The covered truck drove through the gates and past the bit white house. It pulled off the concrete roadway onto the dirt track that led to the quarters. The small unpainted buildings were set in a circle. Nine small houses each one room, twenty feet square with a door and two windows. They were not proper houses with sheet rock covering the wall studs, but the roofs would keep out the rain and each had a small kitchen with a pantry and two beds against the back wall. Now they were new, but unless they got a coat of paint they would weather soon and moss would grow on the siding in the hot damp climate.

The driver pulled up in front of one of the three empty structures and jumped down from the cab. He pulled up his coveralls and trotted around to the back of the truck, untied the tarp and let down the tailgate.

"Come on now hurry up now" the driver shouted to the women in the back that were shielding their eyes from the sun light. "That's your home there. Mr. Falcon, he's a good man, and this is light duty. He feeds well and takes care of you good. You don't give him no trouble, he'll treat you okay."

The four women moved forward toward the exit and one by one climbed down. The last one holding hands with a young girl, maybe eleven, twelve or even thirteen if she hadn't been fed well when she was young. The oldest of the group was the girls mother and she barley twenty-eight.

"It be okay Mamma" the girl said encouragingly. "We together; that's all that matter."

The women were half herded into the small building and the driver tied up the back of his small pickup. He had been hired to bring the girls from the auction barn. He ran errands and hauled supplies for anyone who would contract with him, but mostly that was Mr. Falcon of the White Stork farm. His truck was small, too small for the hauling cotton or produce or heavy machinery. Mr. Falcon mostly had small loads, and there were occasional fringe benefits that came with working for him.

The White Stork Farm was a small spread, less than a hundred acres. Not large enough to be a real farm really, let alone a ranch or plantation. Most of the land was planted in fruit trees and rest was a vineyard with dark grapes. It was light duty for the workers. A little pruning in the fall and watering was all that was really required. Picking was contracted to migrants or to machine operators that came in and stripped the crop in days when it got "ripe." Ripe was a term that everyone on the farm was very familiar with.

The truck was just pulling away when a woman from one of the other houses came into the common area carrying a bucket for water to the pump in the center of the cul-de-sac. Roonie stopped in the doorway of the small house, still holding her daughters hand and stared at the woman as she moved slowly. She was at least seven months along, maybe more.

"Come on Mamma" Arleen pulled at her mother's hand. "Come see our new home." Hers was the enthusiasm of youth for a new situation. Her mothers reluctance came from experience.

Roonie ignored her daughter's encouragement and stared at the woman. It was confirmation of her fears. She looked down at the young girl that had been a child only a short time ago and a tear slid down her cheek. Her parents had been property, and that made her the same. Her daughter would belong to the man who had bought them and if her daughter had children, they would follow in the life.

A single bare bulb hung from one of the beams that held the walls together. A pull chain turned it on and off. One of the other woman had turned the light on and the three of them were exploring the pantry and kitchen. They had all come from the same farm, sold as a lot. Roonie and her daughter Arleen were strangers to them. The young girl was crawling under the bed looking at the springs and metal netting that supported what passed for a mattress.

There were two beds, each of which could support two women if they slept in each other arms. Roonie considered sleeping on the floor and giving her space in one of the beds to her girl, but she didn't know any of the women. She had just met them when they were loaded into the back of the pickup and no one had said more than two words to her during the drive. Even now they were watching each other carefully and keeping a respectable distance to the extent possible in the small space.

"Hey" the thin door of the shack swung open. "You best not be havin that light on." The woman was big, tall, and stocky; not so much fat but big boned and older. She looked to be late fifties, but bulge in her belly indicated that she couldn't be beyond forty, probably in her thirties. She wore a loose gray dress that hung on her. She didn't wear a bra and her breasts hung low in her dress. They were large, but seriously deflated and laid flat against her chest and belly. In a few months, the dress would tighten up around the middle and the tits would plump up as well. "The light is allowed for one hour before and one hour after sunset; that all."

