Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2007 21:22:50 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: FULFILLING THE FANTASY - Chapter 18/End

FULFILLING THE FANTASY XVIII

By Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)[Please let me know what you think of
this series.  Thanks.]

**********

     "Did you see this morning's 'ShipNews', Mark?" John asked as he put
the small newsletter down on one of the bed tables in their suite.  "You
learn something new every day."

     "I saw where we can't buy up too much stock in the Ukraine.  There are
only 49 cages left in the hold, they say, after Mauritania's stock was
onboard. Technically, that means most passengers aren't going to be able to
buy up much of anything once we get across the Black Sea to Sevastopol,"
Mark replied.  "Of course, they can always shove two in a cage I guess.
After all, they'll only be caged like that for the seven or eight days it
will take the Fantasia to get back to New York. Surely the stock down there
can stand being pressed up against each other that long."

     "Oh, they can take more without jamming them in two to a cage," John
said.  "The 'ShipNews' said that since the stock has remained remarkably
healthy this whole trip, all 20 hospital cages are available and, get this,
four of the waiters in the dining hall have been bought up by passengers
and have been replaced by promotions from the baggage crew. Somehow, that
frees up four spaces wherever the baggage slaves are caged.  Then three of
the ship's crew have died during the trip: one deck hand from a heart
attack while he was involved in one of the deck entertainments put on by
the slaves up there, and two baggage slaves while being disciplined in a
training procedure.  That gives them 27 additional slots in all."

     "Doesn't make sense," Mark commented.  "Where are the four former
dining slaves?"

     "The 'ShipNews' said that any crew members bought must be kept in the
new owner's suite until disembarkation," John replied.  "Hell, I never even
knew you could buy any of the ship's crew.  I thought the cruise line
wanted to hang onto their slaves for life after they were trained so
carefully.  After all, that training is severe - seems like they killed two
of them even once they were on board during some training procedure or
another."

     "Well, the passengers can buy up 73 Ukrainian slaves with no worries
at all and I imagine they'll either double cage the overflow or place some
of the slaves currently caged in the hold up in their owner's suite for the
few remaining days.  After all, it won't be too long from this last port
stop until we get back in New York.  We've had some of our stock up here in
the suite for two or three days at a time occasionally anyway.  What's a
few more days?" Mark added.

     "Those slaves we had up here for two or three days were so worn out
they could hardly walk back to the hold on their own," John laughed.
"They'd probably have to be carried out in a stretcher if we had them up
here in the suite for seven or eight days."

     "Tony," Mark barked at the steward slave kneeling quietly in the
corner. "You ever known the ship's hold to be filled to capacity like
this?"

     "Yes, master," the handsome Italian slave replied with his eyes
lowered.  "Last year, the cruise line sponsored a special trip to acquire
antique cars for collectors.  By the time the cruise was over, we had cars
taking up almost all the deck space and some of the smaller ones jammed in
corners of the dining room. They even put boards over the swimming pools
and parked cars there, master."

     "No, I meant human cargo," Mark said disgustedly.

     "I'm sorry, Master.  I misunderstood you.  No, master, not with human
cargo," the Italian slave shivered, expecting to be punished.

     "Did you know passengers could buy the likes of you, slave?" John
asked.  "It's all news to me."

     "Yes, master.  Occasionally, the cruise line will sell one of us - but
it's not often.  The only times I know about was when a crew slave was
getting old and unattractive or was worn out sexually or was getting too
sassy or even, I heard in one case, rebellious, master.  That's what
happened, they say, with the baggage slaves that were killed by their
overseers, master.  One smarted off to his overseer, I heard, and the other
was a little hesitant to take a fuck from one of his overseer's friends one
evening.  The cruise line won't tolerate such behavior in any of their
slaves, master.  They wouldn't get the privilege of being sold, of course,
master.  They would have to be eliminated in a case like that.  The other
stewards told me, master, that their death was long and torturous as an
object lesson to all the other baggage slaves who were required to witness
the discipline."

