Slave Camp Drunk Slave Buyer Ch 02

Authors Note: This continues the story that I teased at the end of the original "Slave Camp: Drunk Slave Buyer". I actually did have some thoughts about how this story would work when I wrote the teaser, but it has taken longer than expected to finally write it.

It may not work, but I decided to write this in first person from the perspective of Fred--the main character from the original story. I just wanted to try it that way as an experiment. Obviously, if it is a failure, I am sure that some of you will let me know.

All characters are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission.

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Recap of the original story

Fred Jones was a lonely middle-aged guy at 42. Average in looks. Maybe a little overweight. He was always unlucky in love, so never found that woman to share his life with.

One night, celebrating with co-workers George and Jim after winning a little money in the lottery, they drunkenly stumbled into a private slave sale, and Fred bought the slave Cheryl. To make this recap short, Fred met Cheryl's mother and sons, Tom and Robert. He also briefly got Tom and Robert in touch with their father, who was also a slave. Sadly, their father passed shortly after they got together.

Cherly ended up being that woman that Fred had always been looking for. Once Cheryl was eligible for early manumission release from being a slave, they got married.

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How we left off from the original story.

I, Fred, would like to say that life after that was boring, but there was some excitement. So, a few weeks after the wedding, Jim, George, and I went out for drinks to celebrate. Not just for my newly wedded status, but also for the finalization of George's contested divorce. The usual thing, she cheated but was still in love with him, so fought the divorce tooth and nail hoping that he would change his mind.

We were at the same bar and coincidentally there was another slave market that night. The short story is that George bought a slave and 14 months later he was remarrying his ex-wife......but that is a story for another day.

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Slave Camp: Drunk Slave Buyer 2: George

Cheryl and I are sitting in the hospital surgical waiting room, waiting to find out the results of George's surgery. We were doubtful that he was going to pull through. After I received that desperate phone call from him, Cheryl called 911 while I tried to keep him talking. Eventually, emergency services got to him, and here we are now.

Cheryl and I were reflecting on the events over these last months that got George and us here. I knew that Jim and his wife Susan were on their way when George's ex-wife Janice showed up.

I looked over at Cheryl.

Cheryl said, "Fred, I know you don't like Janice, but I thought she deserved to know."

After I bought Cheryl, it became obvious that we were becoming more than just a slave/owner relationship. Cheryl and I, George and Janice, and Jim and Susan became inseparable, with Cheryl and Janice and Susan becoming best friends. We were of different ages, but that didn't matter. Cheryl and I are in our forties. Jim and Susan, with two kids in their thirties, and George and Janice, just married a few years, in their late twenties.

When Janice cheated on George at the business conference, there was a split, and Cheryl and Susan came to Janice's defense while Jim and I rallied behind George. Janice claims that she didn't even remember that night, but it didn't matter to George. It is the only thing that Cheryl and I fight about--her continued support of Janice. We came to an agreement that although Susan and she still connected with Janice, Janice would never be in contact with us husbands.

Janice fought the divorce tooth and nail and still professed her love for George. George, however, needed to move on, and Janice, at Susan and Cheryl's urging, finally relented. Besides the division of assets, she insisted on no alimony even though she had quit her job. She couldn't work at the same company as the asshole she slept with.

I glanced at Cheryl angrily, but knowing that making a scene here at the hospital wasn't sensible, I turned my back on both of them. George was my concern.

Jim and Susan showed up. Jim saw Janice and looked at me. I just rolled my eyes and shrugged. Susan went over with Cheryl and Janice while Jim sat by me.

He asked, "Any news?"

I shook my head, "They said it was going to be a long surgery. He has a lot of stab wounds."

======= Four Months Earlier =======

Four months earlier, George, Jim, and I had been at the same bar we always went to. The one we also went to for our lottery-winning celebration. It was again a Friday night, and we were drinking both to my marriage to Cheryl and to George's divorce being finalized.

We again had too much to drink. We had noticed the slave sale on the way in and joked about finding one for George. Later in the evening, George, in his drunken state, started to obsess over the idea. After all, it worked out for Cheryl and me.

