This hoist is good for a lot more than picking up dead animals after we shoot 'em" John Dubois declared. He and Derek had just raised the latest strainer pot of steaming crawfish out of the boiling water and stood waiting for the excess seasoned water to drain back into the boiling pot. "Man this contraption works slick!" John said. They moved the hoist back a few feet to give them room as they dumped the boiled crawdads, potatoes, onion, and corn into a waiting insulated cooler. They replaced the basket onto the hooks and poured in another batch of live mudbugs and vegetables. They eased the strainer back down to let the contents cook.
It was Easter Sunday and Derek and his 'family' as he called it had decided to throw a full party inviting their friends and family. The crawfish ponds had yielded far more poundage than expected. Derek had buyers lined up to buy his crop. For a first year crawfish farmer, this was an achievement. This weekend however he had his crew carefully cull out all the medium and small mudbugs and return them to the field to grow a bit bigger until they were caught again. Only the largest were dropped into his pot of boiling, seasoned water.
Darren and Steve had provided several of their men as labor to catch and sort the little crustaceans. Dan Dupree had provided some of his crew as well. In return, each team had taken four bags for their own celebrations. Derek had enough set aside to feed an army. Any left over from today would go to the buyer.
John and Derek looked around. They both sipped beers from large plastic cups. Derek bought a full keg of beer and had it on ice. He let the women decide if they wanted the draft or something out of their blender. Most of the women had chosen the sweeter rum and whisky concoctions they made at the makeshift bar under one of the canopies he had rented. He had also rented tables and folding chairs to seat his guests..
J.R. and Kurt came over to see if the men needed any help. "We got it. Thanks boys." John said. J.R. asked if it was really okay for them to have beer.
"Look guys." Derek said. "Neither your Dad nor I is gonna look in those plastic cups to see what you are drinking today. You are big boys." He added, "Now if you get into a car intending to drive it, you might find a couple old men coming down on top of you like a ton of rocks, but otherwise... you have fun. Where are your girlfriends anyway?' The boys pointed to two nubile young women who were talking to one of Derek's slaves. "You better be careful. If you aren't there Clarice is likely gonna tell your girls what horny bastards you are. That could be good for you or bad. So take your chances." The boys hustled back to their girlfriends. The men laughed.
"This is a super event, ya know?" John Dubois offered reflectively. "Look at the group. All your women, my family, some family members of your slave women plus a group of our friends." Derek nodded knowing one of the friends he was referring to was John Waddsworth who brought his new girlfriend. Actually not a new girlfriend . She was a slave Derek had helped him buy. Leanne, of course was a little put out her ex had a sweet young thing to play with. They all knew Waddsworth had made the two women kiss and give each other oral sex while he watched. He slapped Leanne on the ass after and reminded her she should have thought it through before making dumb ass bets. He was referring to her betting with Derek about the outcome of Wanda's bid for the termination of her enslavement. His ex-wife had been available for his use since the day she had been enslaved almost six months earlier and he had taken full advantage of her inability to plead a headache. Waddsworth had fully enjoyed himself. His ex wife now could not claim she was not in the mood, Anything he wanted was now on the table any time. It was all her own doing. She had been so full of herself at the time, she had made bets with her future. Derek had once offered to sell his Leanne back to him.
Wadsworth had immediately refused. He told Derek quietly he wanted plausible deniability when his kids asked about her treatment. He loved using Leanne and both the men privately knew John had exclusive use of his now legally ex wife. But he no longer had to answer for why he might not treat her as anything resembling an equal. She was merely 'on loan' from her owner. Despite her sometimes bitchy exterior, Leanne had come to privately relish her role as John's slut. She did not have to pretend any more. No role play like they had done for years. She was now a slave to be used and could be the wanton slut of her fantasies. She did hate seeing him with other women, particularly the little slut who followed him around like a puppy dog. But she knew she could not protest or do a thing about it. As a slave she would have to suck or fuck anybody her owner ordered. Of course she realized the only male she actually had sexual contact with was her ex husband. But her horizons had certainly been expanded in the realm of lesbian sex. She could not count the times her face had been planted between the legs of another woman.
While she did not like it, she accepted that as part of her role as a judicial slave. When she had been a free woman, she had ruthlessly used any female slave she could get her hands on for her own pleasure. Part of her hated she was now in the subservient role but at the same time she had more orgasms when allowed to play than ever before. Leanne looked around. She had heard both her son and daughter might be stopping by. Derek had invited them and she knew they were in town. At least today she was fully dressed. Jeans and a shirt covered the body that could have been nude at Derek's whim. Derek had declared that today was to be a 'family' event meaning the women were to be careful of their language and what they did or said. Leanne had spent the Christmas holiday at her ex-husband's home when her kids had come home to visit. John had allowed her to stay clothed but teased her about being a slave in front of her kids. The kids had taken the teasing in stride assuming it was a game. They knew what had happened and were happy their mother had not been sold off to parts unknown.
The first few days had been tense though. The kids saw the collar and while they knew the whole story of why she had been enslaved they were far from comfortable with it. She was no longer Queen Bee of the family directing activities. She did not even attempt to do so. She simply smiled and hugged her kids as they arrived. It took a few days but the collar was forgotten or at least ignored and the family enjoyed a nice holiday together.
"Hey Doc!" Derek called as he watched Dr Marge arrive with her husband, her teen age son and Paige, the mother of his unofficial slave, Lenore. Dee. Lenore's sister exited the car last. He went over to welcome them to the party. He gave each woman a warm hug. "We have several types of booze. Pick your poison. Let your hair down. We'll put you up if you can't drive later. Actually, we'll take your car keys if we even suspect you had too much. We'll start eating here in a bit when we get more cooked up."
"Thanks for inviting us, Derek." offered Paige, Lenore's mother. "I'm glad you have not enslaved my daughter yet. Somebody else might have taken advantage of the girl."
Derek was a little taken aback. He had only met Paige once before. He knew her by reputation though and acted accordingly. He laughed. "I'd never do anything to hurt your beautiful daughter. She is a valued and loved part of my family. Come enjoy yourselves. Now YOU on the other hand, are a little older. I wonder if I could possibly entice YOU to sign a little indenture contract and join up." Derek hugged the woman who giggled and shook her head as she said.
"I'll eat your food and drink your booze but I'm making Marge taste everything first. I know you gotta have something in there to make all these girls fall for your bullshit!" Paige declared, grinning.
"Nope, I'm just a simple man who lucked out." Derek said. "I know you will not believe this. But not long ago I was looking forward to a simple life, all on my own, no partner. few friends. Just a quiet life living out here on my own in the woods. Doing a little hunting and gardening to feed myself. Now all this." He waved his hand around. Paige laughed and gave him a kiss. Derek was shocked the kiss was not the chaste kiss he expected. She kissed him passionately and smiled as she broke away and asked him where the booze was. He pointed to the makeshift bar.