     "Didn't you start out as a baggage slave, steward?" Mark asked.

     "All of the crew does, master.  We get promoted eventually if we
perform very well - just like some baggage slaves, obviously the best of
the lot, were promoted to waiters recently.  That's what happened to me.  I
was promoted from a baggage slave to a waiter and then," he announced
proudly, "was promoted to become a steward."

     "What if the slave isn't old or unattractive or sassy or rebellious?
Can you buy a crew slave like that?" John asked.

     "Possibly, master," the Italian slave replied cautiously.  "But I'm
afraid the price would be very high."

     "Well, of course, slave," John snapped.  "Considering the selectivity
in choosing slaves for the ship's crew as well as your extensive training
in meeting the needs of the passengers, the price would have to be high for
them to begin to cover their purchase and training costs."

     "Yes, master." the steward replied with his eyes lowered, hoping he
hadn't offended the handsome master who was a wealthy slave dealer himself
and undoubtedly knew exactly all the expenses involved in slave
acquisition, training, and maintenance.

     "Has anyone tried to buy you, slave, since you've been owned by the
cruise line?" John pursued the topic.

     "Not that I know of, master," the steward replied.  "Maybe no one has
asked," he added softly, spreading his knees even wider in his kneeling
position so he was fully exposed while placing his hands behind his back to
best expose his upper torso.

     "Why look at that, Mark," John exclaimed.  "The little whore is trying
to seduce us into buying him for ourselves."

     The Italian slave blushed bright red and quickly brought his hands
down to his side while lowering his head as far as he could..  He didn't
realize his body language had been so transparent.

     'I'm sorry if I offended you, Master John.  Please don't tell my
supervisor, Master.  They will discipline me severely if they think I asked
you to buy me.  They will interpret that as a signal that I am not
satisfied in my slavehood here on the ship.  That would require beating me
into a sense of appreciation for being owned by them..  It's only right
that lack of appreciation should be dealt with severely, master, and I
understand that. It's just that I'm most appreciative of being a member of
the ship's crew and am happy in my slavery here on the ship.  But I've come
to love my two masters on this cruise and, although slaves shouldn't wish
for such things, I know, I do think being owned by you and Master Mark
would be paradise for a slave, master. Not that I don't appreciate being
owned by the cruise line, master, who has promoted me to this important
position as a steward."

     "That's quite a speech coming out of the mouth of a 19-year-old
slaveboy," Mark laughed.  "You're right on one thing, though.  Slaves
should always appreciate whoever owns them at the time - it's totally
inappropriate for a slave to ever think otherwise," Mark added, giving a
very stern look at the Italian steward.  "Let's hear no more of such heresy
from a slave and get your ass up here on my bed propped up and wide open
for a good morning fuck."

     "Yes, master," the Italian slave smiled as he quickly placed his back
on the bed with his legs lifted high over his shoulders, and lifted his ass
so his hole was totally exposed and open.  He was grateful his masters
weren't going to call the supervisor immediately to report his "heresy."
Taking a thorough fucking from both masters was nothing compared to the
life-threatening discipline that a report to the supervisor would entail
even though both the masters had formidable tools and plowed him deeply
when fucking him.  He knew, even after all the usage he had gotten as their
steward, he would suffer the stretching pain as they rammed into him until
he was able to adjust, moaning and grimacing all the way.  But, after
adjusting each and every time, the slave had long ago discovered he enjoyed
being fucked, especially by handsome young masters like this.

     Thirty minutes later, both masters had filled the slaveboy with their
cum and were lying temporarily exhausted on the large bed while the
slaveboy dutifully cleansed their pricks with his mouth. All thoughts of
reporting the slave's conversation to the supervisor had long been
forgotten.

     "I am going to miss fucking that Italian ass once we're off the ship,"
Mark said languidly.

