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As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Texas Slave Market
Chapter 10
"On your feet, slave!"
E754 looked up from the corner where it was sitting to see a large guard at the door to its cage. The man struck an imposing form in the bright lights that shone above. He held a wooden baton in one hand and swung it so it hit the bars and made them ring as it ran from side to side.
"Are you deaf?" the man shouted as he grabbed a ring full of keys and slotted the correct one in the cage door to open it.
As the door swung open, the slave on the ground grunted and pulled itself to its feet.
"That's better," the guard said as he bent down and removed the slave's leg chains from the bolt on the concrete floor.
E754 watched as the large man stood and gestured to it by wiggling his finger.
"Now, step forward. And no funny business. I am in no mood. I'll shock the hell out of those balls of yours."
The slave bit down on the gag in its mouth in frustration and stepped forward. Two metal rings surrounded its ankles, and the heavy chain that connected them dragged along the concrete floor as its large, furry feet moved forward. When it reached the threshold and stepped into the hallway, the guard put his hand up and held it against the slave's chest. He then stood eye to eye with it.
"Now listen," the guard said with a deep, menacing tone. "I know what you did in the outside world. I am quite sure you are looking for any opportunity to escape. Don't fuck with me. I've sent bigger slaves than you to the hospital for misbehaving."
The guard reached down, grabbed E754's balls, and squeezed them hard. The slave's face contorted when it felt the pain.
"I'm a sadist, and I would love to teach you a lesson or two," the guard said with a smile. "Are you going to give me that chance?"
The slave's fists were balled behind it as it felt the pressure of the man's hand grip tighter. Its testicles were being crushed. It could feel this man's power and knew better than to push its luck. It stared forward and shook its head from side to side. The guard frowned.
"And here I was hoping to bust your balls a little."
Releasing the large orbs, the guard stepped back and then twirled his finger in the air.
"Turn around, slave. I need to unlock your arms."
E754 grunted as it complied. It felt the lock give way, and its hands fell to its sides for the first time in over a day. Pain shot through its limbs as a pins and needles feeling soon followed. It then turned to see the guard smiling again.
"Now, hold your arms out."
The slave complied as a heavy short chain was connected to the two metal rings around its wrists. The length was enough that it could raise and lower its arms but secure enough that it would have reduced dexterity.
"I am here to lead you to the auction, slave," the guard growled. "You will remain quiet and do as you are told. Is that understood?"
E754 sneered but nodded its head in the affirmative.
"Let's go," the guard said as he grabbed E754's upper arm and led it down the hallway.
The two walked through several doorways and down another long hall until they reached a large room. Inside, slaves were lined up in several rows, with a guard for every three of them nearby. A flat monitor was mounted to one wall, listing a series of letters and numbers sorted into several columns. The guard led E754 to the end of one row and directed it to stand beside a small but stout slave.
"Wait here until you are called," the guard said as he released his grip and walked to a table at the front where several men were talking.
The fifty naked slaves that had been assembled were all wearing red tags in their ears. There were five in each row, with five rows on the left side of the room and five on the right. They were of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Some looked scared to death, while others looked defiant. Some were hairy, and others were smooth. Some were hung, while others had genitals that seemed tiny, almost feminine in appearance.
E754 scanned the room around it. It had learned to scope out an area quickly to know where the exits were and assess risks. There were guards everywhere. The only way in and out of the room was the door it had entered and another behind the table full of men at the front. Guards were constantly moving up and down the rows, and each had a baton in their hand and a watch that could activate the rings around the slave's cocks.
"Attention!" said a man behind the desk at the front. "We are almost ready to begin. As your slave number is highlighted on the screen behind me, you will be brought forward and into the auction area. Remain quiet and obey instructions. Once on the stage, the auction process will only take a few minutes. Upon a purchasing bid, you will be led to the processing area, where you will meet your new master. I know some of you are about ready to piss yourself. Well, suck it up. You might not be men, but I expect you to act like professional slaves! We have a reputation to keep here. For those of you looking to escape, I want you to look around. Every guard here can put you to the ground. Only one slave has ever escaped this facility, and when it was found, it was immediately terminated. Do you understand?"
