The Red Caste is often exploited, some Blue supervisors are not very interested in the Red men and women in their change.  Even Bobo my supervisor is not to concerned about the average Red he controls, but with me Bobo was  oppressive. I had to buy him off.  Enough money and they leave their Red Slaves alone.  Oh I had him sign contracts, but this is about my beginnings from high school.

My father just has a job, and his supervisor got him assigned to his job.  He is a manager in a slave factory.  They make doors, fancy and plain, but doors.  Every year dad pays 10% of his salary to the Blue and has a fifteen minute meeting with him.  It’s all smiles at that meeting because the supervisor gets his money (which he did not work a bit to get) and my father is left alone another year.

I grew up in a regular house, and my father was married to two sisters. My mother was the older sister and she had only me while my Aunt Fe had six children, four boys and two girls.   Only one of my sisters passed the all important 16-year-old school test.  So we never saw her again.  The remaining sister trained as a nurse,  and has a Blue Caste doctor as her supervisor.  He set up her marriage to another doctor (Red Caste), in the same hospital.

So when I graduated school I had one year to find a Blue supervisor, all Red Caste have to be supervised by law.  I asked my father’s supervisor, but he only took factory employees.  He knew of jobs, but I didn’t want that.  I planned to be in business for myself.  I had used, what little money I had as a student, to loan out to others at a profit.  In upper level high school I found that even the fairly well to do students, male and female, needed money from time to time.  Girls needed money for clothes, and boys mainly for vehicles.

I did not indludge in vehicles or clothes, for myself, but rather saved and banked my money.  I passed the test when 14 years old.  I almost passed at ten and was close at age 12.  At school the students were mixed caste Reds and Blues.  There are more of us, than of them.  In the lower grades we were mostly equal, but in upper elementary we Reds had to bow to Blue boys and girls and speak respectively to them.  Blue’s were encouraged to use straps they carried, on our legs and backsides,  if we Reds were not humble enough or were not talking in a humble tone of voice.  Such things are a matter of judgement, and many Blue children had flawed judgement about punishment.  It was not good to make enemies.  In my loan business at school I didn’t always make friends.

I typically made loans to those who had passed the test and had collateral to secure the loan if they didn’t somehow get the money to pay me back.  I generally loaned one silver to twenty silver.   The value of money changes daily, anyway, I had a business where friends and enemies were always in the making, and always possible.

I even used written loan agreements with students who borrowed from me.  One of my worst loans was to Nordica Nula.  She was beautiful with long black hair and big blue eyes.  I had never thought she would ever need money from me.  One day I was standing with three of my Red male friends talking and Nordica said, “Fideo I want to talk to you.”  of course I bowed low at my waist.  She motioned for me to walk away from my friends and follow her.  I did and when we were out of earshot she said, “I need to borrow ten silver.”

“Surely that can be done lady,” I said, “and what property will secure such a loan?”

“My car.  It’s a Zenter.”

I opened my notebook and took out the loan papers I used, and filled them out.  The gist of it all was she signed that she would receive ten silver now and would pay back fifteen silver in two weeks, or twenty in three weeks.  I did not ask what she was using the money for it was not my business with Blue Caste girls, now I would feel free to ask anyone of my own caste.  She signed the document, and I gave her the ten silver.  I received the car paper in return, and was sure she would redeem the car, it was worth 500 silver or more.  Most cars I had loaned on were worth under a hundred. 

Three weeks later as I walked home I saw Nordica sitting in the car near my house.  She said, “Get in Fideo”, and I sat in the front seat next to her.  I didn’t look directly at her, but down at her legs.  She had on a very short dress and her legs were long and unblemished.  She had on shoes that must have cost five silver.

She said nothing for a while, and we were driving away from my house, and so I said finally, “What can I do for you lady?”

“I need an extension on the loan.” she said in a low tone.  Like it was hard to say.

“What will be the new security?”  I said, and surely didn’t look up at her face.

“All I really own is the car, ” she said in the same subdued tone.

This was a real negative situation, and I thought how would I get out of this problem.  Now that I owned the car and she needed more security or needed to turn over the car, but that might earn me a whipping.  If I showed disrespect she could tell some Blue Caste boy tomorrow and he would whale me good.  Just saying it was now my car might earn me a lashing.  So when in doubt my policy was to say nothing.  I noticed that she squirmed around in her dress on the car seat, not excessive, but a bit and her dress hiked up where I could see her white panties.

“Can you think of anything Fideo,”  she said, “that would delay you seeking collection, I mean is there maybe some way I could be of service to you.”  I didn’t say anything, it was a criminal offense for a Red Caste boy to screw a Blue Caste girl.  She knew it and I knew it.  She could also be punished.  At that point I had experience with girls, Red Caste girls who were test failures.  They were easy, because they were going to be sold to some stranger in public, and their virtue was not anything to them anymore, most of them.  I of course had admired Blue girls like Nordica, but this one had passed the test and would want marriage from a blue caste boy or man, she was probably a virgin.  More time passed and she said, “What I’m offering Fideo is that we can drive to a secluded place where no one will see us, and you can do whatever you want with me.  I am not a virgin and if you happen to impregnate me with your seed I will blame it on the Blue caste boy who took my virginity.”

We were getting to the outskirts of town, out into farmland and woods.  She took my hand and bending over in the seat placed it inside her dress on her nipple.  “Every day Fideo, you can have me everyday for one of two weeks until I can pay back thirty five silver.  You get any kind of sex you want, and still get your money back, OK?”

“Yes,” I said, and she had pulled over, so I could feel her breasts as much as I wanted.  We went to a place in the woods where I imagine she had been before, because she drove right there.

She was parked in the car near my house every day and I got more and more uneasy about the situation, and I got no money back.  After three more weeks she claimed she owed me fifty silver.  She said this while we were both naked on a blanket out in the woods.  We had decided that the car was cramped and a blanket was more comfortable.  I said very little to her in the car, or on the blanket.  None of my friends would ever believe I had even touched her, even less that she screwed and sucked me every day.

That day when she proclaimed that she owed me fifty silver I said, “How do you arrive at that figure?”

“It just seems about right,”  she said, my services are worth something aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“I could be your slave,” she said, “I’ve been doing what a slave girl would do for her master, haven’t I?”

“Yes,” I said, “I would rather have you than the car, but Im not giving up on the car.”

“As your slave?” she said.

“What else could you be for me?”

“Nothing else, but I love you!” she said, “could I sign something and be your slave now or maybe you could use the loan paper and take possession of me that way.” 

I had looked into that before, but a free person has to be of legal age to sign to become a slave.  The law is clear fathers own their children until they are of legal age.

“Your father would just pay your debt.  I could hold him responsible for your car debt and collect the money.  It would have to be an amount so large that he couldn’t pay and then your whole family would be slaves.”

“Now it all seems hopeless,” she said.  We drove to the spot she always let me out, so no one would see, and report to anyone about us.  It was the place I walked home from.  “Fido reach in the flashlight pocket and take out the silk bag.”  I did and looked inside.  There was a hundred in silver.  “In two years I can decide myself, and you keep the car papers as if you weren’t paid.  If need be you can use it to take me later from someone else.  If I am married off to some old man I will find a way to meet you.  Right now lets not continue or I’ll start having children.”  I was surprised that she could turn it all off like that but she did.

Written by Ray Cates,  E-Mail: RCates216@aol.com   Mailing address: 2505 NW Magnolia Ave.  Ocala, Florida  34475  Fax: 1-352-629-1573   Your comments are welcome.

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Little Max: http://littlemax.wordpress.com

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God Bless the Court of North Carolina:  http://kidsgovote.wordpress.com

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