     "You and me both, Mark," John said, running his hand through the
slaveboy's hair and then, as an afterthought, stroking the slave's rampant,
dripping prick. "You can tell by his hard on he enjoys it as much as we do
- a born slave if there ever was one," he laughed.

     "May I shoot, master?" the slave gasped as the stroking picked up in
intensity.

     "Yes, slave, but lick your mess up off the bed.  You seem to unload a
good cup or so every time we give you permission to shoot off."

     "Yes, master.  Thank you, master," the slave said with sincere
gratitude as he promptly shot out in six separate eruptions before his
quivering balls had emptied themselves.  He then started slurping the
steaming cum up off the bed spread until every drop was in his mouth,
savored, and then swallowed.

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

     The slave markets at Seevastopol had been in almost continuous
operation since about 500 A.D., broken only by the Soviet regime of 70
years in the 20th century which was now, of course, history itself.  The
Black Sea port city had for centuries been the center for exporting the
well-built, blond, blue-eyed Ukrainian stock so desired by Persian,
Byzantium, Arab, Ottoman, and Italian merchants.  The female slaves were
popular with the Persians and Ottomans primarily as candidates for their
harems while the male slaves from this region were generally turned into
prized white eunuchs.  But the Arabs and Italians liked them for their
light skin, their blue eyes and blond or light brown hair, their typically
round faces, and, almost without exception, their large well shaped sexual
organs. Both Arab and Italian dealers found these Circassian slaves brought
top prices in their markets and shipped tens of thousands of them to the
Middle East and the Italian peninsula over a five hundred year period.
Even the Vikings bought them up by the shipload for sale in northern
European markets where there was a ready market.

     Prior to the Soviet Union, who temporarily abolished the profitable
slave trade, slaves for sale were usually captives from frequent slave
raids by hungry mercenaries, excess children sold to dealers by their own
poverty-stricken parents who desperately needed the money they would bring
on the open market, or products of slave breeding.

     After the collapse of the Soviet regime, the slave markets slowly
resurrected themselves since the world demand was there all along.  But now
the Ukrainian government assured itself a steady supply of their biggest
export and cash crop by borrowing from its own history in the region once
called Circassia.  When the Ottomans ruled them, each village was required
to pay a "tax" each year of 10 of their most handsome youth.  Now every
Ukrainian family had to turn over one of their children at age 18 as a
"national tax" to be made a lifelong slave for sale in the export slave
markets abounding port cities around the Black Sea. Parents could choose
which child they wanted to be used to pay this tax, but most picked their
oldest child to get the obligation out of the way and to concentrate their
efforts on the younger children.  Childless couples were required to buy a
slave and then turn him or her over to the government for resale so there
was no escaping the tax by refusing to have children.  Of course, defective
or stupid children were the first to be turned in for the tax, but even
these new "slaves" could be sold for a small profit.  Most families
adjusted to this new law by simply having one more child than they wanted
in their family and the child destined to "pay the tax" was brought up from
birth to accept his eventual slavehood with dignity and grace.  Thus, the
Circassian markets were now filled with handsome youth, just reaching
maturity, who accepted their slavery stoically and without complaint.  They
generally eagerly sought out what they thought would be a good master for
them with their family's cooperation - both their parents and they knew
their life as a slave would be greatly enhanced if they were cooperative
and compliant to the demands of slavery and if they brought top prices at
market, thereby assuring themselves a master who would value them.

     By the time the Fantasia arrived in port, tens of thousands of
offerings were available, almost all young, light skinned, light eyed,
light haired, and with features valued around the world: handsome, muscular
bodies with ample sexual apparatus - all accepting of their lifelong
slavery and all eager to find a good master.  All knew full well what
buyers expected of them: every Circassian knew slaves not only did most of
the work no one else wanted to do, but those with attractive bodies were
invariably used to pleasure their owners any way desired.  Therefore, they
expected to have their bodies examined thoroughly and intimately before
purchase - a buyer was certainly entitled to know what he was getting for
the price!