Jim and I were not as far gone as George, but he still was able to drag us to that damn sale. Like three years earlier, the pickings were pretty slim, but there was this one really good-looking girl.

George started talking to the owner. The warning signs were all there, but we were too drunk to see them.

First, the owner had a black eye and a broken arm. He said that he fell down some stairs, but in hindsight, I wasn't too sure about that.

The slave's name was Crystal, and unlike Cheryl, who looked scared at the sale, she had a grin on her face. That should have been the next warning sign. She was a blonde, 27, about 5'9", nice figure with C-cup tits. George couldn't keep his hands off of them.

The next warning sign was that she was still here, on a 20-year sentence and only $30,000. Why hadn't someone picked her up already? Sober buyers had passed on her, even though she looked like the perfect package.

The owner said, "The original price was $60,000, but I'll let you have her for $30,000."

George, while still drunk, was still a sales guy and managed to talk him down to $25,000. Similar to three years ago, we tried to talk him out of it. In the divorce, he and Janice split the $200,000 they had saved for a house and to start a family, so he had $85,000, after he paid his divorce lawyer, burning a hole in his pocket.

He fought us, pushed us away, and closed the deal.

Once his slave owner license was confirmed, Crystal was his, and we escorted both of them to his apartment in a taxi. It didn't bother her one bit that she was naked. In the taxi, she was all over George. Kissing him, hugging him, and rubbing his crotch.

It didn't dawn on me until it was too late that we had not even asked what crime she had committed.

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I texted him on Saturday to see how things were. Several hours later, he sent back a smiley face emoji followed by a thumbs up and an eggplant. I chuckled that I guess that meant that he was having a good time.

Cheryl was pissed that we let him buy a slave.

She said, "How could you? He just got divorced."

She wasn't necessarily thinking about Janice but more about how this was a knee-jerk reaction after the divorce, and he should have had some distance before deciding that.

I responded, "Well, it worked out OK for me?" She still looked pissed, but after I kissed her and grabbed her ass, I got her in a better mind by dragging her to the bedroom and using my tongue and my cock to remind her how well it turned out for us.

On Monday, George dragged Jim and me out for lunch. He was beside himself with excitement.

He started, "Guys, this woman, there are no limits on what she will do. I used every inch of her, over and over. She has the highest sex drive I have ever experienced. I think we fucked more this weekend than Janice and I did on our entire honeymoon."

He kept going on. Jim and I didn't really need to know every position they tried, but we had to laugh at George's enthusiasm.

They did go out and got her some clothes. He evidently spent $3000 at a sex shop on toys and lingerie.

Every day for the next month, we got a summary of George and Crystal's antics.

We went out for dinner with the two of them several times. Cheryl instantly disliked Crystal but remained polite. I wasn't sure if it was because she just didn't like Crystal or because Crystal was Janice's replacement. I wasn't going to pick at that wound.

Crystal seemed pleasant enough when we got together, but occasionally, I would catch a look on her face when she looked at George, which worried me.

I mentioned it to George, but he laughed it off.

Then, the first sign of things to come happened. George took off his jacket at lunch, and there were blood stains on the back of his shirt. He said that she sometimes got carried away and scratched him when they fucked.

A month later, he showed up to work with a black eye. He said that they were fucking on the dining room table when she accidentally elbowed him in the eye.

Two weeks later, it was the other eye.

A few weeks later, he was off work with food poisoning. He was hospitalized for three days.

I did get some enjoyment out of that. Crystal stayed with us while George was in hospital. Crystal's usual dress was thong panties and a thin half T-shirt. I commented to Cheryl about a threesome. After Crystal left, I was told to sleep in the 2nd bedroom for a week. It was worth it after Cheryl's constant irritation with her continued friendship with Janice.

While Crystal was staying with us, Cheryl asked, "What crime did Crystal do?"

I confessed that I didn't know. I, of course, got screamed at by Cheryl. She was right. Who could you buy a slave without knowing the crime? Well, a bunch of drunk guys.

I asked George on a visit to the hospital, and he said that she killed her abusive boyfriend. I contacted the slave agent who helped me track down Cheryl's ex-husband to see if he could get me more information. He said he would get back to me.

