Mandrasat

MANDRASAT

Book One: My Name Is Shareem

Chapter One: January 17, 2003(cont'd).

Four guards moved Sean quickstep down the hallway toward a pair of fire doors. Two guards jumped ahead, shoving the doors open and pushing him onto a stairwell landing.

The guard pinning his hands behind his head released them and said, " Downstairs, slave." The guards double-timed their naked prisoner down two flights of stairs, laughing at the way his cock bounced up and down at each step, then shoved him through another set of fire doors at the bottom into a large room, the sight of which shriveled his balls like an arctic blast. He was in a dungeon. Eight cells faced each other, four each on opposite sides of the room. Chains, manacles, and whips of all kinds hung from hooks on the walls and ceiling. Large leather covered tables and chairs fitted with straps and cuffs were situated at either end of the room.

Still averse to turning his head, Sean's eyes darted from side to side as he was marched between the eight cells; four were occupied, each holding one prisoner, stripped naked as he was, but he could see no more before the guards came to a halt in front of an empty cell, one of the them pushed the door open and another shoved him inside.

"Do not make any trouble, slave," one of them growled. "I would very much enjoy teaching you proper behavior."

With memories of the agonies he had undergone in just the past hour still literally burning in his flesh, he knew better than to cause anyone with a cattle prod any trouble at all. He was shoved face first against the cell wall, his head pulled back and a steel ring snapped around his neck.

"This collar will remind you every day of your life that you are nothing but a slave," the guard sneered. "It is locked for good and can never be unlocked without the special key that only Master Shareem carries, and Master Shareem never unlocks a slave collar." Then he cuffed Sean's hands behind his back and shoved them up between his shoulder blades; a short chain was clamped at one end to a ring at the back of the steel collar and to the cuffs at the other, then he was spun around to face the guard who had threatened him.

"I will be on watch here for the next five hours," he snarled viciously, digging his fingers into Sean's testicles, "and if I hear anything that sounds like a word coming out of your mouth, I will drag my fucking cattle prod over every inch of your fucking body. Do you understand me, slave?"

Sean, teeth clenched and doubled over in pain, nodded, his guts twisted with fear and rage. Another guard brought a steel bowl into the cell and set it on the floor.

"This may not be what you are used to eating in the American Navy," the guard mocked, "but it is what slaves eat; it is what you will eat from now on, and it will keep you strong for all the jobs you have to perform." The other guards laughed out loud at that remark, but Sean did not even want to think about what it might mean. Then, as though some cue had been given to his body, his stomach growled and, in the midst of all his pain and humiliation, he suddenly felt weak with hunger. He hadn't eaten since well before the weight lifting competition the day before. After the guards left the cell, locking it behind them, Jeremy looked down at the bowl at his feet.

"It's a fuckin dog foodbowl," he thought disgustedly, "and what the fuck is that shit inside? It looks like puke, piss, and cum all mixed up together."

What Sean did not know was that a mixture of powerful herbal sedatives had also been blended into the unappetizing slime. Even though he would rather have puked his guts out than suck down the slop in front of him, his hunger was overwhelming him. Struggling, he got to his knees, bent over, and, choking and gagging, began to lick the gruesome muck from the bowl.

It was thick, like gluey mucous, and tasteless, and Sean tried to suppress the thought of what it looked like and what it felt like in his mouth, and sucking it out of the bowl was not only degrading, it was a revolting and nauseating experience. In spite of his feelings of revulsion, Sean discovered he was ravenously hungry, and this primal necessity overcame his disgust, and he lapped up the entire bowl of scum. When he finished, and to distract himself from thinking about the muck he had just consumed, he straightened up and took inventory of his surroundings.

The bare cell was perhaps seven feet by five feet; he estimated he could lay full length on the floor with a few inches to spare at either end, but not side to side without curling up into a tight ball. He saw a drainage hole in one corner, which he guessed passed for the head, and three feet above it, jutting out from the wall, a steel nozzle.

Sean crawled over on his knees to take a closer look at the nozzle and saw that it was a plunger type faucet. How else, he wondered, could he get water with his hands cuffed behind his back? Straddling the hole, and, while pissing into it, he leaned forward, closed his mouth around the nozzle, and began pumping his head back and forth and was rewarded with long spurts of lukewarm water.