     The passengers from the Fantasia were delighted at this smorgasbord of
handsome white flesh.  So many of the world ports offered predominately
dark-skinned slaves and the pure white skin, the silky blond, brownish
hair, the pinkish lips, tits and genitalia, the body hair so fine and so
fleeting it simply made a body shimmer and the beautiful blue and green
eyes of the offerings were refreshing. The roundish face, the wide spread
eyes, and the pronounced sexuality of both male and female Ukrainian stock
made these slaves truly unique. Female slaves featured large but taut
breasts with well sculptured tits, protruding clitoris, and wide, inviting
vulvas.  Males generally had large muscular chests with well defined pecs,
prominent tits, and massive balls with long, thick circumcised pricks which
seemed to be perpetually at least semi-erect.  It was no wonder they had
been in world wide demand for centuries.

     Prices were high since demand was high.  But the Fantasia's passengers
were limited in their purchases anyway due to the cargo hold's
restrictions.  Therefore, most decided to splurge at this last port stop on
the cruise and bought only the very best, regardless of the price.

     But not before they enjoyed looking ALL of the stock over thoroughly
on this delightful, pleasantly warm day.  The Ukrainian slaves displayed
had never experienced quite the body fondling, stroking, prodding, and
squeezing as they did that day with the American buyers pawing over
them. Not one decent looking male in the market wasn't milked repeatedly,
didn't have fingers, dildos, fists, and even whip handles thrust up their
assholes to test response, and most had their balls massaged so much that
day they simply ached to the touch by late afternoon. Female slaves didn't
escape the examinations either.  Breasts were kneaded, nipples suckled,
clits tickled to full erection, and no slit escaped probing fingers or
dildos.  Most of the female slaves were kept dripping from prolonged
excitation the entire day.

     By late afternoon, though, the Fantasia's passengers stopped playing
around and got serious.  Sixty-six of the very best males were bought at
premium prices along with six of the finest females offered.  Each slave
purchased was the epitome of their gender.  Males were magnificently
muscled, had powerful physiques, were extraordinarily handsome, and hung
like stud horses.  Females were delicately beautiful yet fully endowed.
Each slave, male or female, was easily aroused and seemed to fully enjoy
being used sexually. All had been reared to show no shame or resentment at
such blatant use of their bodies.  All expected nothing less as a slave
offered for sale here in this little known Black Sea port.

     Although the average price here was high - around $400,000 for the
best in house - each and very one would bring twice that back in the
states.  All in all, the Fantasia's passengers were most happy with the
Ukrainian market - it was fun to examine all the beautiful (and totally
cooperative) stock and it was even better to buy up the very best to resell
at the home markets.

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

     "I counted 72 being taken into the hold," John said, sipping a drink
on the deck of the Fantasia while one of the deck slaves, a handsome young
Greek boy, knelt on the floor beneath him vigorously sucking him off while
John ran his hand idly through the slave's curly black hair.

     "That's only three more than they have cages for in the hold and the
hospital, so it's no problem," Mark replied, also availing himself of the
services of another deck slave.  "They'll simply cage those three in the
baggage slave area until we get back to port.".  The slave on his knees
below Mark was a beautifully built Latino boy with shiny black hair, his
throat now fully extended as Mark's extended prick was being massaged by
the slave's well trained throat muscles.  "Worked out about perfect.  The
logistics on the Fantasia have been excellent since the very beginning of
the trip.  Can you imagine estimating the caging and food needs for this
expedition.  Boggles the mind!"

     "This boy is a good sucker, Mark," John said as he felt the cum begin
to rise within him.  "He's going to get an early supper at this rate."

     Mark simply gasped as he discharged a full load down the Latino's
throat.  "Mine too," he finally gasped out as the slave beneath him made
sure he swallowed every last drop of the prolonged discharge of his user.