E754 grunted into its gag with the rest of its fellow slaves as the man smiled. A loud horn then sounded and echoed through the entire facility.
"The auction has begun!" the man said as he looked up at the screen behind him and saw the first combination of letters and numbers highlighted. "A812, you are up!"
The guards moved down a row and grabbed a tall but thin slave with smooth skin and a buzzed head of dark hair. Its balls, while not huge, hung so low that they swung back and forth like a pendulum as it was pulled from the room. After several minutes, the next number came up, and another was taken away. In that way, one by one, each slave was led through the door at the front of the room. The process was efficient and orderly, with each slave taken at intervals of no more than five minutes apart.
Over an hour passed before E754's number appeared on the screen.
"E754!" the man behind the desk called out.
The large slave took a deep breath as two guards approached it, and each grabbed an arm. It was then led down the center of the room, around the desk, and through the door at the front. In the hall beyond, the slave could hear a cacophony of sounds. A stale, warm blast of air hit its naked body. Black curtains were hung in front, and where they parted, steps led up to a raised platform. Lights were shining from the ceiling, and they nearly blinded the slave as it was led onto the stage.
As it emerged, E754 saw a podium to its left and beyond the stage it stood on, a large space that contained rows upon rows of chairs filled with men talking and gawking at it. The guards on either side led it forward to where a chain with a large hook was suspended from the ceiling. One of the guards grabbed the slave's wrists and looped the heavy chain that connected them over the hook, which then retracted towards the ceiling, causing the slave to be hoisted upward. The slave grunted as it felt its arms extend above its head and its body pulled up onto its tiptoes. It was now displayed like a slab of meat before the crowd. A man behind the podium on the stage then spoke.
"Our next slave is E754!" the auctioneer announced. "This red-tagged slave is half Hispanic and Half Irish. Note the dense, muscled appearance, bronzed skin, and the fur that covers most of its body. It is a convicted criminal from West Texas and has severe attitude issues. However, as you can see, it is well-built and has an impressive set of balls."
The slave was slowly spinning on the hook above it when it felt a metal probe on its ass. As one of the guards shoved it in, E754 screamed into its gag. When the electricity was applied to its prostate, its cock filled with blood and pulsed as it danced on its toes. A roar of surprise came from the crowd.
"How about that, folks!" the auctioneer replied as the probe was removed and the slave's body tensed. "As you can see, it's the perfect breeding specimen. It has a high sex drive, hormone levels off the scale, and its loads are potent and virile. Who will start the bid at $4,000 for this bull?"
E754 felt humiliated. As its body hung for the crowd, it bit down hard on the gag and pulled at the chains between its wrists. It was hot, and sweat was dripping down its hairy chest and hitting the floor below. Its muscles tensed and quivered, and it danced on its toes in frustration. It was almost brought to tears. It was infuriated that it was being objectified and treated with disrespect. The rage inside built with every second.
"$9,750, folks!" the auctioneer shouted. "We have $9,750 as the current bid. We can go higher, folks! I assure you that you won't find a better specimen in the lot!"
"10,000!" came a shout from the floor below.
E754 looked down and into the audience. It could not distinguish who the voice belonged to, but it sounded familiar.
"Ten thousand!' the auctioneer replied. "Amazing! Can we go higher?"
The crowd murmured, but no other bids came in.
"Ten thousand going once!" the auctioneer shouted. "Going twice! Sold!"
The auctioneer banged a gavel on the podium, and then the chain that suspended E754 in the air was lowered till the slave was brought to its feet again, and its arms were allowed to fall. The two guards quickly reappeared on either side of the slave, and then it was spun around and brought across the stage and down another set of stairs.