He sucked on the nozzle for a lengthy period time, replenishing the liquid he had lost during Shareem's torture session. He also realized that the water was bulking up the slop he had just eaten, and he felt comfortably full, and that was perhaps the only good feeling he had. Vivid images in his mind of the agony Shareem's cattle prods had wreaked on his body amplified the sharp jolts of pain that still sliced spasmodically through his body, head to foot.

His cheeks and jaw throbbed and burned where Shareem had backhanded him, but in the midst of all this pain, he was beginning to feel exceedingly exhausted. He wanted to take a look at the prisoners in the neighboring cells; he wanted to worry about Jeremy being taken by Shareem's guards for the night, instead, he slumped to the floor, shut his eyes, and was gone.

At what seemed like the very next second, a blinding light and ear-shattering wail exploded all around him; he tried to stand, but his hands cuffed together behind his back and chained to the steel ring around his neck threw him off balance, and he fell forward, smashing his face to the floor. >From somewhere deep inside his being, a force rose up, countermanding his brain's order to his mouth, and Sean remembered at once where he was and what had happened to him. He clenched his jaw, stifling the curse rising in his throat. He did not scream. He did not curse. He remained mute.

Four guards appeared at his cell door, cattle prods in their hands. "It is morning, slave. Time to get up," one of them said. "Your training starts today." They unlocked the door and charged into his cell. "Your first lesson is to remember what Master Shareem taught you yesterday,"and he struck Sean' s shoulder with his cattle prod. All four guards hit him repeatedly with their prods as he screamed and tried to roll himself into a ball. They kicked him, continuing to hit him with their prods; when they stopped, they stood in a circle around him, laughing and watching as he howled and convulsed on the floor.

One of them grabbed his hair and cuffed wrists and hauled him moaning and sobbing to his feet and shoved him out of the cell and into the dungeon. He was scarcely able to move his legs, so two guards seized his elbows and shoulders and dragged him through a set of fire doors opposite the ones he had entered the night before and into a stairwell identical to the one he had been led down on his way to the dungeon. He was pushed through a second set of doors into another hallway and finally into a shower room where further torment awaited him.

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Six very tall, very muscular, black males, stark naked, wearing steel slave collars around their necks and large steel rings piercing their nipples and earlobes stood in the middle of the room. They were hairless, head to foot and glistened as though their bodies had been oiled.

"These Nubian slaves are your grooms for today," the lead guard said. " You are to be shaved and douched and made presentable for Master Shareem, and I advise you, slave, not to struggle unless you want to taste the kiss of our cattle prods again. And do not forget that you are completely naked to their touch." He then motioned for the slaves to come and take him.

The six black slaves ran forward grinning and snorting and pulled him over to the far wall, under the shower heads. "On your knees, slave," the guard ordered, but Sean did not have time to react before the Nubians had shoved him onto his knees, and fiery eruptions from his most recent session with the cattle prods shot through his body bringing a cry of pain from his lips.

One of the slaves turned on all of the showers, drenching himself, Sean, and the other slaves who were laughing now, grunting, and making animal noises. As water cold as ice pounded his body, a slave lathered Sean's head with soap and another began drawing a straight edge razor over his scalp. He had always kept his hair cut in the short military buzz called,"jarhead," so in a very few seconds, his was shaved completely bald. His face was lathered next, and two day's worth of blond stubble was expertly shaved away.

"On your back, slave," the guard shouted, but again, the Nubian slaves pulled him backwards,flat on the floor before he could respond. With his hands cuffed behind his back and chained to his slave collar, his upper body was immobilized. One of the black slaves knelt behind Sean's head,and, bending over, planted his hands firmly on his chest, giggling and chirping, and making sure his enormous genitals hung down, brushing across the sailor's nose and lips.

Two slaves on either side spread his legs and pinned him by his ankles and knees to the floor, and, as the showers beat down on the length of his body, the remaining slave, straddling his hips and rubbing his beefy tackle against Sean's, lathered and shaved his chest, belly, and pubes. The guards stood just beyond the spray of the showers, watching and holding their cattle prods ready.