     Shortly thereafter, both masters were thanked by the deck slaves for
being ordered to service them and then both proceeded to carefully clean
the cocks and balls of their users before reinserting the master's organs
back into their pants with yet another expression of their gratitude.

     "That felt good," John said.  "One gets horny handling all those good
looking slaves all day."

     "Yeah.  I bet I jerked at least 20 loads out of slaves today looking
them over.  Kind of wore me out, but it was worth it," he chuckled.  "Some
of those guys were hung like horses and had balls like grapefruits.  You
could get a full cup out of them even on the fifth or sixth milking.  Real
studs, those Ukrainian boys," Mark commented.

     "John, I lost track.  How many did you buy today?" Mark asked.

     "Just three.  Held myself back because I didn't want to hog all the
remaining cages in the hold.  I think everyone was being considerate that
way.  Sounds like it, if only 72 were loaded.  And you?  How many?"

     "Just my usual souvenir slave. But he's something else again.  Pure
blond with green eyes, a 20-year-old body that's perfection, and a big
thick prick that, I swear, hangs down to his knees.  The dealer I bought
him from claims he's well trained in sucking, taking it up the ass, as well
as serving stud.  Versatile, if nothing else," Mark laughed.

     "Mark, you've bought more than enough slaves to totally replace that
menagerie you had at your estate when we left - the ones I sold off to that
Caribbean resort for you at a fantastic profit."

     "Well, John.  That was the idea, wasn't it?" Mark replied..

     "Yeah, but I sold your steward along with the rest of them," John
said. "Who are you going to have as a steward to manage this new harem of
yours?"

     "Good question, John.  Hadn't thought of it.  The steward you sold off
ran the whole operation for me - everything from maintaining the slaves, to
making sure the grounds were kept up, to even running by little 'brothel'
service," he replied.  "I didn't lift a finger to make any of that happen -
the steward did it all, even making sure the slaves were kept under strict
discipline at all times."

     "Well, that's what stewards are supposed to do You shouldn't have to
spend your time and energy with such mundane details."  He paused and then
added, "Have you ever thought of buying a steward already experienced?"

     "Like who?" Mark asked.

     "Someone, shall we say, handy and who you already know inside and
out?" he laughed.  "And who has already demonstrated he knows how to handle
slaves efficiently and effectively."

     Mark looked puzzled.  Slowly, his frown changed to a smile.

     "You wily old devil.  You're scheming to have me buy up Tony, our
Italian steward here on the ship.  God Almighty, John, haven't you fucked
the boy enough for one lifetime already?"  Mark laughed.

     "He is good to fuck, Mark.  But he's also a great manager of slave
flesh.  You're going to need someone like that when you get home and move
back into that huge estate you call home.  Somebody's got to get things
organized and running right, you bastard.  And if I drop over and fuck him
every once in a while just to encourage him in doing his job right, all the
better."

     Mark thought a while.  "You know, I never thought of him as anything
but a beautiful piece of slave meat that invariably turned me on.  But
you're right, John.  He would be a great manager of all those new purchases
I made.  Hell, he's already brought most of them up to the suite and washed
them inside and out and I guess we had him fuck a good half of them himself
to help break them in.  He already knows them inside and out, so to speak,
and they do accept his authority it seems."

     "For 19, he's quite a boy," John said.  "Top management material which
you don't see too often in slaves, Mark.  I don't think he will have one
bit of trouble keeping those slaves toeing the line to your exacting
standards and I don't think he will lose sight of the fact he is just a
slave himself, despite the new authority.  Some slaves just have that
commanding quality about them, and Tony is one of those slaves.  He can
easily boss slaves around twice his size and twice his age with no
difficulty at all - it comes so natural to him other slaves just accept
it."

     "How much do you think the cruise line would want to part with him,
John?  He's well trained and he's got a lot of use left in him as a room
steward here on the Fantasia.  I'm afraid they'll rob me blind if I express
any interest in purchasing his hot little body."