E754 was in a daze now. As its bare feet hit the concrete floor again, it was brought down several more corridors until it reached a cooler area that looked more industrial. Pipes and curtains were suspended from the ceiling, and the slave was brought over to one side of the room. There, it saw a line of slaves all suspended from a long pole by their wrists.
"Face me!" the guard said as he lifted E754's arm and used a large rod with a hook on the end to loop the chain that connected the slave's wrists and then pull it into a metal carabineer attached to a pipe above. It was just high enough to keep the slave's arms above its head but still allowed it to stand on the floor. The slave was then directed down to stand next to another thinner slave.
"Fuck you, bitch," E754 said in frustration into its gag.
"Well, ain't that sweet," the guard replied with a smile as he lightly tapped the slave's face. "It is trying to talk back."
E754 tried to lunge at the man, but it only managed to lose its balance and dance on its toes.
"Have a good life as a slave," the guard said with a laugh as he turned and left.
With all its might, E754 pulled until its body lifted from the ground. It tried to shift and move the chain between its wrists but it was latched tight to the pole above. There was no way to release it. In frustration, it let its body fall again and then turned to look at the slaves hanging next to it. They just looked back at it blankly. They were defeated and hung quietly.
"Pussies," it thought.
E754 hung on the pole for over thirty minutes, watching as the slaves that had been hung previously were taken away, and new ones were brought in and hung behind it. As each one was removed, the remaining slaves were slid down the pole by the guards. Like meat on a hook in a slaughterhouse, they were kept suspended until needed.
Eventually, it was E754's turn to be removed. The slave was pushed down the line. It walked partially on the balls of its feet as the chains above kept it suspended. The guards helped it navigate several bends and twists in the rail system until it was brought to a holding area surrounded by curtains. The guards spun the slave until it faced a large covered glass window, then closed the curtains and left it alone.
After a few minutes, light poured through the window that E754 faced as curtains parted in another adjacent room. The slave could see two figures beyond. One was a thin man dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. He was carrying an electronic pad. Beside him stood the large black man who had talked to E754 earlier in the day. A speaker was activated that allowed the slave to hear everything that was said in the other room.
"Welcome!" said the thin man. "You must be Lewis!"
"That's me," the larger man replied as he handed a small card to the thin man.
The thin man took the card, placed it in a reader on his tablet, and brought up the sales information. Satisfied that the information was correct, they both turned to look at E754.
"This is your slave," the thin man said. "An impressive specimen. I congratulate you on your purchase. You indicated you wanted modifications made. What do you have in mind?"
Lewis smiled as he raised his voice so E754 could hear him clearly.
"This slave is going to join my collection of milking bulls. I need a standard port implanted in its upper arm to access its circulatory system."
"Very well," the thin man replied.
"Go ahead and give it a treatment of Zirtran B," Louis said. "I want those testicles supercharged and ready when it is delivered."
"We can do that," the thin man said as he typed on his pad. "It will take about a week, but the drug should make his balls ready to burst by the time you pick him up."
"Also, I want the custom metal belt package with complete coverage," Lewis added.
"Yes, we have that order from your previous purchase," the thin man said. "I will ensure it looks similar to your other purchases."
"Excellent," Lewis replied. "And shave and dip him as well. I don't like the look of that beard or his body hair."
"Always a good choice," the thin man said. "We will include the full bath and wash it after. And I see we have your brand on file. Will there be anything else?"
"Nope," Lewis said as he moved towards the window separating him from E754.
The large black man smiled as he tapped on the glass.
"I'm looking forward to adding you to the stable."
E754 sneered in response, and spit dripped from the outside of its gag and down the dark hair of his beard.
"Your slave will be ready next Monday for pickup," the thin man said, extending his hand. "Thank you for shopping at the Texas Slave Market."
Lewis turned and shook the man's hand as the window curtain closed, and E754 was left in the dim light of the waiting area.