Sean grunted loudly and began squirming when the slave grabbed and stretched his foreskin and began slowly drawing his razor along its shaft.

"Do not struggle, slave, the guard laughed, or you might lose something you would rather keep." The other guards laughed at Sean's predicament as the giggling slave slowly stroked the edge of his razor along the length of Sean's fully erect and rigid cock. He next shaved the sailor's scrotum clean.

His legs were raised and shaved from crotch to ankles, then bent and his knees pressed against his chest. His inner thighs were lathered, and he was shaved completely around his fully exposed hole; almost before he was aware of it happening, he was flipped over onto his belly. Razors scraped down his back, over and between his buttocks, and finally down the backs of his legs; finally he was hoisted onto his feet. Three more Nubian slaves had entered the shower room and were standing along a side wall, heads bowed, hands clasped behind their backs, grinning.

The guard ordered Sean to be brought to where he stood, then he released the chain from the steelcollar around his neck and unlocked his cuffs. " Hands out from your sides, slave," he ordered. "They still have to shave your arms and armpits." After the slaves had completed this last task,they were ordered to make sure there was no stubble or wild hairs left anywhere on Sean's body.

"Check every crease and crack," the guard sneered.

Starting with the top of his head, three of them ran their hands slowly over every inch of his body while two waited with razors if needed. Sean kept his eyes closed in rage and humiliation as the giggling Nubians rubbed their bodies as well as their hands over him; finally they nodded their heads in approval, chirping and grinning.

"Good," said the guard. "Douche him." Immediately two guards cuffed his hands behind his back again, snapping the short chain to collar and cuffs. The Nubian slaves shoved and dragged him out of the shower room, across the corridor, and into a latrine, a room less than half the size of the shower room with a line of drainage holes along the far wall. The place stank worse than a stockyard.

As they pulled him to the floor, bent his legs and pressed his knees against his chest, one of the guards walked up to a wall cupboard and removed a large jar of petroleum jelly and several plastic squeeze bottles topped with long, tapered applicators. He handed the bottles, filled with a clear liquid, and the gel to one of the Nubian slaves and said, "Three times."

The slave grinned and began chirping and snorting along with his fellows, then squatting down and facing Sean's anus, he started smearing the gel over and around and deep into his hole. When he had coated the squeeze bottle's applicator with gel, and with Sean looking on flabbergasted, he rammed it straight into the sailor's ass, squeezing the bottle forcefully, shooting a half quart of liquid deep into the his bowels.

"Do not shit until you are told to, slave," the guard snapped, "or you will be eating it off the floor. Grit your teeth until I say to shit." Sean obeyed, grinding his teeth together, forcing his sphincter and gut muscles to remain closed and groaning as the cramping in his guts intensified.

After what seemed an interminable length of time, the guard ordered the Nubians to squat Sean over a hole in the floor and hold him tightly in place, then roared, "Now shit," and slapped him hard across the face.

He cried out loudly as the contents of his bowels exploded down the hole; the spasms continued for several minutes even after his movement ceased.

"Again," the guard ordered,and the Nubians repeated the douching two more times.

When Sean had finished his third convulsive movement, and only the clear liquid shot down the hole, the Nubians pulled him to his feet, dragged him back to the shower room, where, after the guards had removed his cuffs, began vigorously scrubbing him under the deluge of cold water head to foot, giggling and laughing and playing with his body.

He was constantly aware of the proximity of the guards and their cattle prods, but nine heavily muscled Nubians could do pretty much anything with his body they wished, with or without armed guards around, and they did. They chewed and sucked on his nipples, jammed fingers up his ass, did everything with lips, teeth, and tongues except, on direct orders from the head guard, allow him full orgasm.

After watching the Nubians play with Sean for several minutes and laughing and joking about it with his comrades, the head guard ordered him to be brought in front of him and to raise his arms above his head, then walked slowly around him. "Bend over and grab your ankles, slave," he growled, and motioned for two of the Nubians to spread his buttocks wide. Sean grunted, shifting his weight from foot to foot as the guard fingered his hole.

