My speciality is behavioral modification and I got my degrees working with a variety of primates, not men.

What I offered/pitched to the state lawmakers was a way to make prisons a money making enterprise.  Before me it had been a black hole where taxpayers money sank.

State prisoners were not free.  Under state and federal constitutions prisoners were owned by the state.  Under state laws prisoners could only be kept for the time they were sentenced to, maybe 10 years or life.  Many were let out before their terms were over, or they were paroled.

I supported President Lucus on a federal level and his push for voluntary slavery.  So I got a federal grant that was frankly obscene.  I was able to do most anything if I could make inmates useful.

For years in the Southern states farmers had been using prisoners as slave labor for the remainder of their sentences.  Sometimes, or many times no one kept count of sentence remainders.  The fact became that farm slavery over a hundred years became real slavery.  There were generations of people in the fields who had grown up slaves and were easier to handle than the inmates who were their fathers and mothers.

My system would change behavior using electricity, and make the present inmates docile.  I set up equipment in Florida prisons and began using it.

New laws made it now a fact that everyone who was sentenced to two years would be a slave for life.  All those in prison would be slaves for life.  Of course there were riots in every lock up.  We got lots of brains to experiment on from the rioters.  It was far more fun than monkey experiments.  I could burn a little brain, talk to Jim or Dolly on the lab table, and then see what would happen when I burned a little more brain.  It was much better than monkey experiments.  Science is really effective when there are no humane controls. I was listed as the ethics officer on each experiment, and frankly I have no ethics about slaves.  People became like modeling clay we made a vast variety of freaks before we decided how to mold our inmates to make them absolutely tame and working  fools.  I even created men who didn’t sit down, stood up even to sleep.  In a lab in Tallahassee my fellow experimenters called me God instead of my usual name Merlin.  I got a bunch of serial killers together and trained them to be so tame that they ran a lab kindergarten.  They were really good with kids, although the kids sometimes abused them.  We taught the kids to kick the legs of their caretakers, and pinch them.  Nothing provoked the treated inmates.

I took state legislators around to see my kindergarten.  Tied to each inmates neck I had pictures of the people they had murdered.

On a personal level I moved my family down to Florida.  Lowell which had 5 extremely large female prisons was near Ocala and Gainesville.  It was so stupid to have prisons for different genders.  When you lock down same sex primates they hump each other even if their efforts don’t make any children.  Children are a valuable commodity and sell in California and New York for around 300 credits apiece. 

I moved into an airfield community where I could land my jet easily.  Anthony Florida was where I bought a house and sort of farm.  You could call it a gentleman’s farm, it had few taxes like a farm, but mostly a house like a mansion.  My place had been owned 400 years before by John Travolta.  He was a singer and dancer who was known for the ancient film Staying Alive,  of the 20th century.

I have three wives and seven children.  That is about average for a billionaire who is good friends with President Lucus.

Ocala was a sleepy little town when I arrived (Anthony is just up a 2 lane road from Ocala).  In New York City the new voluntary slavery situation was the exciting thing that was celebrated, things were much lower key in Ocala.  The Supreme Court said everyone now had the right to give up their freedom and become a slave of someone else.  There are people who rushed to enslave themselves in New York, sort of like homosexuals like to publically come out, and be newsy about their new status. Slavery gets the stupid involved in something important. It gives them a place to be useful, I love it.

I decided to walk around downtown Ocala, and I was especially wondering what shops sold slaves in the city.  On the square I only saw one home-made sign in a bar in the middle of town called Tops.  The sign said, ‘Voluntary Slaves Sold Here After 5PM,’

Inside was a dark bar and one bartender.   It was what I would call a ‘hole in the wall’ bar.  Just a straight back store with the bar and bottles on one wall and stools to eat on.

“How many slaves are going to be sold today?”  I asked the bald bartender.

“I was told that Buster had 20 back there.”

“Whose Buster?”

“He owns the Tops and me.”  He pointed to this metal circle around his neck, it might have been iron.  It was held together with a little padlock.

“So why did you volunteer to be a slave?” I asked.  You can ask slaves anything.  What rights do belongings have?

“Few of us actually volunteer.  I’ll bet a gent like you has dozens of slaves and none of them actually woke up one morning and said to themselves, ‘Gee I think I’ll become a slave today.’  No brute force made me a slave.”

