Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 18:59:01 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: FULFILLING THE FANTASY - Chapter 13 (Authoritarian)

FULFILLING THE FANTASY XIII

By Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)

[Fourteen of you responded that you are reading the series.  I sincerely
thank each and every one of you and dedicate this posting to those 14
readers- you know who you are; the rest of you, if any, I'm still waiting
for some appropriate response.]

     "You'll find the markets at Fujairsh in the United Arab Emirates
totally different than anything you have experienced on the cruise to
date," the lecturer began.  "In fact, many of you may not be interested in
the products offered in the Fuhairsh markets at all, once you understand
the background of slavery in this country.  The port stop was only included
on this cruise for two reasons: (1) the exoticness and cultural enrichment
of the United Arab Emirates itself; and (2) the uniqueness of their slaves
for those passengers who may be interested in their peculiar qualities.

     "Let me begin by urging all of you to take advantage of this stop to
take in the sights and smells of this exotic country - it's a rare treat to
visit such a pearl of the Middle East - and in many ways it exhibits the
best of Arabic culture.  The vast oil reserves in the U.A.E. have been
effectively used to build some of the best examples of Arabic architecture
in the world, provide a magnificent infrastructure, and offers the free
citizenry one of the highest standards of living in the world.

     "But as far as slaves are concerned, Fujairsh is nothing like any of
the other ports you have visited.  First off, the attitude toward slaves is
totally different than in most other parts of the world.  They are viewed
as fully human in all aspects with a human's full range of emotions and
needs - their slave status is viewed as an unfortunate act of fate which
should be viewed compassionately and with great care given to preserve
their human dignity as products of Allah's will.  Owners view good care of
a slave as a religious obligation and so slaves are rarely, if ever,
exploited.  Such action on the part of an owner would only bring shame upon
him - not the slave.  As such, shocking as may be to many of you, slaves
are allowed appropriate clothing and allowed personal modesty as
appropriate, slaves are only sold outside a family under dire economic
necessity, slaves are seldom restrained or even collared although they are
usually branded when first introduced to slavery, and slaves are not used
sexually by their owners if the slave objects - usually slaves are not
bedded down by their masters or mistresses unless the slaves themselves
express interest and are totally willing, even eager, to participate in
such a liaison.  A person is only born into slavery if both his parents
were slaves themselves, not just the mother, meaning that products of
liasons between male slaves and their mistresses or masters and their slave
girls are born free and brought up in the owner's home just like other sons
or daughters.  Slaves are generally well fed and only beaten if disobedient
or grossly disrespectful or they attempt to run away, although most masters
sell off runaways when they are caught rather than try to attempt to get
them adjust to his ownership once again, reasoning that the relationship in
this case is "ill fated."  Slaves here are rarely sold off with advancing
age or ill health - indeed it is considered the obligation of their master
to tend to them when they are in need . Slaves can even ask municipal
authorities to arrange a resale if they are chronically unhappy with their
masters."

     A gasp of disbelief went up from the audience as all of this
information was processed and the audience buzzed with comments reflecting
their astonishment, disbelief, and, in many cases, anger.

     "You can see where a Fuhairsh slave might have trouble adjusting to
the realities of markets conditions in our own country," the lecturer
laughed.  "By the time he was trying to adjust to his collar, hide his
nakedness, and stop shouting in protest as he was handled on the block, his
purchase price would probably have dropped close to zero.  In fact, I'm
sure some of you would just give him away if you could find anyone who
would put up with such nonsense."

     The lecturer sensed he had the audience back with him again now that
they were assured he understood their outrage and frustration and slowly
the audience became quiet again.

     "Why, you ask?  History, religious beliefs, and social custom is the
answer.  But before I start describing a system I'm sure you think is
totally out of control, let me point out what they see as the advantages of
this view of slavery.  First, slaves in Fuhairsh are totally and completely
loyal to their masters - it's their master that assures them such a good
life, takes care of them, and provides for them throughout a lifetime.
Just as the master is loyal to them in refusing to sell them off unless he
absolutely has to, the slave is loyal to his master and does everything
possible to make sure his master can afford to keep him and take care of
him properly.  There is a built-in incentive for the slave to make sure the
master profits in everything he does and the slave does everything he can
to make sure the master prospers in all that he does.  Second, they claim a
happy, content slave is a far more productive slave and little discipline
is ever needed, thereby making owning and managing slaves a much easier and
more pleasant situation.  Overseers are seldom needed to assure top slave
productivity, the cost of whips and chains and other control mechanisms are
non-existent, and they claim slaves are sick far less due to their lack of
anxiety in this system as well as have longer, more productive lives. The
argument goes that slaves reproduce freely and prolifically under this
system without the need for forced breeding, although they do admit their
offspring have none of the genetic advantages inherent in rigidly
controlled forced breeding situations and hence slave stock really doesn't
improve from one generation to another. But most important is the fact that
they believe this system of slavery is what is ordained in the Koran and
their place in Paradise can only be assured by treating slaves in this
fashion.