"Nice and clean," he said, " and ready to do its duty." As the other guards laughed, he ordered Sean to stand up and move out.

He was quick marched out of the shower room and into the stairwell and up two flights of stairs to what he assumed was the building's main floor. The guards returned him to the room in which his first encounter with Shareem had taken place, and Shareem was there waiting for him with half a dozen guards, each with a cattle prod in hand.

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"Now you are starting to look more like a proper slave," he said, " except for your pasty white cock and ass, but a few days of hard labor under our desert sun will take care of that. Stand over there," he ordered, indicating the wall to Sean's left, then he told one of the guards in Arabic to, "fetch the other one."

Turning back to Sean, he said, "We will be making a few `adjustments' in your appearance, "he smiled menacingly. "For one thing, you have yet to be circumcised."

The pit of Sean's stomach froze instantly, paralyzed by his long standing irrational fear of forced circumcision.

"We will attend to that in due course," Shareem concluded.

He then told one of the guards to pin Sean's arms behind his back, and two guards to stand on either side of him, prods ready.

"I think he is still a bit skittish," he chuckled, stepping in front of him. "One day very soon, slave, you will not even blink an eye when your master enjoys his ownership over your body. In fact, you will look forward to it."

Then he began to finger Sean's nipples, rolling and tugging them, generating a cascade of electric sensations that surged down through the prisoner's belly and washed over his genitals. His two nubs went rigid, hard as stones; Shareem sucked and chewed on them causing Sean to moan and writhe under an unremitting assault of teeth and tongue and his cock to spring full length rigid.

"Ah, yes," Shareem gloated, massaging the underside of Sean's swollen cockhead with his fingers, "my new slave enjoys nipple play. We shall note that in his dossier."

Then Shareem stood back,squeezing Sean's nipples again between his thumbs and forefingers. "Excellent," he said. "these brown beauties will take ringssplendidly."

At that moment, the door burstopen and Jeremy was propelled into the room by three grinning guards. Sean could only gape at what he saw. Jeremy had also been shaved head to foot and wore the same kind of steel slave collar as Sean's with the same small rings front and rear; his hands were cuffed behind his back, but it was the shape he was in that caused Sean to cringe.

His friend's face was bruised and battered and his right eye was swollen almost completely shut; his lips were split and puffed, and, as evidenced by numerous welts and bruises, he had obviously taken a heavy beating from his chest to his knees.

Shareem made him turn around so everyone in the room could see his buttocks reddened from intense and repeated flogging, then he ordered the guards to bend him over and spread his cheeks to expose his inflamed hole.

Fury exploded in Sean's guts, enraged at seeing that his friend had not only been beaten, but had been viciously gang raped by Shareem's guards. He craved overwhelmingly to pulverize Shareem on the spot with his fists, but the agonizingly vivid memory of his own punishments and the hopelessness of their situation allowed him only to boil and seeth inside.

"And how did your overnight guest behave himself? "Shareem asked one of the guards in English. "I hope he was a considerate guest."

"Well, Master Shareem," the guard responded also in English, "at first he did not appreciate very well our hospitality, but after we explained at length our customs, he was more than willing to show his appreciation." Shareem and the other guards laughed out loud.

"And have you instructed him sufficiently in our customs," he asked the head guard, "so that he might demonstrate his knowledge on this other slave I captured with him?"

"Yes, Master Shareem. Most assuredly," then he motioned for the guards standing beside Jeremy to move him directly in front of Sean and uncuff his wrists. "On your knees, slave," he shouted, and Jeremy instantly dropped to the floor. Sean was startled by Jeremy's immediate compliance with the guard' s command, and feared what it might portend for his own future.

Two additional guards moved in on either side of Sean, their cattle prods poised to strike. Tears welled up in Jeremy's eyes as he bent forward to tongue the foreskin of Sean's limp cock, then, stretching the curtain of skin back, began to suck on his friend's blossoming cockhead.

Sean froze; his best friend, his buddy, was kneeling in front of him bruised and beaten, and sucking his cock, and all around him, motherfucking guards with their motherfucking cattle prods, and he couldn't do a thing about it. He might as well have been tied to a stake. In spite of his best efforts, his cock began to harden inside Jeremy's mouth, as he began doing things to it with his teeth and tongue and lips that no Bangkok whore had ever done.

