Chapter 10
When the overseer leaves I collapse to the floor. Without thinking I had assumed the kneeling position of submission required before he locked me in. It was now automatic. I am a slave. But my mind is in turmoil. My ass is aching terribly from the treatment dished out this afternoon; it is something I have never felt before in fact the worst I have ever felt. And I have never felt so helpless as I do now. Tomorrow I will be hauled before master Farook and my performance as a sex slave evaluated. I know that, if I do not satisfy this man who has total power over me, I will be severely whipped. Abdul told me that I will be presented to the buyers in the unspoiled condition as most customers do not like to see severe whip marks on the goods on offer. It might indicate that the slave is untrained or has not yet accepted its status. However many buyers are keen see light whip marks on a potential slave when it is exhibited naked on the auction stage. He says it indicates that the slave has undergone proper training. Either way I know I must be found pleasing tomorrow whatever I am ordered to do.
I see that the other slaves opposite me are also in their cells but I am in no mood to speak. I imagine they must be feeling exactly like me. We have spent about a week in this place and our training as future slaves has been brutal. Whatever I thought when I arrived it is clear to me now that there is no escape and no way back for any of us. We are being trained to behave like serving objects and sex toys, conditioned to respond instantly to whatever is demanded of us by our masters. I have been inspected by a potential buyer and severely whipped for failing to please him as demanded. I have witnessed the behaviour of his American slave, his response displayed instant obedience to every command of his master and I have seen the expression of utter despair in his eyes. He has only been enslaved for a couple of months and sold just a few weeks ago but now he serves and obeys his master without question. I can only guess what he must have suffered to be forced to provide that level of utter servitude. There is no doubt in my mind that tomorrow I must serve master Farook in exactly the same way.
There is a bowl of food in my cell and another containing water. I quickly empty these and settle down to rest. But sleep is impossible as the turmoil occupying my thoughts just goes round and round in my mind. I could never have imagined that this would be my fate but somewhere in the back of my mind is a feeling of anticipation. I know I am now a slave. This is my future and I cannot change it but also know that very soon I will be displayed naked before men who will view me merely as an object of sexual desire. I will exist merely to satisfy the depraved and perverted desires of the man who buys me. I will be his property, totally owned. I must obey his every command and provide whatever pleasure he requires. I am being prepared to become a living object of great value. Perhaps I should accept it and become proud to be such an object of desire.
I suppose I must have slept a bit but I am dozing when I hear the door of the cell block being opened. Like lightening I am kneeling with my nose to the floor and ass in the air. I can see the boots of an overseer just outside the door to my cell, the end of a single tail whip on the floor beside him and in the three cells opposite the other slaves are already kneeling just like me. We all know that we must adopt this posture instantly when someone enters the block. We are slaves, conditioned to this response in the presence of the masters and overseers in this place. The man pushes a large plastic bottle with a tube extending from the top between the bars. Brusquely he speaks.
'Use bottle slave, I am sure you know what to do. Make sure ass is perfectly clean for master. Your performance this morning had better be beyond reproach. Understand slave'.
'Yes master' My reply is instant; it has now become my automatic response to a command.
I insert the tube into my ass and squeeze the bottle. The liquid is warm and quickly fills me. I try to keep the liquid in for as long as I can before expelling the contents of my bowels down the hole in the floor of my cell. I am conscious that the man outside my cell is watching.
'Again slave' he says and repeat until slave ass is running clear. Understand a slave must be perfectly clean for its master or severe punishment follow.
'Yes Master' I reply
I use the bottle three more times until I see the water running from my ass is perfectly clear. I know what is about to happen and I know that my ass must be spotlessly clean for master Farook. The overseer unlocks my cell, attaches a chain to my collar and leads me from the block. As I am led across the yard a feeling of anticipation comes over me. I know I will be appraised and tested as slave object and be exhibited naked at a slave auction in a few days time. I know I must display my body openly and seductively in order to earn the maximum profit for Master Farook and I know I must display instant obedience to his orders to demonstrate my utter submission to his will. As we enter the building and the door to the room opens I drop immediately to my knees and prostrate myself on the floor. I need to demonstrate my submission, I need to demonstrate that I am this man's slave. I see Farook seated in the centre of the room, beside him is a chair upon which Abdul quickly seats himself and on the other side a slave is kneeling holding the inevitable glass of refreshment. The two men talk briefly in Arabic and then Farook speaks.
'Approach slave and kiss your master's feet'.
In my new-found desire to please him I crawl across the floor remembering to keep my nose, chest and belly in contact with the floor as I know is expected of a slave boy. I kneel up, bow by head to the floor and place my lips onto each of his feet in turn. I am not really thinking. I just know I want to please this man. Again he speaks.
'Inspection position slave'
His voice is harsh and I jump to obey. My feet are wide apart, very wide, my hands on the top of my head. I force my belly in tight and stare straight ahead. Farook and Abdul converse once again in Arabic then he speaks to me calmly in English.
