Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2007 16:52:10 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: FULFILLING THE FANTASY. Chap. 5 (Authoritarian)
FULFILLING THE FANTASY V
by Bill Smith
"John, although you think I live in Eden, even Eden gets boring after
a while," Mark said to his life-long friend, John, you was visiting his
estate that afternoon.
"Ah, the ennui of a spoiled billionaire," John laughed. "Actually,
this place is about as close to heaven as I can imagine, especially stocked
with all that beautiful slave meat you've carefully collected over the
years," the ebullient slave-dealer added. "But, Mark, if you're really
bored, something came across my desk that I think may interest you - two
things actually."
"A person of considerable means - he has even more money than you do,
you lucky bastard - approached me as your friend. He wanted to find out if
you were interested in selling your entire stock of slaves - all 35 of them
the last count I heard - to him. He's enjoyed every single slave you own
through your rental service, so he knows what he would be buying. He's
setting up a mega- luxury all-inclusive resort in the Caribbean for the
super rich who enjoy all a male slave's body can offer and wants to stock
it with your slaves rather than hunt for them himself. Says he doesn't
have time to staff it from the international market - and, as he correctly
points out and you could appreciate - it takes a lot of time to collect a
stable of beauties like you've got here. If you have any interest, he'll
hire me as a facilitator to work out all the details so neither one of you
have to burden yourself with details. If you agree, your boys will be
enjoying the Caribbean breezes within the month!"
"And what I am supposed to do once they're gone - sit here jerking
myself off while the lawn turns to weeds?" Mark retorted.
"He's prepared to pay you a price you won't believe to get your stock
so by the time that deal is completed, you'll be as rich as he is, I
imagine," John responded. "But that gets me to the other thing I wanted to
talk to you about."
"Well, don't leave me hanging, John," Mark shot back.
"Aren't you going to extend any hospitality at all this afternoon,
Mark? You must be bored! Sitting in here all by yourself with not a boy
or drink in sight. You're just getting downright rude!" John chided his
friend.
"Oh! Sorry, John. You want something to play with, I suppose. I'm
sorry." He clapped his hands and instantly two naked collared slaves
appeared, magnificent physical specimens with dazzling good looks, both in
their early twenties. "Will either one of these do?" he asked.
"Thanks, Mark," John replied as he pointed to the floor in front of
him. Both slaves instantly knelt before him, and when John indicated his
crotch to the muscular blue-eyed Mexican slave, that boy instantly unzipped
his pants and swallowed his penis whole. John then motioned for the other
slave, a blond Viking with bulging pectorals, to offer his ringed tits for
his amusement. Within one minute, John was lost in the sensuousness of
getting sucked and squeezing and massaging a slave's large tits.
"Happy now?" Mark smirked. "Now what was this other thing you were
talking about?"
"A brochure came today from the ISDA - that's the International Slave
Dealers Association - announcing their next around-the-world slave buying
expedition. It's on a special luxury cruise ship fully staffed for the
passengers' every need," (John raised a knowing eyebrow at this
announcement) "and has a huge cargo hold set up with plenty of slave
handlers, slave cages, and punishment and exercise facilities for transport
of all our purchases back to home base without any bother. The trip is
about 75 % vacation; 25% business, but you can write the whole cost off as
a legitimate business expense. Leaves from and returns to New York, takes
about 120 days for the whole cruise, and the company is fantastic: the top
dealers from all over the world who generally only deal with select
clientele."
"Where do you go?" Mark asked. "Around the world is pretty
ambiguous."
"I thought you'd be interested enough to ask, so I brought the
brochure along with me. He grabbed the hair of the slave sucking him and
jerked him off his shaft so that he could move over to his briefcase
temporarily to retrieve the brochure. When he returned, he again motioned
both slaves to get back in their former positions as he handed the brochure
to Mark.
"I think I'll have the blond suck me if you can part with squeezing
his tits for a moment," Mark said. Instantly, John released the Nordic
slave's tits and the slave crawled over to his master and dutifully
unwrapped his owner's lounging robe and got to work.
"I do like the Fantasia, John," Mark commented. "It's not too big to
loose intimacy, the rooms are splendidly outfitted, the foods generally
superb, and the slaves belonging to the ship are beautiful to behold and
completely trained - I've found them to be an enthusiastic, eager bunch
when it comes to customer satisfaction - especially bedding them down," he
laughed. "But it's big enough to have a cargo hold that could hold
thousands and thousands of slave cages I would think as well as the
exercise and punishment areas they'd need to bring back their harvest. What
ports are planned?" Mark asked.