Jeremy rubbed his hands over Sean's ass and into his crack, fingering his hole as he slid his mouth back and forth along his cock, scraping his tongue under its head. Sean himself fought an overpowering desire to grab Jeremy's smooth, shaved head and thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deep down into his throat.

With all his strength heresisted the furnace belching fire from his balls and cock and through the pit of his stomach; with sweat glistening over his entire body, he forced himself to remain motionless, teeth clenched, unable to control his cock, but refusing as best he could to allow himselfto become possessed by it.

Ultimately, resistance became impossible, and with a loud cry of ecstasy and anguish and, with violent spasms, volley after volley of cum ripped out of Sean's cockhead, his entire body violently shuddering with each convulsion much to the delight of Shareem and his guards. When his load had finally been spent, he hunched over Jeremy's body,wrapping his arms around his friend' s shoulders, and moaning, laid his cheek against Jeremy's back, his tears mixing with his friend's sweat.

"Excellent," Shareem chortled, "can he demonstrate what else he has learned about our customs?" He said, sneering at the captives kneeling in front of him, their arms around each other.

"Yes, Master Shareem. I will arrange it at once." He then ordered guards to pull the two apart. Slamming his boot into Jeremy's buttock, he shouted, "Knees and forehead to the floor, slave." Turning to Sean, he shouted, "Get over there and fuck that slave's ass." Sean immediately scurried away, backing up against the wall.

"Do I understand you refuse my order?" the guard snarled. Sean remained silent, then the guard nodded to those standing around Jeremy, who immediately hit him with their cattle prods. Jeremy collapsed, convulsing on the floor, screaming in agony.

Sean was horrified at the pain he had apparently caused his friend, and, as though he were reading his thoughts, the guard said, "Every time you refuse to obey my order, this slave will suffer. Now, go and fuck his ass." Again Sean hesitated, and again a barrage of prods rained down on Jeremy's defenseless body. Sean hurled himself across the room to his sobbing friend and tenderly helped him to his knees.

"Oh, Jesus," he railed insilence. "I've got to fuck you Jeremy. I've got to fuck your ass or they'll kill you with those fucking prods. Motherfuckers! Goddamn motherfuckers!"

Kneeling behind Jeremy, his arms wrapped around his friend's chest, he hoped his groans would convey his hatred at what he was being forced to do. He closed his mouth on the base of Jeremy's neck and moaning deeply, stroked it with his tongue. He gently massaged Jeremy's bruised stomach and abs with his finger tips, finally cupping his hands around his friend's genitals.

Jeremy knew what Sean was trying to communicate, and he loved him for it, but he also knew and had known ever since the first time he'd seen him naked that he hung one of the biggest, thickest cocks in the Navy, and, still in agony after taking Shareem's guards up his ass all night, he was terrified at the thought of the pain Sean's monster shaft might inflict. Nonetheless, to let him know his awareness of his friend'smisery, Jeremy bent over and touched his head to the floor.

"Bravo!" Shareem shouted. "Bravo! That is excellent progress."

Sean seethed with rage; he wanted to kill Shareem on the spot. He wanted to rip the bastard's motherfucking Arab tongue out of his motherfucking Arab head. He wanted to kill all these motherfucking Arab sons of bitches, and he didn't care if they seared his skin off with their motherfuckingcattle prods, but he did care about Jeremy. That was the only thing that kept him from hurling himself at Shareem's throat.

"Oh my poor Jeremy," hemoaned in the silence of his mind. "I got no choice." He spread Jeremy's buttocks and stared at his ravaged hole, and without a second thought, closed his mouth over it, and using his tongue, began gently caressing its inflamed lips.

Jeremy groaned at the intensity of the pain as Sean's tongue began to penetrate further and further, all the while caressing his buttocks. Sean hoped that Jeremy would remain calm and relaxed as he grasped him by his hips and rose slowly to a crouch and began sliding his cock gently back and forth in his friend's crack, willing it this time to harden.