Two days before we all found ourselves in the surgery waiting room, I found out. She didn't have an abusive boyfriend. She was an abusive girlfriend. Crystal killed her boyfriend, stabbing him 43 times.

I called George and tried to warn him. He just said that we shouldn't worry. He knew already. She isn't like that anymore.

The next evening was a different story. It was George on the phone. I thought it was odd. He was calling on his apartment landline and not on his mobile.

I answered and asked, "George, what's up?"

All I could hear was screaming and George rasping, "You have to help me; she has gone nuts. She stabbed me."

I quickly got Cheryl's attention, "Call 911. George has been stabbed."

While Cheryl dialed, I asked, "Where are you?"

He said, "I locked myself in the bathroom. I have a phone in here. I need help. She got my mobile, so I can't zap her."

I glanced at Cheryl. She said, "The cops are on their way."

I said to George, "The police are on their way. What is she doing? Are you OK?"

His voice started sounding weak. "She stabbed me a bunch of times. I hear her stabbing the door, trying to get in. Please help."

I said, "Stay with me."

He weakly said, "I'll try."

But then it sounded like he dropped the phone.

I yelled, "George!"

All I could hear was banging against the door and Crystal screaming that she was going to kill him. It seemed to take forever, but I heard a door kicked open in the distance. It didn't sound like the bathroom door.

I heard someone, probably a cop, yell, "Drop the knife." I then heard her scream, "I'll kill you!" and then I heard four gunshots. Then silence.

Then I heard another bang, and someone yelled, "He's in here."

The other voice says, "Quick, put on some pressure." Then, the first voice urgently asked, "Where are the paramedics?"

Eventually, I heard what sounded like other people entering the room. Then someone grabbed the phone and said, "Hello?"

I asked, "How is he? How is George?"

She said, "This is Officer Smith. Your friend is in bad shape but alive. They are taking him to General Hospital."

I said, "OK, we will meet him there." Then I thought to ask, "What about the slave?"

She said, "Oh, she's dead. She came at me with a knife."

I didn't respond to that but instead said, "Office Smith, Thank you."

I hung up the phone. Cheryl was already putting on her shoes at the door. I said, "When we get in the car, call Jim and Susan."

I didn't think she would also message Janice.

====== Back to the present =======

We gave Jim and Susan updates on George's condition and the surgery. Janice tried to ask me questions but got the cold shoulder. Cheryl gave me a look, but nothing convinced me why I should talk to a cheater.

The wait was bad enough, just waiting for any news, but the tension from Janice's presence made the wait worse.

Finally, after several more hours of surgery, a doctor gave us an update.

He said, "George is stable and being moved to ICU. He had 14 stab wounds, most of which were shallow and superficial, but he has a collapsed lung, and a few stab wounds severed some tendons in his right leg, so he will need further surgery to correct those. We are also monitoring him for a concussion as he hit his head when he collapsed."

Janice jumped forward, "I'm his wife. When can I see him?"

Jim and I were about to correct her marriage status, but I guess in a pre-planned choreography, Susan and Cheryl elbowed us, so we weren't able to.

The doctor said, "He will be ready for visitors in a few hours."

Janice said, "Thank you, doctor." And he left.

It was several days before George regained consciousness. Janice stayed in his room day and night.

I still didn't like her, but at least I had to give her credit for dedication.

We were all there when he woke up. His parents had passed a couple of years ago in a car accident, so we were the only family that he had.

George looked around, disorientated. Weakly, he asked, "Where am I?"

I said, "George, you are in the hospital. Crystal stabbed you. You are going to be OK."

He stared at me for a minute, digesting what I said. Then he got a look of recognition. "Fred, Oh yeah. I hit redial on the phone and got you." He then looked panicked, "Crystal!"

I patted his hand, "She's dead. You have nothing to fear from her. She tried to attack a police officer."

I could see the relief on his face. He then looked at everyone else in the room. His eyes focused on Janice.

"What is she doing here?" he asked.

Susan beat me to the answer, "She has been staying with you. She has been here since you came to the hospital."

He looked like he was going to object, but then he settled back into the bed, said, "Tired, " and fell back to sleep.