"Sorry" Roonie said reaching for the pull string. "We didn't know. My name's Roonie and this is..."

"Fine" the old woman interrupted "welcome to the farm." She turned away and left Roonie standing with her hand out. The three other women looked at her briefly, but then turned away. One of them had found the materials to make biscuits in the pantry and was already starting to cook.

They had just finished eating. There was fat mixed with flour with chopped bacon rind for gravy on the biscuits and water from the well. The sun had gone down and the lights in the other buildings had come on. The three women had started talking among themselves trying to decide about sleeping arrangements. Roonie had tried to join in the conversation but was not well received.

"Evening" the door swung open and the man walked in as though he didn't need an invitation. He was well dressed. A light riding jacket covered a ruffled white satin shirt and polished leather boots that came up to his knees. The slacks were comfortable and well fitting. He was followed by a busty young woman in a sun hat and an expensive low cut dress that showed off her breasts. Behind her a huge man that was all muscle. He stood almost seven feet and had to duck to get through the door. He carried three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He was naked except for a loin cloth that was tied around his hips.

"I'm Falcon" the well dressed man said. "I own this spread and everything on it. You are lucky to belong to the White Stork. You have a chance at a good life here. I have paid dearly for you to give you this chance; don't blow it. All I ask is that you do what you're told, when you're told and follow the rules. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir" Arleen said looking up at the tall man. All of the adult women remained silent and nodded without actually taking their eyes off the floor. Falcon looked around the room, his eyes running up and down each of the women before he settled on the girl.

"What do you thing Toby?" Falcon asked the big man.

"Fine bunch sir" Toby replied without actually looking at any of the women. He could easily have broken Falcon in half but it was clear that he did what he was told and was careful not to cross any of the imaginary lines between owner and property.

"How about you Rachael?" Falcon turned to the woman. The woman was young and well dressed, but her demeanor did not match her clothes. She stepped around the room and put her hands on each of the women, lifting their heads with a firm hand on their chins. She parting their thick lips to look at their teeth gave careful inspection to the skin on the face and neck. She squeezed the breasts to evaluate size and shape. With one of the women she frowned at the width of the hips. To the women, she tried to present an air of authority, but it was clear from the way she talked to Falcon that her status was not significantly different than theirs.

"They'll pay out sir" she said not meeting Falcon's eyes.

Falcon stepped up to Roonie and followed her as she backed up until her knees hit the side of the bed. He used a thumb to raise her eyebrows and pull down her lower lip to inspect her himself.

"You're the girl's mother, ain't you" he whispered. Roonie was trembling. She gave a small nod of acknowledgment and tried to lower her head. "Has she ever been touched?"

"She's just a baby" Roonie's fear for her daughter overrode her own panic and she tried to make her voice defiant.

Falcon looked down at the young girl. In a smooth, seemingly practiced move he grabbed the girl by the back of the neck to hold her still and shoved his other hand down the front of her dress. He felt around momentarily until he found the enlargement of her tiny breasts and the cone shaped puffy nipples.

"She's not a baby" Falcon corrected. "She's getting her tits. That means her vagina is ready."

"No, please" Roonie begged, "she's too young. She needs at least another couple years. She doesn't know anything."

"I think she's ready" Falcon said rising and returning his attention to the mother. "Put her on her back, Rachael will hold her legs and Toby will do the rest. A woman don't need to know nothin." He started unbuttoning the front of Roonie's dress. "You're right though. She should have at least seen a woman get fucked before it happens to her." He leaned close and put his cheek against hers to whisper conspiratorially as his hands peeled the dress and bra straps down over Roonie's shoulders. "Toby, he can be real gentle if the cunt don't fight him. He only gets rough if she don't give properly."

Roonie's eyes dilated and she felt her knees get weak as she suddenly realized what was about to happen. It had all happened so fast. She wasn't prepared. Visions of being mounted and her daughter being raped and bleeding from her pussy filled her mind and could not be driven away. Her worst fears that she had been forcing down since they had gotten out of the truck were no longer deniable.