At last, he touched his cockhead to the lips of Jeremy's hole, surprised at how hot it felt; then remembering the entire opening was swollen and inflamed and would naturally feel hot, he grasped Jeremy's hips tighter and began to press himself cautiously forward.

As Sean slowly shoved himself in deeper, Jeremy struggled to remain loose the way the guards hadforced him to learn the night before, but the very movement of Sean'sthick, rigid spike through his hole wasexcruciating, as though his innards were being ripped apart with sandpaper. He gritted his teeth and sobbed uncontrollably, but there wasn't just the pain; as the searing pressure increased, there was also the ecstasy, the thrill of actually feeling his friend burying himself inside his body, inside his very being, not seeking to brutalize, but to comfort and reassure.

The edges of the experience were ablaze with pain, but at its core was a breathlessness of pleasure, and Jeremy wanted to give pleasure back.

"Oh, Jesus," Sean agonized,"if I hate this so much, if I hate doing this so much, if I hate myself so much, why does it feel so good?"

When his thighs rested against Jeremy's ass, he bent completely over, resting his chest and head on Jeremy's back and shoulders, his own ass split wide open like a melon, his hole fully exposed, his legs spread, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet, hips slowly and rhythmically grinding against Jeremy's buttocks. Suddenly the head guard yanked off his belt, walked up behind Sean and cracked it hard across his buttocksand hole.

"I said fuck his ass, not take a walk. Let me see your ass move," and he cracked his beltagain, causing Sean to cry out and propelling him into Jeremy'shole up to the hilt.

Immediately, Jeremy's gut muscles snapped shut around Sean's distended cock and he began thrashing about on it, pumping his ass like a piston, slamming it against Sean's thrusts, then pulling hard against the imprisoned shaft.

Sean groaned loudly, and, as though they had minds of their own, his hips ground faster and faster against Jeremy's ass, and the heat caused by the friction of Jeremy's clenched gut muscles and his wild rocking and bucking against his cock dragged Sean mindlessly over the edge.

Forgotten were the agonies he had suffered, the degradation and humiliation since he first came to after his capture, forgotten too the fear and confusion that wracked his brain when Shareem claimed him as a slave. For this suspended instant, the only reality was his raging cock, plowed deep inside Jeremy's ass, and the heat flaming up from his balls.

Jeremy squeezed Sean's cock so tightly that his cum felt like it was trapped in a searing lavapool between cock and balls, and, as the pressure to erupt increased, the intense heat and pain brought savage growls and ragged cries from his lips.

Shareem's crotch bulged enormously, as did each guard's in the room; they grabbed atthemselves, the dark spots of precum hidden by the camouflage designon their fatigue pants. Then, accompanied by loud cries, Sean'scock erupted, salvos of his hot cum ripping through it, exploding into Jeremy's guts. Each wild spasm brought a new cry,until his grinding hips began to slow and the eruptions dwindled and moans replaced cries that blended with Jeremy's.

They collapsed onto the floortogether, drenched with sweat, moaning, sobbing, gasping for air,Sean still writhing on top, still buried deep inside Jeremy.

The room remained silent forseveral minutes, Shareem and his guards spellbound by the incendiary scene played out in front of them by these two incredsibly handsome and muscular captives. Shareem then ordered the guards to pull the two apart, have Jeremy suck Sean's cum smeared cock clean, and prepare them for transport to Mandrasat.

After Shareem left the room and Jeremy had completed his assigned task, the guards dragged him and Sean to their feet. Over the two days of their captivity, they had learned the futility and agonizing consequences of resistance, so they did not struggle as their wrists were cuffed behind their backs and reattached by chain to their slave collars. They did try, out of reflex only, to pull away as cloth gags were forced into their mouths, which brought quick retribution, as the guards viciously rammed their fists into their stomachs.

With gags tied securely inplace, and their captors roughly pushing them through the door, Sean and Jeremy were marched down the corridor, across the stairwell landing and on to the far end of the building, through a set of outer doors and onto a loading dock where, in the rising heat of a desert morning, Sean's guts froze in panic.

Six small animal cages were set along the edge of the loading dock; four of them contained one naked, male prisoner each; the tops of the two empty cages were open, and Sean and Jeremy were pushed along toward them. They were each forced to climb into a cage and sit down, drawing their knees back to their chests while their ankles were shackled to bars on either side.