     "So incompatible is this view with most of the world's slaveholders
that it is doubtful if many of you would be interested in what the slave
markets at Fuhairsh hold.  But some of you might want to visit for the
novelty involved, some might be interested in buying up a "best friend"
type of slave who will be totally loyal to you throughout a lifetime, some
might be interested in buying a "life companion" so you'll never be lonely,
and some might want to buy a trusted business associate who will look after
your best interests at all times because it's in his best interest also.
Some of you might even buy a Fuhairsh product to share mutual love
throughout a lifetime if you could spot just the right person in the
markets.  It might be at the dating services popular in the United States,
where love is arranged almost randomly.  But let me warn you before you
visit the slave markets.  Slaves in Fuhairsh are allowed certain rights in
'picking' their new owners."

     A gasp went up from the audience which then turned to riotous laugher.

     "You've got to be kidding!  Surely you don't expect us to shallow such
an absurdity?" one of the passengers shouted out between peels of laughter.

     "No.  I'm serious," the lecturer joined in their laughter.  "Slaves
marketed in Fuhairsh can indicate they don't want to be sold to certain
masters or mistresses and usually such a request is honored on the grounds
of who would pay good money for a slave who doesn't like the situation he
would be going into.  Therefore, crazy as it sounds I know, purchasers
often spend considerable time going over the advantages of being bought by
them - living quarters provided, the quality of food they'll be fed, the
type of work they will be expected to do, leisure time, possible sexual
opportunities with other slaves, and the security of the owner's wealth so
he will never have to be resold.

     "If you go to the markets, you will be questioned by the slave as to
what you have to offer along these lines.  Your answer, if you can keep
from laughing at the audacity, is relief from the stifling heat in this
part of the world, the excitement of living a whole new life style in a
different culture, the thrill of living under circumstances that are
totally unpredictable (as they surely are for most slaves in the world),
and the end of having to make any decisions for themselves in any way."

     The lecturer's humor was fully appreciated and all begin to think a
trip to the market might be fun just to study these so-called slave's
reactions as the slaves began to interrogate these potential buyers.

     "Be sure to tell them their totally exposed nude bodies will be
collared, ringed, and banded at all times, that they will fucked regularly
by their new owners or anyone their new owner designates, and that they
will probably be resold to the highest bidder once they have been shipped
back to the United States no matter what they think about who buys them,"
the lecturer said jocularly. "It's fun to see the unbelieving expressions
on their innocent faces."

     "Some of you may want to buy a slave here just to study his reaction
to his fate once he is chained, collared, properly fucked, and begins to
realize he can be sold to anyone at any time and he will have no say so
whatsoever in the process.  It's kind of fun to witness their absolute
horror in realizing their new circumstances, although I'm not sure it's
worth as much as some of these pampered pets will cost you."

     "I bet their reactions would be something else," Mark giggled to John,
sitting next to him in the lecture.

     "Yeah, like suddenly I'm in Hell or something like that," John
laughed. "But, if I know slaves, they'll adjust eventually and you could at
least get something for them on the open market after considerable and
lengthy training.  I'm just not sure you could ever get your money back
when you figured in all the training costs that would be involved in their
transformation to something sellable in world markets."