“I’ve only lived in Florida a few days, and my slaves came with the house I bought.  I guess maybe I’ll ask them but how did it happen to you?”

“Do you want a drink sir, my master wants me to sell drinks.”

“Just a coke, but actually I came to see the slave sale, but it seems I’m much too early.”

“By city ordinance slaves can’t be sold publically until after 5PM, Buster brings them in one at a time then.  But back room sales are legal anytime.  If you want I can call Buster and he can show you the merchandise back behind the wall, by the bath room.”

“Sure call him”  He punched an intercom and said, “Master there is a man up here interested in slaves.”

“OK, alright, just a few minutes” came the static filled reply.

“Buster is probably testing the merchandise. He is probably undressed and has to put on his clothes, then he will call you back.  More coke?”

“Yes”.

“Now you wanted to know how I was forced into slavery?”

“Yes, again.  I’m a sort of scientist, and basically curious.”

“So I was at O’Brisky’s Bar, right up the street, and down Main.  There I met this man named Jolly.  I think his last name is Gates.  So Jolly was drinking with me and paying for some of the drinks.

Jolly told me to go home with him and sleep off the buzz, and I did have a real buzz that night.

I don’t even remember how I got to his place, but I woke up in the night all chained to a bed cold, naked and needing to pee.  I yelled and yelled but no one came.  As time went on I was so full, I peed on myself.

When it got light I was in a room with only the bed I was on.  I was as I said naked, branded on my hand.”  He showed me his right hand, there was a sort of star branded on it.

“So Jolly didn’t come back for at least a day.  By the time he came in I had messed myself and the bed bad and was wallowing in it.  The chains were bigger than anyone could even break.

“So Jolly said, ‘Your my slave now Brandon Phillips.”  He was holding my wallet, and was looking at my driver’s license, which was then lapsed.”

“He kept you chained until you signed the volunteer slavery papers?”

“That’s the short of it.”

“So how did you get in this bar?”

“Buster bought me from Jolly.  I’ve been a slave for over a year now.”

Then over the intercom I heard, “Buzz the guy back.”

Brandon the bartender pointed to a door and he pushed a buzzer and the door opened and I walked back.  In the back were 18 nude girls and two boys, also without clothes.  With them was a  man exactly like my yard man at the house in Anthony, that I bought with my house.

“You’re a Radney.”  I said as a statement, not a question.  He looked exactly like my slave yardman.  they both were about 40 and short.

“Your a MacAteer?”

“I own the MacAteer farm and all the Radney’s”

“I’ve been gone ten years and I heard the MacAteer’s had left for Oakland California, so I thought it was safe to be seen now.”

“Well it’s not safe for an escaped slave.  Stick your slave hands out, “  He did and I had plastic cuffs handy — they were there in case I bought a girl.  I put them on him.

“Look I have money now I can buy my freedom.  I’m on the up and up’s now sir.  I married, and have 2 wives and three children.  I go to the Methodist Church on Silver Springs Blvd.”

I reached in his back pocket and got out his billfold and it was full of money.  His ID and drivers license said, ‘Buster Radney 107 NE 8th Ave.  He was also carrying a loaded Zeta 12 shot hand gun.  I put that in my pocket.

“Buster weren’t you afraid that using the name Radney around here would get you picked up and taken back to Anthony?”

“No master the people are so rich in Anthony that they don’t come to town.  They fly in and out and rarely go to Ocala or Gainesville.

I waited around for the slave auction and conducted it mostly myself.  I also learned the whole business plan from Buster without many threats.  I found out that he had a wife and girlfriend at the so called McAteer Farm and  of course two wives in town.  His girlfriend Shirley was my shower girl, she soaped me up every morning.  My house, yard, and pool were full of helping Radney hands.  Buster’s mother cooked my eggs and home fries for breakfast.

I checked all the voluntary slave contracts before the auction and asked each slave if she had signed the contract all said, “Yes master I signed it.”

Jolly Gates was the person who got the merchandise and trained them to say they were volunteers.  Buster told me about the display of human heads and cow guts with much blood, that Jolly used ot scare new slaves.  It really worked because all the slaves swore to me that, “I really want to be a slave master.”