One of the guards grabbed Sean by the back of the neck, pushing his head down and snapping the top of the cage shut. It was a very tight fit for his six foot four inch frame. The cage could not have been more than three and a half feet long, if that, less in height, and perhaps two and a half feet wide.

"Do they not look pretty,"one of the guards taunted. "Like presents going off to the sheik's palace." The rest of the guards hooted and laughed aloud, andanother sneered, "You mean off to the sheik's riding school." This brought more laughter.

Even though tightly doubledover, Sean could turn his head freely from side to side and see whatwas happening. To his right, Jeremy, also chained by his ankles to bars on either side of his cage, his shoulders heaving as he sobbed. To his left, the prisoner in the cage next to his, but only the shackled feet of the caged prisoner next to him.

His neighbor in misery, naked, shaved head to foot, gagged, cuffed, and chained, appeared to be roughly the same age and size as Sean and Jeremy and looked completely traumatized, staring at the floor of his cage, eyes wide with terror, a slave collar around his neck. Sean could hear one or two of the other prisoners down the line sobbing into their gags like Jeremy.

He fought hard against the dread and despair welling up inside his guts. He deliberately refused to believe all the slave crap that Shareem, if that was his real name, had been spouting, but his mind forced him to take a realistic look at his situation. He was naked, his body completelyshaved; he was bound and gagged, chained by his ankles to the bars of an animal cage; he was wearing a slave collar, and he'd been beaten, tortured, and forced to fuck his best friend in the ass. He was living a nightmare, an excruciatingly painful nightmare.

"This can't be happening,"he thought. "It can't be, but, Jesus, it is."

Suddenly a large openbed military truck with a canvas roof roared into the loading area, and as it backed up to the dock, Sean's guts froze again, and he heard muffled wails coming from some of the neighboring cages. It was no great stretch to figure this truck would be taking them all to their fate.

Over the noise of the truck's engine, one of the guards hollered, "Here comes the doctor," andSean turned his head and saw a pudgy, middle aged Arab man walking along the dock toward them; he was not dressed in a military fashion,but wore the red and white checkered headscarf prevalent in that part of the world and a white smock over his shirt and trousers. He carried a black medical satchel, which added to Sean's sense of foreboding.

The man did not speak, but placed the satchel on top of Jeremy's cage, opened it, and, while Sean watched from his cage, removed a small black case from which he extracted a hypodermic needle, then, kneeling down on one knee, plunged the needle into Jeremy's upper arm, discharging its clear golden liquid into his body. Jeremy whimpered, but made no other sound.

The man next moved to Sean's cage, took a new needle from the black case, and repeated the procedure. He made the same stop without saying a word at each of the other prisoners' cages.

By the time he had finished injecting the last captive, Jeremy had fallen forward in his cage unconscious, and Sean was aware only of roaring thunder in his head and a hot prickling sensation rippling across his body, then from the floor of his cage, darkness swiftly whirlpooled up around him, and he was gone.

Shareem entered the dock area just as Sean slumped over. He stood by the first cage, observing theguards as they began moving the other cages onto the truck.

"Veryprofitable," he mused as the guards secured the cages in place on the truck with cables. "Very profitable indeed. Six healthy slaves for the auction block, all prime specimens, well muscled, and this time, all Americans."

Then his face darkened and he scowled."Very soon," he thought to himself, "that arrogant race will hand over its young males to me simply to avoid its own extermination." Then with a hiss of disdain, he leapt onto thetruck to inspect the cages and their unconscious contents more closely. Tugging on the cables to assure himself that they were fastened securely, he moved from cage to cage, inventorying the sedated prisoners within.

"The American sailors who thought they were invincible; a stupid, bourgeois university student who fantasized about becoming a Mujahid warrior.

A young fool who actually believed he had been summoned from Chicago to direct the Royal Qassir Bank, and lastly, two construction workers from the oilfields of Qumran, who engaged in one drunken brawl too many; well, from now on they and the rest of these slaves will fight in combat pits for the amusement of their masters.