     "I think the good citizens of Fujairish are full of bullshit," Mark
said.  "Remember the steward and his assistant you sold off for me right
before we left on this cruise. Those two were my slaves for years and years
and always worked to increase my profits every way they knew how - even
eagerly whoring themselves the last few years every chance they got to make
more money for their master.  They supervised all my other slaves with a
firm hand and with an eye to making my life as pleasant and trouble free as
possible as well as increasing the stock's value.  No one could ask for any
slave to be more loyal, more concerned for their master's welfare, than
those two.  Yet, when the time came, it was easy to sell them off because I
had other plans and they fully accepted the need for that.  I'm sure
they're just as loyal, just as devoted, just as concerned about their new
master's welfare as they were for mine.  And never once did they wear a
stitch of clothes, they were always collared, ringed, and banded, and they
expected a good disciplinary punishment periodically as part of their
slavery.  In fact, in some respects, I think that old steward and the
mulatto assistant I had around for years loved me - they sure acted like
it!  They loved me because I was a predictable, stern master who made all
the decisions of their life for them."

     "I couldn't agree more, Mark. Bullshit is a good word for it.  But it
would be interesting to see how one of these pampered slaves would shape up
once he was on your estate being sent out in a truck to whore himself for
your profits, often four or five times every single night, and then be
expected to come back to you and thank you for bedding him down yourself as
he handed the entire earnings of his whoring over to you," John
laughed. "We could just lie to him about his new home as our slave - make
it sound like heaven on earth - and then watch him when reality set in the
minute he was being processed in the ship's cargo hold."

     "The poor thing would probably die of shock on the spot," Mark
laughed, "and we'd loose all our investment.  Besides, we wouldn't even
know what we were buying - the lecturer claims they're clothed even on the
auction block and you're not allowed to fondle them during a good
inspection. Talk about buying a pig in the poke!"

*******************

     Most of the Fantasia's passengers didn't even bother to go to the
slave markets in the U.A.E.  port city.  Instead, following the lecturer's
advice, they opted to go on tourist excursions to some of the local sights:
camel races, a ride on an Arab dhow, visits to the excellent archeological
museums, visits to the highly productive oil fields, and a meal or so in
the excellent restaurants featuring the best of Arab dishes.  All of these
places had slaves working in them, but, like the lecturer had claimed, all
were uncollared, were fully clothed, and were treated like valued
employees.  Only by asking directly could you tell a slave from any other
employee in the establishments and if the answer was affirmative, there
wasn't a hint of shame or embarrassment in the announcement of their
status. They did seem to work attentively and treated those around them
respectfully.  But both John and Mark thought this was a long way from
slavery - more like indentured servants or something - but not slavery.
They couldn't see the sense of spending any money on slaves with mindsets
like that.  The conversion to true slavery would just take too long and
wasn't worth the bother.

     Nevertheless, the two did decide to visit the slave market in the cool
of the evening when all their touristy things were over.  It was exactly as
the lecturer had described: slaves were interviewing potential owners as to
what being owned by them would entail; it was hard to tell the slaves from
the masters other than in the opulence of the dress, and not one slave,
male or female, was ever stripped or properly examined in any way prior to
a sale. Even when sold, no whips or chains were ever in evidence, and the
slave just walked alongside his new owner back to his new "family" and
"home."  Mark and John just looked on with absolute disgust and revulsion
at this perversion of what slavery was all about.

     While there, they saw one fellow passengers actually negotiating for
the purchase of a male slave about 25 years old - half-black, half-Arab
from the looks of him - who was quite good looking and well built as best
one could judge with a loose tunic covering his body from shoulders to mid
thigh.  Mark and John sidled up close so they could take in the
conversation.

     "And what will my accommodations be like?" the slave asked the
potential purchaser.

     "Oh, you'll have your own room with a private bath for absolute
privacy.  There's a TV and DVD player in each of the slave's rooms along
with individually-controlled air-conditioning," the fellow passenger said
with a straight face.

     "And my expected duties?" the slave asked.

     "Waiting on my dining table, cleaning up afterwards, cleaning the
house, some gardening, and serving coffee to me and my guests as
needed. The typical duties of any houseboy," was the fluid answer. "You'll
be required to serve around 10 hours a day with the rest of your time
free."

     "And the social life provided?" the slave continued.

     "I have five female slaves and four other male slaves that you may
choose to socialize with if you like.  Any children from such relationships
will belong to me, of course, but you will always choose your own partners,
if you wish to engage in sexual activities at all," the passenger answered,
still managing to lie so blatantly without flinching. "All the other slaves
are young and attractive, so you may find one you would wish to become more
familiar with, if she or he were mutually interested, of course."

     "And is life in the United States as pleasant as I've heard?" the
slave asked.