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Cheryl and I weren't there when he woke up the next time. Jim told me that he started to argue about why Janice was there, but Susan defended her, and George said he was too tired to fight and that she could stay.

After a week in hospital, he was released. He wasn't ready to return to his apartment, so he stayed in Cheryl and my second bedroom. Cheryl still worked from home, so she was always there for him. I didn't know that as soon as I left for work, Janice would show up and be George's nursemaid.

I came home early one day and discovered her there. I tried to throw her out, but George said she could stay.

I asked him again privately.

He responded, "Fred, it's OK. It's the least she can do. If she hadn't cheated, I wouldn't be in this position." He then reassured me, "Once I am feeling better and can go home by myself, I'll throw her cheating ass out."

George was with us for several months. He needed several surgeries to fix his tendon issues and then lots of rehab. I did have to give Janice credit. She was there to get him into every rehab session.

Eventually, he could get around on his own enough to go home. At that point, it went down with Janice.

We were moving his stuff that had accumulated at our place back to his apartment when Janice showed up to help.

She insisted, "But, George, you still need help."

George responded, "Like when you helped yourself to Tim Jefferies at the conference?"

Janice went to say something but broke down crying and ran off. Cheryl gave the two of us a dirty look.

I asked her, "What, you expected them to get married again?"

I was sleeping in the second bedroom for a few days after that. Sigh...

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It was four months after the stabbing, and George was back to work. He was still using crutches. Janice kept calling to check on him. Jim and I had to sit down with our wives to have them push her to leave him alone. She finally relented.

I had a little bird named Jennifer in the company that Janice used to work at that kept an eye on Tim Jefferies--the affair asshole. Tim had hit on Jennifer and almost ended her marriage. She transferred to a different department to avoid him. She kept me up to date on anything interesting related to Tim, just in case there was something we could use so that George could get back at him.

So far, George had been the only victim. Tim and Janice needed to be victims, too.

My little bird told me Tim was leaving the company and moving to a small firm in a different state. He would have a going-away party at a nearby bar on Friday night.

I decided to attend, pretending to be a new hire in finance with the voice recorder on my mobile ready in case there was some tidbit we could use. My little bird told me that since Janice worked on the finance team, they were all happy to see him go and wouldn't be attending. There would be no one there that could point me out as an imposter.

I nursed my beer while he drank more and more. Eventually, only a few people were left. Tim joined me in a booth after I offered him another drink. He was floating by this point.

I decided it was time. I turned on my voice recorder and left my mobile face down on the table so he couldn't see that it was on.

I asked, "So, I hear you had something going with some Janice chick a while back?"

Tim laughed. He was hammered but still semi-coherent. He said, "Yeah, I tried to tap that."

I thought, "tried?"

I asked, "What do you mean 'tried'?"

He got close and said, "Can you keep a secret?" He was doing that drunk whispering. You know, trying to whisper but actually talking louder.

I nodded.

He started, "Well, I guess I can let this secret out. Janice was the nicest piece of ass in the company, and bonus, she was married. I love fucking up marriages." He paused. "I had to have her. We were at this conference. We were at the bar after a long day, having a few drinks to relax. She wasn't drinking to my satisfaction, so I added a bit of magic to her drink. I then offered to help her to her room because my magic elixir makes it a little hard for them to walk, so you need a gallant guy like me to help." He winked and elbowed me in the ribs. I wanted to slug him.

He continued, "I got her to her room, and she was in a state where we started to make out. I then got her clothes off and got her into bed, but although the bitch couldn't walk, she had her legs clamped together so tight that I couldn't fuck her. She kept on going about 'Only for George.' That no good fucker of a husband of hers." He paused and took another sip of his drink.

I was barely keeping my temper under control.

He said, "So, I had to salvage the situation. I have a reputation, after all. I jerked off on her face and tits. Then, rubbed some cum on her crotch and the inside of her panties."

After another sip, he continued, "I then told my friends how good a fuck she was and that it wasn't the first time we fucked. That spread around, my reputation was intact, and I managed to fuck up her marriage even though she didn't do a fucking thing."