     "Why don't you let me handle it for you, Mark.  I have a feeling you
may be able to get him cheaper than you think.  Would you pay one million
for him?"

     "Yes, but no more," Mark said without hesitancy.

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

     One day out of New York, John and Mark had finished enjoying having
two of their new Ukrainian purchases suck them off and then ordered their
Italian steward to deep fuck both of the slaves as part of their education.
The room steward went at his commanded task with enthusiasm and it didn't
take long for each of the new purchases to feel truly fucked by a real
expert.

     "Take the slaves into the bathroom and clean all three of you up,"
John ordered.

     "Yes, master," the Italian slave responded humbly, adding, "Thank you
for letting me fuck your properties, masters," before jumping to his new
assignment, dragging both of the Ukrainian slaves by their collars quickly
into the bathroom, their assholes oozing with the Italian's semen.

     Upon the Italian slave's return, he knelt at both his master's feet,
awaiting further instructions.

     "We'll have to get your collar changed shortly," John said to the
slave.

     "Yes, master," the slave replied quizzically,

     "And fitted out with a genital band that shows your equipment off
better," John added.

     "Yes, master," the slave responded humbly.  "I didn't know the cruise
line had changed the specifications for their property."

     "They haven't, slave," John said.  "Master Mark has.  He's your new
owner now, Tony, and what he says goes."

     The Italian slave looked confused and then overcome.  He started to
weep.

     "Why are you crying, slave?" Mark snapped.  "A slave should be happy
he has brought profit to his former master in his sale. Conceit will not be
tolerated in any slave I own," he added threateningly, reaching for a slave
whip.

     "No, master.  No, Master Mark.  Forgive this worthless slave, master.
It's just I'm so happy I was overcome and lost control, master. You can
whip me harshly for my lack of control if you wish, master.  I certainly
deserve a severe punishment."

     "I'll overlook it this time, slave, but don't let it happen again now
that you are under a more stern and demanding ownership.  You've been
purchased from the cruise line - at a outrageous cost I might add - to take
charge of all the slaves I have purchased now in the hold.  They will need
a lot of strict supervision once we are back at my estate - cleaning,
gardening, chauffeuring, repairing, improving and taking care of all of my
non-slave possessions.  And even more supervision in making sure their
bodies are utilized to bring me the utmost in pleasure at any and all
times."

     "Yes, master.  Of course, master.  Your new property will do
everything possible to please you."

     "Including pleasing both me and my guests with your body when so
desired," I nodded to John.

     "Of course, masters," the Italian slave smiled knowingly.

     "Tony, don't think that because I bought you as a supervisory slave -
my steward in charge - that you are anything but a slave.  You are no
different than those under your supervision.  You are still bought property
- my property - to do with as I please.  Don't ever forget that, slave, or
I will have Master John here sell you off so fast you won't know what
happened - and to the mines or the sewer works or perhaps, one of my farms
where slaves seldom last longer than five or six years due to the rigor of
the demands placed upon them."

     "Yes, master.  I'll never forget, master, that I'm just your slave and
nothing more.  But, master......" he hesitated.

     "Yes, slave," Mark prompted.

     "My dream for months now has been to be your slave and nothing more,
master.  Now you've made my dream come true," the slave added as tears
welled out of his eyes once again.

     "John was right.  You are a born slave, Tony, and a whore at that,"
Mark laughed.

     "Yes, master," Tony readily agreed as tears of happiness continued
down his cheeks, "but a happy slave whore."

     "Now get those two Ukrainian slaves back in their cages and see the
fitters down in the hold about changing your collar and getting fitted with
a thick, tight genital band.  They should have received your purchase order
from the shipping line by now.  I want a three inch tall collar on you in
brass with your dark complexion.  And a one inch genital band that matches,
tightly fitted for maximum protrusion of your genitals. And make sure they
replace the ownership tag in your ear with a new one listing my name and
address along with the standard reward notice.  They'll have all that on
file"

     "Yes, master.  I'll get those slaves caged and myself refitted
immediately, master, as you specified.  Thank you master."