     "Very much so, especially for a young, handsome man like yourself,"
the passenger practically cooed. "I'm sure you'll like our nice cool
climate and variety of seasons."

     "Very well, you may buy me if you can meet the dealer's price."

     With that, the passenger hurried over to pay the price asked (a very
modest $45,000 but hardly worth even that considering) and asked the slave
to accompany him back to his ship.  [Prices for slaves in Fujairish were
incredibly cheap in that so little work could be extracted from them within
the usual working hours and the cost of upkeep was so high, especially
considering care of the slave in ill health and old age.  In fact, some
people sold themselves into slavery just to get a better life - the very
modest proceeds of their sale usually going to a beloved parent or a
deserving brother or sister]

     Once on board, the slave handlers quickly grabbed the new purchase,
stripped him, collared him, banded his genitals, and proceeded to give him
three thorough enemas before embedding a huge butt plug deep in his asshole
before caging him.  The slave screamed so loudly, the handlers gagged him
before giving him a sound whipping with a bullwhip to teach him some
manners.  By the time the beating was over, the whimpering slave was jammed
into his cage, still gagged and still with the huge dildo deep within
him. His trip to the reality of Western slavery had just begun and his new
owner upstairs was already planning two things: the deflowering of the
slave with a good solid fucking by his new owner; and his highly profitable
sale at the New York markets once he had been acclimated to true slavery.

     As it turned out, that was the only slave sold in Fujairah to a
passenger aboard the Fantasia.  As the lecturer had predicted, none of the
dealers were interested in products of this farcical version of slavery and
were totally unwilling to tell all the lies necessary to purchase the
spoiled pseudo-slaves and all the bother it would take to properly
introduce them into real slavery, no matter how cheap they were.  Almost
all the dealers thought the man who had bought the Fujairah slave under his
web of deception was either nuts or a complete sadist who just enjoyed
watching slaves suffer, no matter the bargain-basement price he had paid
for, as it turned out, a very nice looking piece of meat who was very well
equipped once he was properly stripped and collared.  But what fun was a
slave who had to be gagged all the time and whose eyes, at least for now,
emitted nothing but pure hatred?

     Hence, the cargo holds of the Fantasia were still 17% empty - plenty
of room for purchases from the huge slave markets of Mozambigue, Sierra
Leone, Mauritania, and the Ukraine, all upcoming ports of call.  There were
few regrets concerning the U.A.E.  The country had proved interesting even
if the so-called slave markets were a joke and, frankly, passengers had
been worried the hold would fill up and they couldn't purchase stock at
some of the promising and highly touted ports remaining on their itinerary.
It wasn't that new slaves were needed to amuse them on the trip.  Most
passengers had barely begun to acquaint themselves with the delights
offered to them by their new purchases.

     John and Mark worked out their buying strategies for the remainder of
the journey.  Go easy in Mozambique and Sierra Leone - they already had
plenty of blacks in the hold; buy up heavily in Mauritania where almost all
slaves had been selectively bred for generations even though they too would
be primarily black with a few browns thrown in for flavor; and save the big
buying for the Ukraine where light-eyed, light-haired heavy-hung whites
with nice bodies were as cheap as anywhere in the world.

     Until then, they decided they would explore some of the slaves the
Fantasia offered all passengers without charge: the cute, smallish, but
exceedingly good looking deck hands with huge banded genitals and
well-trained throats; the handsome, well built, almost elegant dining room
slaves that always seemed so pleased you choose them to service you whether
on the spot in the dining room right in front of everyone or after they had
been leashed and were back in the privacy of your room; and the
exceptionally muscular but still very attractive baggage slaves who were
often overlooked and thrilled when they were called into personal service
no matter what was demanded in that this constituted their only chance of
ever emptying their own balls.  All were thoroughly trained to their
duties; all were guaranteed disease free and willing; and all were very
well motivated to perform to the very best of their ability - to do
otherwise almost insured a horrific corrective beating that would prove to
be memorable.  It would serve as a nice break from establishing a new
master's expectations with their own properties.

     Both simultaneously decided to start with the two deck hands they had
last seen giving oral service right before they disembarked to shop at Oman
- the cute Greek boy with the huge phallus and the strikingly gorgeous
black boy that was stationed next to him on the upper deck. If memory
served them right, they both looked good enough to - well - fuck!

TO BE CONTINUED

Comments always appreciated.  Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)