"They're listed on the back of the brochure along with the time in
each port," John replied as the muscular Mexican slave beneath him was
running his taut lips up and down his shaft with his cheeks hollowed from
suctioning.
Mark read the list off as he studied it, the gorgeous blond slave
furiously working the prick buried down his gullet with his well-trained
throat muscles.
"New York City, U.S.A.;Cap Haitien, Haiti; Barranguilla,
Columbia;
Corriverton, Guyana; Paramaribo, Surinam; Porto Alegre, Brazil;
Leon,
Nicaragua; Kiribati Islands, South Pacific; Barisal, Bangladesh;
Sukur, Oman;
Fujairah, United Arab Emirates; Mombone, Mozambique; Bonthe,
Sierra
Leone; Nauadhibou, Mauritania; Sevastopol, Ukraine (Black Sea);
New York
City, U.S.A."
"That's the weirdest itinerary I've ever seen in my life," Mark howled
in laugher as the slave sucking him struggled to keep his mouth tightly
around his master's shaft. "I've only heard of about half those countries,
let alone the totally unknown ports they purport to be visiting. Even if
the ship could get into these so-called ports, why in the hell would any
ship, let alone a luxury ship like the Fantasia be going there?"
"Serious dealers who are looking for the best go to where there's the
best supply at the best possible prices," John explained. "By definition
that means the best prices and the greatest choice of stock is in places
where the best breeding farms with the biggest crops each year have
operated for generations or where the economy sucks and unemployment is at
least 70% and the government will do anything to raise cash, including
selling off their own people sentenced to lifetime slavery on a bunch of
trumped up charges. All these little known ports specialize in the slave
trade - they have little else to offer, but they certainly do it well.
That itinerary is ideally designed for the serious slave buyer. It's
obvious the association knew exactly what they were doing in designing the
itinerary - weird as it is, according to you."
"That explains it," Mark said. "I've never been to any of those
places myself. Have you?"
"No, that's why I'm going whether you accompany me or not," John
answered excitedly.
"Slow down, buddy. What's this about me going with you?" Mark
laughed. "I'm not a slave dealer. I doubt if they'd even let me on
board."
"Each dealer is allowed to take a guest, Mark. As long as we share a
suite, you're fully eligible."
"Dealers take their wives and families?" Mark asked uncomfortably.
"No, stupid. This itinerary is for buying up male slaves. The
association does another trip each year to buy up female slaves - the
itinerary is entirely different for the best sources of female slaves. No,
this trip will be all male - the dealers and their guests, the entire staff
of the ship, and, of course, the entire contents of the cargo hold which
will slowly fill as be visit one market after another They claim they can
fit 5000 cages in the hold if they have to!"
"Oh, that's a little more up my line, then, John."
"That's why I'm... I'm... I'm asking you, stupid," John replied as his
body stiffened, he arched his body, and discharged volley after volley down
the Mexican slave's throat who sucked and swallowed furiously during this
successful culmination of his efforts.
"And what about all the slaves I have here eating me out of house and
home with only their rental income to offset the expenses?" Mark asked.
"Sell them off to the resort owner at a fantastic price and buy up a
whole new and interesting staff from all those exciting markets we'll be
visiting," John explained excitedly as the Mexican slave thanked him humbly
for using him, carefully put his owner's guest flaccid penis back in his
pants and again resumed a kneeling position while John began playing with
his ringed tits, fully thrust out for his user's enjoyment.
Mark gasped as he too discharged down the blond slave's gullet,
grabbing the slave's head and pressing it tightly against his groin until
the slave sucked him dry, the slave's breathing labored as he struggled for
air in that position. "Let's go, John. You arrange to sell this stock off
with the new owner's pickup and delivery the day before we both leave.
I'll stay in town until we board in that I can hardly be expected to live
here with no staff. How much, anyway, for this little venture?"
"It's a steal, Mark. $95,000 each if we share a suite, which includes
all transfers to and from the markets, usually some special receptions
sponsored by the local dealers so you get to met them personally before the
sales begin, field trips to the best breeding farms, all sightseeing, all
shipment of stock bought to the ship's hold, all cargo and maintenance cost
for any stock you buy, and, of course, full use of the ship's own slave
staff throughout the cruise. Every suite on the Fantasia as its own
steward, but you can trade around if you don't like the one assigned."
"That is a buy, John. Pay for my ticket out of the proceeds of the
big sale of my own stock. That should barely be a dent in the total sales
price," he cautioned with a raised eye brow. "I expect around $19 M for my
35 slaves," Mark threw out. "$95,000 is peanuts compared to that."
