them thousands of dollars that we all pay in insurance premiums today.

Back to the present.

Truth of the matter is, one of the perks of a slave market is they are also exempt from US and international drug laws.
So all that cocaine that the slaves harvest, process and package in Columbia. Gets all shipped right up into the Gulf of Mexico. And into the mouth of the Mississippi River, which stocks all the markets up through the heart of the country.

Slave waitresses brings Misty that dope. She slurps it up into her straw, and got an instant buzz. A buzz that was so strong it felt as if every hair on her head was standing on end.

“ Damn! This shit is awesome! “
Misty said with a big grin on her face.

They had a live band that took the stage. Which called themselves the naked slave band.
All had electric instruments and a huge drum set.
And they rocked.

Misty in particular liked rock music. Mom and Crystal not so much. They liked their country music.
But Misty liked the heavy metal stuff. Motley Crue, Metallica. Then there’s Ozzy Osborne. Misty gets all wet and horny when she sees or hears Ozzy Osbourne.

But the shit these slaves was playing was cutting edge new shit. It had that rough raunchy sound that soon got to be known as Grunge.
Here’s a little bit of the song.

Lead singer.
“ I’m the slave in the box! Drowning in your cum! “

Chorus
“ Feeeeeeeeeeddddd. my cunt! With your big cock! “

Lead
Make me cooooooome! “
She screams into the microphone.

Chorus
“ Over and over! “

Lead
“ He who can’t! “

Chorus
“ Gets enslaved! “

“ Feeeeeeeeeeed my cunt!!! “
She again yells out.

As this song plays out, With Misty feeling 10 foot tall and bullet proof, all buzzed up on that cocaine fueled dope. She leaps up onto that tall table and starts to dance like a crazy woman. If she was on stage at a stripping down, but here she was already naked to start with. And them big D cups were flopping around everywhere. Along with all her other chubby features.

Trust me it wasn’t good, cause she can’t dance.

The song ends and the place erupts into applause. Not so sure it was for the band or for Misty, cause she was the only one on top of a table, making a spectacle of herself.

Mom and Crystal both look up at her.

“ Get down now! “
Mom says pointing towards the ground.

“ That shit ain’t nothing but a bunch of damn noise! “
Mom then looks at Crystal.

“ I guess we can’t take her with us anywhere? She makes a damn fool out of herself every where she goes! “

Yeah mom was giving Misty pure Hell for embarrassing her.
But the interesting thing that happened a few years later was. Misty heard almost the very same song on the radio, by this band called Alice and Chains.

“ Interesting name? “
She said to herself, learning that the song was called Man in the box.
Misty went straight out and bought that CD, and drove mom completely crazy playing it.

[CommodorRaptr]

I'm a bit confused man, there seems to be these large jump in time and flashbacks in the story. I find it a bit difficult to stay on track. Also do people in this universe live forever?