Several minutes passed before the curtains around the waiting area were opened again, and two men appeared. E754 was unhooked from the rod that it was hanging from and then directed down a corridor. The slave jerked its arms in an attempt to break free, but the two men had a vice grip on the slave.
"Fuck!" E754 screamed as it dragged its feet in a last-ditch effort to rebel.
"I have to admit this is one of the largest and strongest slaves we have had to process today, Jim," said one of the men.
"Yeah, but that is what they pay us for, right, Leo?" said the other.
The two men picked up and dragged the slave down to the end of the hallway and through a door on the left. Inside, the walls were painted white, and the floor was tiled. It was cool and sterile, and the smell of disinfectant hung in the air. To the right, a metal gurney had been prepped with clean linen and large leather straps attached to the sides.
"Damn, look at the size of this one!" said a male nurse in medical scrubs.
"We are gonna need your help with his legs, mate," Leo said to the nurse.
"And watch it," added Jim. "It will probably try to kick you."
The two men hoisted the upper body of the slave into the air as the nurse grabbed E754's large legs. As expected, the slave began to kick and thrash, and the nurse almost lost his balance as E754 was brought up and over to the bed and laid down. Instantly, Jim grabbed the leather straps and brought them over the chest of the slave and its arms and legs. He cinched the restraints as tight as possible.
"There we go," Jim said with a huff as he stepped back and wiped his brow. "It's all yours now."
"Thanks, guys," the nurse said as the two men smiled and left the room.
E754 struggled on the gurney, but it was going nowhere. The nurse just smiled and prepped the slave's arm for an IV. After wiping the area with an alcohol swab, he quickly found the slave's vein and, with one swift movement, shoved the large bore needle in and strapped it in place.
"There we go," the nurse said as he started a saline drip. "And now it is time to get you calmed down."
E754 was nearly foaming at the mouth at this point. It seethed as it bit down hard on the gag in its mouth. It watched as the nurse turned and grabbed a pre-prepared syringe and injected it into a port in its IV line. A cool flush ran through the slave's veins, and instantly, it felt its head begin to spin. Seconds later, its body relaxed, and its breathing slowed.
"That is much better!" the nurse said as he leaned over and unstrapped and removed the gag from the slave's mouth.
Deep teeth marks could be seen in the hard rubber as the ball was pulled out.
"Damn!" the nurse said as he put the gag to the side. "I rarely see slaves strong enough to pierce the material this is made of. But at least you are calmer now."
E754 could comprehend everything happening around it, but it could not react. It was as if it was watching a film or movie. It felt as though it was floating inside its body.
The nurse rubbed antiseptic over the slave's upper arm and then brought out a razor. After applying a cream, he carefully shaved the skin completely smooth from the dense body hair that covered it. He then wiped more antiseptic over the area and used an instrument that scanned and located the veins under the skin, which were marked with a sterile pen.
"There we go!" the nurse said as he put the instruments away.
"How are we coming in here?" said a doctor who entered the room.
"Prepped and ready!" the nurse said.
"Procedure?" the doctor asked.
"Circulatory port implantation," the nurse replied. "The arm has been shaved, sanitized, and marked."
"Excellent," the doctor said as he inspected E754's arm. "This won't take long at all. You can wheel him back."
"Yes, Sir," the nurse said as he moved to the front of the gurney and unlocked the wheels. E754 looked above him and watched as the overhead lights passed by. It was pushed into another hallway and down into an operating room prepared for it. It was frigid in the room, and the slave's body hair stood on end. A large sheet was brought over E754's body, leaving the arm exposed, which was unstrapped and pulled out at an angle.
"Push the sedative," the doctor said as other nurses moved around.
Seconds later, E754's eyes snapped shut, and it lost consciousness.