"I got the message, Mark, but the buyer I'm working with is prepared
to pay considerably more than $19 M for your stable. More like $21 M.
I'll get the best price I can - you know that - but I can see you know the
value of what you've got here," he laughed.
"Thank you, master," the blond slave said as his owner released his
head from his shaft so the slave could clean him thoroughly before crawling
back to his duty station. Now that he had his breath back, the slave, free
until a few years ago when he was enslaved for embezzling a few hundred
dollars, was in utter awe of a world where in an blink of an eye a single
person had such wealth he could sell his entire staff of 35 prime slaves
off without consulting anyone - least of all the goods being sold.
The Mexican slave wondered where his new home would be, what his new
master would be like, and what a "resort" was. It never occurred to him he
should have any input into the forthcoming changes in his life. But
instinctively he knew his life style and the use of his body would remain
about the same no matter who owned him. Slaves with appealing and
available bodies seldom had to worry about ending up on construction gangs
or toiling in the mines under a constant whip like slaves less
appealing. Probably when their looks faded in a few years, but not now.
***************************
As Mark and John stepped aboard the Fantasia and identified
themselves, a magnificent Italian slave, 19-years-old, stepped forward,
bowed deeply and asked politely if he could carry their hand luggage as he
took them to their suite. As they handed the slave their luggage, both of
the men were impressed with his trim, muscular build, his shock of thick
black hair carefully trimmed surrounding a beautifully featured face with
blue eyes, his olive-skin completely shaved below his eyebrows, his very
large, but well shaped genitals, and a wasp-thin waist below his massive
chest. His thick collar was standard issue Fantasia - anodized blue
aluminum with the corporate seal.in bright red emblazoned on it between two
large leash rings. An ownership tag was riveted through one ear and both
tits were ringed, but other than that his body was unadorned.
"Follow me, masters," the Italian slave whispered humbly as he led
them toward the suite.
"I'll flip you for first use," John said, studying the tightly
muscled, rounded butt in front of him working itself up and down as the boy
preceded them. "Heads he's blows you;' tails you fuck him. That way we can
both use him the minute we hit the cabin."
"You're on," Mark laughed. "He's a real turn-on, isn't he. If he's
any good in bed, I doubt if we'll be asking to trade that one."
John flipped the coin and it came up heads.
"Perfect," Mark said. "Plowing that tight ass is exactly what I need
right now."
"While I'm fucking his mouth at the same time," John confirmed.
The Italian slave smiled with relief when he heard the suite's new
tenants were eager to bed him down, even if he was going to be getting it
from both ends. But it sure beat getting put into the trade pool which
always meant a severe caning and some extremely painful electric shocks -
the ship's captain always assumed it was the room steward's fault if the
suite occupants wanted some other slave to serve them and therefore the
slave should be punished for his failure to please. Besides, it looked to
him he had lucked out for this cruise - both of the masters were young and
good looking.
. Quite a contrast from the last cruise when an ugly old Spaniard and his
even uglier old wife had him servicing both of them almost without rest
since neither one of them seemed capable of ever getting off anymore
despite using every trick to bring users off he'd been taught. Besides
that, both of them were into the pain scene and some days he was so sore
from their beatings he could hardly move.
When they reached the suite, the slave was ordered to immediately drop
the luggage on the floor and get on his hands and feet for a thorough
fucking in his mouth and ass. Fifteen minutes later the two new masters
traded positions and he was fucked all over again. Only then did they
order him to douche and shower, then display his sparkling clean body for
their thorough inspection, let him explain the room's various features and
controls, and then ordered him to put the luggage up and unpack their
clothes since all of their luggage had now been delivered outside their
door by the crew of baggage slaves. When finished with these chores, he
reminded his new masters they could trade him if they were unsatisfied with
his service and that his body was always available for their use at any
time.
"Stick around," was Mark's only reply as the slave assumed a kneeling
position in the corner of the suite so that he was always quickly
available.
"Thank you, masters," the slave replied sincerely with his eyes
lowered to the floor, greatly relieved he had proven satisfactory, at least
for now.
"But kept those knees spread wide - both of us expect a slave to
always show himself properly."
"Yes, master," the Italian slave quickly responded as he spread his
knees even wider than they were to best expose his large, well shaped
genitalia, still erect and dripping from his recent usage and the thorough
body examination.