I said to them, “Now don’t change your mind and say anything else to your new owner, because if you do you’ll be returned to Jolly and will be retrained.  The mention of Jolly’s name scared them badly.  I figured I could use Jolly in my billion credit federal project.

I took Buster Radney back to the farm with me in my car, with his two wives in my back seat.  His 3 children rode in my bodyguards car.  Brandon Phillips I chained in the bar along with 2 girls I picked out not to sell.

Buster was chained to my dash and his wives had their hands chained to my back seat, Buster was matter of fact with his wives when he told them about his new fate and theirs.  They did not scream or cry like middle class girls would have.

When I was chaining Buster in my car he whispered, “I bought them both from their fathers at the Methodist Church.”

On the way to my house the taller wife said, “Master are we still his wives or your slave women?”

“Your my slave women, he has another wife at the farm.  I only allow one wife.”

“Master,”  the smaller woman said, “are you going to pick up the other two Radney families in town?”

“Yes tell me about them Dottie.” I said.

“We do a get together reunion once a year with them, both escaped before Buster — well before.”

“Tell me about them Buster,”  I said, and he did.  They were all picked up and brought to the farm and when branded and inserted with tracking devices both Radney relatives were back at work in town, without missing a day of work.  Buster drove the other two in from Anthony every day.  One to an auto garage and the other to a grocery store.  So I had a place to get cars fixed, and a spot to get groceries for free.  Slavery can be a wonderful advantage for the owner.

From the first day I landed in Anthony I got progress reports from all the state prisons.  No one should have died from my brain machines, but idiots who don’t read well were put in charge of the machines and they turned the wrong dials and pushed the wrong buttons.

All that foolishness changed when I sent out a general order TO ALL PRISONS –’The warden will always read the instructions and if an inmate dies, the warden will get the same juice reading when the machines are turned back on. IN OTHER WORDS WE MODIFY THE WARDEN’S BRAIN IF HE SCREWS UP!’

There were 700 prisons just in Florida and two warden’s died before I sent out teams to work the devices.

The news about inmate deaths went around fast in the prison population.    Sometimes broken bones resulted in getting inmates secured in what was called ‘the electric chair.’

I went to Lowell and looked at the operation and installed 3 chairs.  Each chair zapped about a hundred women in a 24 hour period.

There was a farm at Lowell that was worked by female prisoners.  Before electric treatments we only let trustees and those about to get out on the farm.  Then we had shotgun guards with them.  We treated the multiple murderers and those that did horrible things to their children first, and none ran away.

The day I went to the farm I had the guards try and provoke the women to violence.  I had two little men with whips go among the women and beat them saying, “Work harder sluts.”  The females worked so hard that five had to be taken to the prison hospital.

There was a large shopping mall in Ocala called ‘Horse Country Mall.  It had once had over 300 stores, but when I bought it had about 100 occupied.  It was not a booming mall because slaves were only sold at night and that was regulated.  Most people in Central Florida went to Orlando or Jacksonville to buy slaves.  Gainesville had the same sort of restrictive laws.  They wanted all slaves to be wearing something like a one piece bathing suit.  That covered the areas that many buyers wanted to see completely.  In Orlando slaves did naked jumping jacks in public.

In Gainesville I bought a mall called The University of Florida Shopping Breeze, and applied for licenses in both places at the same time.  I wanted to sell slaves just like they did in Orlando.

The public officials didn’t want ‘the slave trade’ in the area and were going to keep out slave sales until I contacted Lucus.  Overnight I got exclusive exception in both communities.

Jolly Gates was a tall man with a very criminal mind.  Gates grew up in Ocala and was a branded slave.  The brand was a ‘C’ for Cesta Ranch and his master had been named Cesta.  His master had disappeared and he had begun his slave trading business.  I knew about everything about Gates before I set up a meeting with him.  He thought I wanted more young women to sell.  He met me in the OBrisky Bar that I had just bought.  I had an office in the back room.

Jolly entered my office smiling.  He said, “I know all about you Merlin Banner.  You live in Anthony and own Buster and Brandon.  Somehow your in with the government and the Ocala Police Department is scared to death of you.   You own malls in Ocala and Gainesville and want to sell slaves anytime, anyway there.  You probably need me to supply some slaves, voluntary slaves.”