     "You can thank Master John and I when you return with your new
fittings by offering us the best fuck you've ever delivered.  Think you're
up to that, slaveboy?"

     "Yes, master," the Italian slave beamed.  "The best fuck you've ever
had, coming up shortly," he chuckled as he leashed the two Ukrainian slaves
and headed out of the door to the cargo hold below, towing them behind him.

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

     It took John a full year to find buyers willing to pay the price for
the many specimens of prime slaveflesh he had brought back from his
worldwide buying trip. But patiently waiting for the right buyer paid off.
It gave him the extra time to polish and hone the slave's body and sexual
skills and when the slave was finally sold, it brought top dollar. Even the
super expensive Mauritanian slave John was so nervous buying had proven to
be a good investment.  John sold him within a month at a record price of
1.5 million, a fact almost regretted by Mark who was hoping he wouldn't
sell at the minimum price and that the magnificent buck would end up in his
harem of slaves. By the end of the year, John found himself wealthier by
ten fold, a multimillionaire many times over.  He had reached a point where
he would no longer need to worry about money, but had no intentions of
giving up his dealership of premium slaves.  He loved his work and found it
rewarding.  He planned to expand his facilities in the near future so that
they were unrivaled for merchants of human flesh.

     His friend Mark, already wealthy beyond belief, remained his very best
buddy and confidant.  They still shared much time together, primarily at
Mark's estate, where Mark's bevy of male slave flesh was always available
and eager to please. Tony, the Italian slave, had proven to be an excellent
steward of Mark's properties, bringing such a smooth operation into play
that it seemed the estate ran itself.  All slaves were always eager to
please, totally compliant to any and all wishes of their master, and seemed
almost prescient in anticipating their owner's desires.  Mark had the
reputation of owning not only the finest male fresh in America, but of the
best trained slaves in America.  A visit to his estate, always a privilege,
brought the visitor delighting in male flesh into a plethora of pleasure, a
phantasmagoria of sensual delights.

     Every single slave Mark had purchased as a 'souvenir' had proved to be
a gem and was still in his service, always buck naked (although always
collared, tit ringed, ear labeled, and genitally banded) and usually
showing hard in anticipation of their usage by Mark or his guests.

********

     John arrived at the estate for a promised round in bed with Mark's
respected steward, Tony.  As the two friends embraced, John asked if Mark
was interested in any more world buying trips.

     "Not yet, John. I've never been bored with this bunch, yet.  Ask me in
a year or so and maybe I'll go.  Another buying trip being planned?"

     "I read the International Slave Dealers Association is thinking of
sponsoring one two years from now, on the Fantasia again, but this time
with a whole new series of buying opportunities," John answered.

     "Oh, go ahead and sign me up, John," Mark laughed.  "By then, who
knows what I might be interested in buying.  And I can only imagine the
ports they pick out this time.  That last trip didn't have a single port
I'd ever heard of.  I suppose they'll find some even weirder next time."

     "Probably.  They go where the supply is and where the bargains are at.
You have to admit the last trip was not only interesting, but profitable as
well.  Mark, you could sell this battalion of slaves you have here on the
estate for at least $40 million you know if you wanted to."

     "I know, John.  But, unlike you, I'm not in it for the money.  I just
enjoy a nice body when I see it."

     "Well, that you sure as hell have around here.  Now would you shut up
so I can bed down that good looking steward of yours.  Tony, get yourself
in here.  I've got something to feed your ass."

     "Yes, Master John," the Italian slave said happily as he quickly
positioned his nude body on a bed, ass held high for his user's
convenience.

     "Can I watch?" Mark asked.  "After all, it's my property you're
fucking!"

THE END

Comments on the entire tale?  More like this or are you sick of traveling?
Sick of buying slaves?  Let me know. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)