"Six fools," he smirked "Six among many."

He folded his arms across his chest and looking over his cargo, nodded his head. "These six will easily go for well over two hundred thousand, maybe more, plus." he smiled, "many additional hundreds of thousands from their deposits into Mandrasat's sperm bank." He discovered he was drooling which surprised even him, and he laughed aloud, stepped off thetruck, and began walking toward the far end of the dock where a black Mercedes waited

Four of the guards jumped onto the truck to accompany the slaves to their ultimate destination andto make sure no problems arose. The guards remaining at the loadingdock slammed the truck's tail gate shut, tied its canvas sides and back in place, and shouted to the driver to be on his way, and with that, the fate of the six unconscious prisoners inside had indeed been sealed.

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............................................ Suddenly a large openbedmilitary truck with a canvas roof roared into the loading area, andas it backed up to the dock, Sean's guts froze again, and he heardmuffled wails coming from some of the neighboring cages. It was nogreat stretch to figure this truck would be taking them all to theirfate. Over the noise of the truck'sengine, one of the guards hollered, "Here comes the doctor," andSean turned his head and saw a pudgy, middle aged Arab man walkingalong the dock toward them; he was not dressed in a military fashion,but wore the red and white checkered headscarf prevalent in that partof the world and a white smock over his shirt and trousers. Hecarried a black medical satchel, which added to Sean's sense offoreboding. The man did not speak, butplaced the satchel on top of Jeremy's cage, opened it, and, whileSean watched from his cage, removed a small black case from which heextracted a hypodermic needle, then, kneeling down on one knee,plunged the needle into Jeremy's upper arm, discharging its cleargolden liquid into his body. Jeremy whimpered, but made no othersound. The man next moved to Sean 'scage, took a new needle from the black case, and repeated theprocedure. He made the same stop without saying a word at each ofthe other prisoners' cages. By the time he had finishedinjecting the last captive, Jeremy had fallen forward in his cageunconscious, and Sean was aware only of roaring thunder in his headand a hot prickling sensation rippling across his body, then from thefloor of his cage, darkness swiftly whirlpooled up around him, and hewas gone. Shareem entered the dock areajust as Sean slumped over. He stood by the first cage, observing theguards as they began moving the other cages onto the truck. "Veryprofitable," he mused as the guards secured the cages in place onthe truck with cables. "Very profitable indeed.

Six healthyslaves for the auction block, all prime specimens, well muscled, andthis time, all Americans." Then his face darkened and he scowled."Very soon," he thought to himself, "that arrogant race willhand over its young males to me simply to avoid its ownextermination." Then with a hiss of disdain, he leapt onto thetruck to inspect the cages and their unconscious contents moreclosely. Tugging on the cables to assure himself that they werefastened securely, he moved from cage to cage, inventorying thesedated prisoners within. "The American sailors whothought they were invincible; a stupid, bourgeois university studentwho fantasized about becoming a Mujahid warrior. A young fool whoactually believed he had been summoned from Chicago to direct theRoyal Qassir Bank, and lastly, two construction workers from the oilfields of Qumran, who engaged in one drunken brawl too many; well,from now on they and the rest of these slaves will fight in combatpits for the amusement of their masters. "Six fools," he smirked "Six among many." He folded his arms across hischest and looking over his cargo, nodded his head. "These six willeasily go for well over two hundred thousand, maybe more, plus." hesmiled, "many additional hundreds of thousands from their depositsinto Mandrasat's sperm bank." He discovered he was droolingwhich surprised even him, and he laughed aloud, stepped off thetruck, and began walking toward the far end of the dock where a blackMercedes waited

Four of the guards jumped ontothe truck to accompany the slaves to their ultimate destination andto make sure no problems arose. The guards remaining at the loadingdock slammed the truck's tail gate shut, tied its canvas sides andback in place, and shouted to the driver to be on his way, and withthat, the fate of the six unconscious prisoners inside had indeedbeen sealed.

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MANDRASAT is very much a 'WorkUnder Construction,' and I would appreciate hearing your thoughts andsuggestions should you choose to continue reading through the story. Please email your comments to Pete Brown petebrownuk@yahoo.com