“Jolly I’ve learned so much about you and Mr. Costa.”  He looked like he was about to open the door and leave, but I had two of my biggest men open the door and block his exit.  They also grabbed his arms and put cuffs on him.  One of my goons held him while the other one searched him, putting on my desk his gun and knife.  They dropped him in a chair and clapped his hands to a ring on the chair.

“I’m not like Buster you know.”  He said  jearking restlessly in the chair.

“I know Buster was not even branded, and your master put a big ‘C’ on your bottom cheek.”

“I’m not a soft little girl you can screw like Buster, and have me thank you.”

“I think your dangerous and killed your last master, Mr. Costa.  No one knows where you buried Mr. Costa.  I got on call to Mr. Nate Costa the nephew of your master Mr. Kern Costa and explained to him about your continued existence and asked if I could buy you from him.

He of course wants to know where his uncle is buried so that he can be placed in a family plot.  I told him that I would find that out for him and leave the body with Robert’s Funeral Home.”

“How are you going to keep that promise?”

“Well you’re going to tell me.”

I had Mr. Jolly carried to Anthony in a truck and given to Chester Radney my supper cook and chief finger nail puller.  He only had to do a left hand before Mr. Jolly remembered where the body was buried.

The body was in the ground at Lake Weir, about 25 miles from Ocala.  It was well known that lots of cash was missing with Mr Costa.  That was found while I ate my supper, all I said was, “I would really like to know Jolly if it hurts more to pull out toenails or fingernails?”

I gave Jolly a hand brand, but he had never received real slave training even though he grew up a slave.  I had several tracking devices put in him and had a Radney give him slave girl training.  Mid-way in the making of Jolly into a sort of girl he remembered where his hidden bank accounts were.  I showed him my Last Will and Testament a where I wrote that if I disappeared and my body couldn’t be found it was my wish that Jolly Gates be buried alive in my hole in the ground.  Or if I died or if I was found Jolly would be buried with me while he was still alive (on my farm in Anthony), both of us right next to John Travolta sharing the same coffin — me and Jolly.

After that Jolly Gates was trained as my male run- and- fetch body slave.

Central Florida changed under President Lucus.  A few of us became the masters of all the others.  I soon owned the largest bank in the area Commercial trust and the bank board were all my slaves.  At meetings they crawled on the carpet in their suits to lick my shoes.

My behavior modification of prisoners was so successful that President Lucus met with me at Disney in Orlando,

Lucus is an ordinary looking guy, but powerful.  You would think he was all business, but not so.  We rode all the water splashing rides.

Lucus had secret service people all around him and I had plenty of guards shadowed me, but I pointed out to Lucus that two beautiful girls were following us around.

“I know,” he said “what good is supernatural power if it’s not practical.  I saw them in the parking lot and made them follow us.”

“How could you do that? They look 18 and were old men.”

“I’m 70 and your 50 and I’ve been doing this all my life — ‘spreading my seeds’.”  We were eating a  steak in one of the sidewalk restaurants and he said, “Your spending the night at the resort aren’t you Merlin?”

“Yes I am”.

“Well these two girls are hot for you and want to go to your room and make you happy.”

“I think they are after the President of the United States and leader of the world.” I said.

“No these two don’t vote and couldn’t even name the president or tell you what year it is.  But they want you.

Look Merlin I’ll trade you the two girls, who will go anywhere and do anything, for your body slave Jolly Gates.  Your lucky to have remained alive as long as you have with him as your slave.  Did you ever feel the little points that stick up on the back of his head?”

“No I make him rub my head sometimes, but I don’t rub his.  What do his points mean.”

“Just that he’s a real demon.  What I love about you Merlin is that you match him perfectly.  I think that the idea of putting him in your coffin with you is marvelous.  If you die I’ll send him back under guard just so I can see him go underground.  Demons can live underground without air, you terrified a demon, good for you!”

I was very surprised that he knew Jolly’s whole name, but even more surprised when I saw the two girls up close.   They had been featured in the new Esquire Magazine, Swimsuit Edition.  When the girls were seated the blond said, “Mr. Merlin we want to belong to the richest man in the world, will you take us?”

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