Getting into business.

Back at the farm Lisa decided to do an inventory of all you had and of the skills each of you possessed that could be marketable.

She had paid 5 rands for some of the gear, that left you with 70. You had free food and a place to stay for at least a few more days thanks to the repairs you did here and you could get some extra free milk due to your branding. It would be easy to **** it and collect a glass from every house each day, but with the large farm in town you saw little demand for second hand milk even at a discount.

A few bags of fruit, a gun, a few bullets; not much but better than nothing.

Lisa was apparently a very good cook and loved cooking, her upbringing on the Agriworld of Vestalia led her to use real fresh ingredients in the kitchens and she would quickly adapt to what was found here.

Your true assets rested in Diana and yourself. Word had started to get around about both your technical skills and the exotic white skinned slaves that might be rented for the correct price.

You were glad that Lisa didn't accept the very generous offers to buy either of you, with prices of nearly a grand it must have been tempting.

After some negotiations she got to rent a small shack at the edge of the farm, opened on one of the crossing streets of the small town. The local name of the street translated to Goldspring, the farm of the Diallos having been there since it's founding. You would have to do a few repairs for free but wouldn't pay rent on the shop.

A new sign on the small shop advertised it as WILLIAMS REPAIRS, a blackboard with a chalk detailed the various services offered by the shop.

Repairs, upgrade and various intervention on machinery of all kind was the main aim of the shop and the prices asked would assure you a good income. More even than that if you managed to buy a few broken machines for cheap and sell them refurbished.

A second board detailed prices for the various sex acts you and Diana would provide, with emphasis put on the exotic and unique nature of your appearance.

Diana was already gone, the board wasn't even finished when a large group of young boys came by with 40 rands in hand and asked to take her for a few hours.

You were swiping the dust off the ground of the small shop with a broom, thinking of ways to make money and get further along on your path to freedom. The cream they used for the branding was miraculous, the pain of the brand was intense but the scars left behind didn't hurt. It became a harsh reality that you probably wouldn't get your freedom without getting your dick pierced. The genital jewelry was as important as the markings and reserved for even greater occurrences.

With some luck and a large amount of ****, there was a chance that the process wouldn't be as horrible as you first expected when seeing the result. The cream would also get you in shape a lot earlier than you feared.

Daydreaming about freedom, buying Nawimbe for yourself, maybe finding a free woman as a bride; thoughts of escape from this world were now replaced with plans to make the best of life on it.

"Alex come here!" Lisa called from the backroom of the small shop interrupting your fantasies.

You entered the room to find her laying naked on a small mattress with her legs open.

"Diana was going to eat me out, but we couldn't refuse customers. You will have to replace her. Your dick was fun but I really love a good tongue work. We have to train you to do that, we can't have customers saying that you don't know to eat pussy, especially with your restrictions." she told you pointing at the pink opening between her ebony legs.

It had taken you hours of pretty intense argument to convince her to only let women rent you out for sex. Diana was insistant that your 'sweet little white ass' would be very popular with some of the men. In the end it was the fact that being ass fucked by footlong cocks with metal bits would leave you in no condition to do your other work that convinced her. The extra income of a few men wanting you wouldn't balance out what you could earn as an engineer.

You were happy to get lessons in this new skill, it would increase the price and demand for your services, each free woman hiring you to be in her bed would add to your tally and once carved in your flesh would bring you closer to freedom.

Getting on the floor, laying on your stomach you burrowed your face in her pussy. Lisa was bald down there so it was easy to find the pink slit between her darker petals and get going. You only had a very vague idea of what you were doing, you licked the opening and her clitoris waiting for reactions or instructions as to what worked and what didn't.

Lisa was apparently enjoying your attempts so much that she quickly forgot that she was teaching you, you received no more instructions than a few moans and her pushing your head a little when you left a spot she enjoyed, but you were able to experiment a little measuring the effectiveness of your technique by the intensity of her moans.

With her focus on her pleasure and you on your task neither heard the little chimes on the door of the shop.

The first you noticed of the person that entered was when they stepped into the back room looking for you.