'Well slave boy, we see that you clearly understand your position here. Your obedience is much improved. I want to see before me a slave eager and desperate to please his master, is that you slave?' he asks.
'Yes master' I reply without thinking.
Farook continues.
'When I click my fingers slave you will kneel and worship my cock. I expect to experience delights that you can only dream of. Then, when I click my fingers a second time you will decease, stand, bow, turn, bend and spread and offer your slave asshole for my pleasure. When I click my fingers for a third time you will kneel, take my cock in your mouth and clean it, understand slave'?
'Yes master'.
Again my reply is instant. This man is my master, my owner and I want desperately to please him. I actually want to taste his cock, to feel him inside me, to feel his spunk pumping into my bowels. Days ago this would have seemed so revolting but now I feel it is his right. I am his slave. The two men again converse in Arabic. They are looking at me. Maintaining the posture is hard. My legs are spread wide, very wide, my stomach sucked in, chest forward and my elbows are forced back as far as I can manage. I am breathing deeply. I remember being caned harshly until I got this position right. But I am a slave displaying everything to my master, every detail of my body for his pleasure but most of all I am displaying my submission to his will.
Suddenly he clicks his fingers and I drop to my knees to take is rampant cock into my mouth. I lick up the pre cum oozing from his slit and set about my task. The moan of contentment gives me confidence. I am fearful of this man. I know he will whip me if I do not please him but I feel that this is his entitlement now to have me please him as his slave. It is a new feeling for me. What have I become? I use my tongue around the tip of his cock and my lips to suck as I have been trained. A minute or so later he kicks me away and I hear the click of his fingers. Quickly I turn and spread my ass cheeks wide. Abdul makes a comment and they both laugh. As I feel his cock pressing between my buttocks I remember the training and gently push out as he slides his cock in to its full length. Next moment I see Abdul standing in front of me. He lifts my head and presents his glistening cock to my mouth which I immediately open wide.
'Now slave boy you will learn how it is to pleasure two masters at the same time'.
As the two men take their pleasure with my body I am distinctly aware of the change that has taken place in my life. I am no longer free to pursue my life as I had planned. I must accept that I am now just a slave for sucking, fucking and unlimited servitude to the man who will buy me at the forthcoming slave auction and I will have to obey him instantly no matter what he demands.
Simultaneously I feel hot sperm pumping to the back of my throat and deep within my ass. But rather than revulsion, I feel relieved that I have served their lusts so quickly. Both withdraw and Farook clicks his fingers. Now my lips close over his cock, now covered with the remains of his pleasure and I lick and suck him clean. Then Abdul clicks his fingers and I clean his cock, making sure no trace of cum remains. The two men then return to their seats.
'Inspection position slave' barks Farook.
As I stand with my legs spread wide I begin to tremble. I hope desperately that I have pleased these men and will not be whipped again but the harshness of master Farook's voice unnerves me. The two men converse in Arabic interspersed with frequent glances in my direction as I try to maintain this posture of slave inspection. Eventually Farooks speaks to me in English.
'I am pleased to see slave boy that you now understand what you are and what is expected of you. You will next be taught how to behave on the auction stage next week'. The two men exchange a few words once more, words I cannot understand. Then Farook addresses me at length in English. ' 'We see slave that you have now accepted the helplessness of your situation and your status as a slave. Here we take great pride in being recognised as one of the prime slave-dealers worldwide and the auction gives us the opportunity to display the quality of the merchandize we offer to our most valued clients from around the world. Thus your performance must be perfect. There will be many buyers here in person at the auction but also some who will be viewing you online via our very private video link. So your future master may live anywhere in the world in which case you will be transported safely and securely to his home. You should understand that, once a slave is sold, we offer other services so that slaves can be collected from here or sent to their masters properly prepared exactly how the new master requires. This means that there may be additional modifications required; brands, tattoos, piercings, collars, cock cages, chains, adornments etc; anything is possible depending on the new master's tastes. Our slaves are the best merchandize available and we can satisfy the requirements of even the most discerning Master. You may bow and then take your place beside Master Abdul. But before that you will serve him a beer. Your servitude in this duty will be closely observed'.
I have watched slaves perform this service frequently and I know I must get it right. Attention to detail displaying my utter submission to their superiority must be demonstrated. I bow low and drop to my knees, placing my forehead to the floor. Then I crawl backwards, nose brushing the floor, to the table at the side of the room. Kneeling up I open a can of beer, hill a tall glass and walk back, head bowed, to stand before Abdul. I spread my legs as wide as I can and bow very low. Dropping to my knees I spread them wide before they touch the ground and offer the glass to Abdul, my head bowed between my outstretched arms. He takes the glass and I maintain the position. Again I am trembling, hoping desperately that I have performed as required.
'Take your place beside Master Abdul slave, Farook orders.
Quickly I kneel beside Abdul's chair like the slave who is still kneeling beside Farook's. After a brief conversation Abdul replaces his beer glass in my waiting hands and leaves the room leaving me kneeling, head bowed between my outstretched arms.