It was late in the evening before E754 woke again. It was still woozy, and it noticed that its naked body had been placed in a large medical bed. Its ankles and wrists had restraints on them that were tied to the bed frame. Curtains surrounded it, and it could still smell the disinfectant in the air. It looked at its right arm and noticed a silver metal implant attached to its skin. Two small ports extended out from it and were attached to tubing that ran up and into a machine next to the bed. A cloudy fluid was being pumped out of the machine and into its arm.
"Fuck," E754 groaned.
As the slave became more conscious, it quickly noticed that all the hair on its body was gone. It even felt the cool air on its clean-shaven face. It was as smooth as the day it had been born. Only the hair on its head remained, trimmed short in a crew-cut style. Around its waist, a large metal band had been installed with bolts in the front. A smaller silver band also encircled its neck, and it was engraved with its designation and the address of its new owner. Fresh tattoos were on its upper legs, lower arms, and neck, bearing its designation.
E754 growled and pulled at its restaurants, causing the bed to squeak. As it moved, it felt pain centered around its left ass cheek.
"Awake are we?" a blond-haired nurse said as he opened the curtain and entered the room.
"What the fuck have you done to me?" E754 asked.
The nurse smiled as he walked over to the bag containing fluids flowing into the slave.
"Your operation was a success. We have implanted a port in your arm that will allow for the injection of drugs. While you were sedated, we shaved, bathed, and dipped you. The chemicals removed all of your body hair. It is not permanent, but I understand you will be given regular dips to keep you denuded and clean."
"Fuck!" E754 growled. "And why does my ass hurt?"
"Ahh," the nurse said. "Like all slaves, we branded your ass with the mark of your owner. It is a rather large brand that includes the head of a bull. It is a nice design and one that should be easily recognizable."
"Mother fucker!" E754 screamed as it pulled at the restraints.
"Now, you calm down," the nurse said firmly. "You might not be gagged anymore, and your electrical cock ring has been removed, but the doctors added something more permanent to keep you in line."
E754 watched as the nurse reached over and put his hand on the back of the slave's neck.
An implant has been inserted near your brain stem. It has been paired with a proximity sensor. The device will be triggered if you attempt to escape from this facility. It will cause you to become unconscious. After you leave here, your owner can alter this to cause instant death or paralysis as well if you leave a specified area. You are going to learn respect one way or the other. Nod, if you understand me."
E754 grunted and shook its head, and the nurse smiled and stepped back.
"What kind of drug are you pumping in me?" the slave asked.
"Your owner will be regulating your hormones for the rest of your life using the port in your arm," the nurse replied. "The drug we are currently giving you will not only cause your testicles to enlarge significantly but will also make them produce more semen."
"Fuck!" E754 screamed again.
The nurse smiled.
"You had impressive balls, to begin with, but after a week on this drug, they will be at least twice the size. That cute little heart birthmark you have on your sack will be more prominent."
E754 growled in frustration as the nurse turned and grabbed the metal band that encircled the slave's waist.
"What is that for?" E754 asked.
"Your chastity cage," the nurse replied.
"My what?" E754 shouted.
"After you complete your treatment on the testicle growth serum, you will be fit with a custom chastity cage," the nurse replied. "It is a large metal pod that will encase your cock and balls and will attach to this band using the bolts in the front. Your owner does not want you touching your cock when you are not being milked."
"Milked?" E754 asked.
"You will find out about that soon enough," the nurse said. "But you will never be masturbating again."
"Fuck!" E754 screamed again.
"I think we better sedate you again," the nurse said as he pressed some buttons on the machine. "Your balls will be in a lot of pain as they grow in size. Sleep tight, slave."
E754 was about to thrash again, but then it felt a cool flush over his body, and it lost consciousness again.
Days passed. E754 was allowed to regain consciousness during feeding times, where it was allowed to drink specially prepared liquid nutritional shakes. But, at all other times, it was kept somewhere between the stage of wakefulness and sleep. The drugs pumping into its system quickly affected its balls. They slowly enlarged and hung lower in the slave's sack. The increased hormones also caused its cock to produce copious amounts of precum that flowed like a faucet at times. It also had nocturnal emissions, and the amount of cum it produced increased exponentially. The combinations of fluids required a special pad to be placed under his groin area, which had to be replaced often by the nursing staff to avoid a sticky mess.
