(This is a story from the world of legalized slavery. The 34th amendment made slavery legal again for crime, bankruptcy, and those special souls that volunteer for the fun and games. All characters who are 18 years of age or older, and there is no underage sexual activity. This is story and I in no way condone any acted against someone's will, or permission.)
Kaylee's Story
I stood with Morgan waiting to board the shuttles to the Cass County fair. This was the first year the fair was shuttling patrons to and from the parking lots, and it was because of my father. The Anti-Slavery and Public Decency Coalition was leading protests at the fair's main gate making it difficult for patrons to get into the park. For the last several years the company the fair contracted with to bring in rides and entertainment, had been bringing slaves in as part of a traveling exhibit. This year they were offering a brothel tent. Everyone knew that in the years past they were selling the services of pleasure slaves that traveled with them, but it had always been hidden, behind the tent flaps so to speak. Now it was being advertised, and welcoming to all of the horny men and women in Cass County, Nebraska.
Morgan and I had both turned 18 over the summer, and we were now of age to get a real glimpse of pleasure slaves. You have to understand this is just not something you see or hear about every day in Nebraska. We are behind the times, and although our school had just started to introduce it, mostly due to college acceptance requirements, it was still very taboo to all of us. So you see why we were nervous, and excited to see the slaves that the county fair brought with them.
Slavery was not new for the country with the ratification of the 34th amendment, but it was new to our part of the U.S. Nebraska and other small population upper midwest states might as well have been another country, as it related to legalized slavery and has taken some time to become mainstream. You might think it was because these states were in the Bible belt, but many southern states quickly adapted the practice.
Legalized slavery was first brought back as a way of repurposing criminals into slaves to take a burden off of the taxpayers. The monies that were freed up helped communities to rebuild failing infrastructure, schools, and create new social programs. As time progressed the people that could be enslaved grew from just criminals to include people with significant debt. There were now real consequences to living beyond your means and declaring bankruptcy. These changes lowered the costs and risk of many financial companies, bringing significant growth. This growth was some the country had not seen in decades. Then there were the men and women that voluntarily entered into slavery or rather "voluntary indentured servitude" or "VIS" as some like to call it. There were so many new industries popping up as slavery started to become more mainstream nationwide. There were some areas like our little Nebraska town or I should say all of Nebraska, and a few neighboring states that were slow to adapt to the change. I do not know if it was the religious values, conservative values, or just plain stubbornness, but slavery where I lived just did not happen.
As in any industry training standards were developed and bureaucracies quickly formed to regulate the growing industries. Then the federal reserve adopted banking regulations, and rules allowing lenders to require borrowers to put themselves up as human collateral for loans. This change is what brought slavery to my little town. The rules became a standard practice even with smaller regional and rural institutions in a matter of just a year or two.
Megan and I were not the only people that had heard that Mr. and Mrs. Franklin, The gossip was running wild about how the local locksmith in our town, had defaulted on a bank loan a few months ago. Stories surfaced about Mr. Franklin crying as his wife Joan was stripped, bound, forced into a cage and driven away into the night while he was getting his ass fucked by one of the banks repossession experts. All of it was rumors, and no one knew for sure, but we all knew that they had not been seen in weeks, and their home was now up for sale. The whole town knew that slavery had paid us a visit, and would not be leaving.
The fair was our last summer event before the start of school for as long as I can remember. Now that we were officially adults, we were going to see the mystery adults only area in person. The last couple years we had seen the adults only area of the fair and watched as men from our town and the surrounding county paid a fee, and passed through the curtain into the darkness of the large tent, and we were curious, really curious!
When the tent first showed up at the fair we watched from a distance and wondered, what went on in there, and as we grew older and learned about sex our curiosity grew as well. We would joke and laugh about how dirty and depraved these girls must be as a pleasure slave. When I was younger, I understood how slavery was punishment for crime or debt, and my young self-swore to always walk the straight and narrow. I am sure it was the fear of displeasing or embarrassing my father, and I could not wrap my mind around why a person would willingly give up their freedom to become a pleasure slave.
When we got a little older the whole thing was secretly mysterious and we wanted to know what happened behind the curtain. Then we got older still, and with a better understanding of what these men and women might be doing behind the curtain we both knew we had to see it.
We boarded the shuttle and sat down, the motor started, and we began to move down the dirt road.
As the bus crunched down the dirt road, I started to think about this maybe being the last fair with my friend, and I suddenly grew sad. This is something we had done together since we were 11 or 12, now we are both 18 and looking forward to our last year of high school. We would both move on from here and most likely go our separate ways after school. I was lost in my thoughts about how sad the future seemed without my friend, when Morgan elbowed me in the ribs pointing to the Ferris wheel. My thoughts jumped back from the sad future of leaving my friend to all of the filthy things I was about to see behind the curtain.
"Hey there's your dad '', Morgan said pointing out the window. I turned quickly to look, and she was right. My minister father was holding a sign chanting with several men and women many that I recognized from our church. He had taken up his mission to have the slave portion of the fair removed. He was not against women being subservient to men, on the contrary he supported the patriarchy. Slavery had created mixed emotions for him. On one side he believed in an eye for an eye, and that slavery was a great way to deal with debt, and crime. Where he struggled with it was the human form naked on public display, people freely giving into their carnal desires and entering volunteer indentured servitude, and of course all of the adulterous sex. He had formed the Anti-Slavery and Public Decency Coalition. It had quickly grown into a very large non-profit with multiple offices in each of the 50 states, He now led the organization that paid him quite well for his leadership.