E754 was not allowed a proper orgasm. Only the involuntary emissions of its body were acceptable. Thus, the enlargement of the organs and the ache of blue balls combined to leave the slave in constant pain. E754 tried to bear it and act tough, but it welcomed the sedation to help it through.
After seven days, the treatment had been completed. The drugs had been titrated down, and the pain in E754's groin subsided to a dull ache due to a lack of proper ejaculation. The slave had been given its morning nutritional fluids, and the blonde nurse tending after it was just cleaning up when the curtains at the foot of its bed parted, and a tall nurse appeared.
"How is the slave doing today?" the tall nurse asked.
"As well as can be expected," the blonde nurse replied. "It has been fed, and I wiped its genital area clean from its nighttime emissions."
"Excellent," the tall nurse said as he placed a box on the bed beside the slave.
"Is that the custom chastity cage?" the blonde nurse said.
"Yup," the tall nurse replied. "I took measurements last night to ensure it was ready for its enhanced sack. It should be a perfect fit."
E754 growled and trashed back and forth. The tall nurse moved to hold it down as the blonde nurse pulled out the large metal pod cage and placed it over the slave's groin. The shaft of its organ was pushed into a tube that ran inside the front of the device, and as the pod was brought down flush with the band around the slave's waist, the bolts in front slotted into place. The back part of the pod slipped between the slave's legs and snapped into place with the front piece. The slave could feel its cock encased in the cold steel, pointing it downward, over its balls. The device completely covered its entire groin, encasing its large testicles inside. The nurse used a special key to screw a bolt into place and then pulled on it after to ensure it was secure.
"There we go," the tall nurse said as he let go of the slave and stood up. "Now you are all secure. When you need to piss, it will drain out of the bottom of the device."
"Let me out of here, bastards!" E754 screamed.
"Behave yourself!" the tall nurse commanded. "You will be leaving here in about an hour. I will gladly sedate you and have you wheeled out of here on a gurney, or you can leave on your own two feet. Which would you prefer?"
E754 slammed its head back on the bed and growled.
"I sure hope your owner knows what he is getting," the tall nurse said as he shook his head and left.
The blonde nurse smiled and turned to the slave.
"They will be coming for you soon. We give these to all of our slaves when their masters pick them up."
The slave watched as the nurse opened a box to reveal two large pink rubber pieces. The nurse then moved down to the slave's feet and slid the custom footwear over them, pushing the toes and heel inside to make a tight fit.
"There we go!" the nurse said. "Well, best of luck to you, E754."
The slave watched as the man left, pulling the curtains shut. E754 looked down at the cold steel encasing its groin. It could hardly believe what was happening.
"Fuck," E754 muttered to itself.
Thirty minutes passed before the curtains parted again. This time, two guards appeared. They unstrapped the slave from the bed and lifted it to its feet. After lying down for a week, E754 was unsteady and did not fight back. However, the rubber soles on its feet provided some traction on the concrete floor. The guards put handcuffs on the slave and then helped it stumble down a hall lined with beds behind curtains until they reached another passage that led into a brightly lit area. As they continued, E754 saw the blinding brightness of the sun as they emerged onto the loading dock that it had arrived on only a week ago.
In the open air, the enormous slave stood and closed its eyes. Its massive, muscled, naked body was devoid of hair, and its limbs were emblazoned with tattoos bearing its new name: E754. The silver band surrounding its neck also had its name engraved on it and glinted in the morning light. Its groin was encased in a large metal pod that was secured firmly to a band surrounding its waist. The device's size caused the slave to stand with its legs slightly spread. On its right ass cheek, the brand of a bull with large horns and the letters LWB were seared into its flesh. It was now processed and ready for its new life.
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