****************
In the few days it took to reach Cap Haitien, the first port of call,
the Italian slave was indeed well used by his two new masters. In
addition, he got them refreshments as needed, provided food service when
they chose to eat in their suite, scrubbed the two masters when they
showered, expertly massaged them whenever they wanted, took care of their
wardrobe, and kept everything sparkling clean. Both liked coffee and cream
for breakfast: the coffee he made himself with the suite's expresso
machine; the cream he provided himself as one or the other of his new
masters milked him for the full loads they like to mix into their expresso,
a chore he always looked forward to (and always sincerely thanked his
masters for) since it was the only time he was ever allowed to relieve his
own sexual needs.
Mark and John did enjoy all the other ship activities, though. The
port talks on the upcoming Cap Haitien market was illuminating - especially
the pointers on what features to look for in Haitian stock. A special
seminar on Haitian breeding farms was fascinating. The speaker pointed out
some places in Haiti were nothing but "slave mills" which ground out
maximum output with little regard for quality, often utilizing fertility
drugs resulting in multiple, but puny, and sometimes defective,
births. Still, breeding farms of quality were still around where good
healthy broods weren't bred beyond their years, only the best studs were
employed to insure the advantages of selective breeding, and stock wasn't
sold off as mere children before adequate training could be instilled. On
this tour, the leader explained, the dealers and guests would only be
guided to products of these select farms, but still the smart buyer had to
remain alert. One buyer asked if we would find much other than blacks in
this market. The leader responded that, unfortunately, almost all the
offerings would be blacks, but occasionally a Haitian dealer was peddling
some other goods of dubious quality. But, he added brightly, this ship
would be visiting lots of ports where anything but blacks would be
plentiful, so if it was blacks you were looking for, Haiti was as good a
place as any, and the prices here were dirt cheap due to a surplus in the
market. "You'll find the prices here about as low as they get for a full-
grown healthy slave - that's why Haiti is a must stop if you're looking for
top value!"
The main dining hall featured an entirely different staff of naked and
collared slaves, obviously carefully chosen for their beauty and variety,
and it wasn't unusual that at least one of the waiters assigned to a table
found themselves under the table sucking someone off as part of their table
service while yet another found himself being masturbated by dinner guests
who wanted a warm condiment for their meat or fish entree.
After dinner shows featured slaves fucking or sucking each other in
every conceivable position, usually carefully integrated as part of a
wrestling exhibition, a cabaret song and dance show, or an extravagant
Broadway type production. These show slaves exhibited considerable artistic
talent, were stand-outs in physical beauty, and performed their sexual acts
tirelessly and enthusiastically to an appreciative audience. By the time
the evening shows were over, everyone was so horny there was almost a rush
back to their suites where they knew a most willing steward would take care
of their own needs skillfully and with enthusiasm, although some were
drained dry long before that, what with the ever willing dining room
attendants and the multitude of handsome young deck hands who did nothing
but bring you towels, drinks, and their bodies, available for your use at
any time. The Fantasia didn't stint when it came to supplying plenty of
slave staff for their customer's needs around the clock. They boasted they
had two slaves onboard for every guest and all that man flesh was on- call
around the clock..
**************
Although Mark had told John he wanted to buy a slave at every port as
a souvenir of his trip, Cap Haitien's markets didn't offer much to his
taste, despite the fact most of the offerings had been carefully bred for
the export market. Most slaves offered were huge (6'4" or over), black as
pitch with strong Negroid features, massively sexed, and extremely
muscular. Most gave evidence they were very well trained and oriented to a
lifetime of uncomplaining toil. But Mark found their extreme masculinity
almost brutish looking, their total and abject subservience to absolutely
anything made them seem almost dim-witted, and their mannerisms crude and
animalistic. John, however, had a field day, finding exactly what he was
looking for to stock his own dealership: huge, well built slaves, carefully
bred to exacting specifications and trained to unquestioning obedience, who
were perfect for farm labor, construction gangs, and mining operations -
all at an unbelievably low price. He snapped up two dozen of them at a
quality breeding farm's "clearance sale." Mark, about to abandon his goal
of at least one souvenir slave from Haiti, did, at the last moment, spot a
slave in a Cap Haitien dealership that appealed to him although this slave
certainly wasn't their stock in trade. Mark's attention was focused on a
much shorter boy (only 5"5") who was muscular and well defined, but
certainly not muscle bound, and, although he was jet black like most of the
other stock, featured fine curly black hair that formed ringlets on his
head, deep black eyes without a hint of yellow around them, thin lips, a
narrow nose, a hairless body with nicely sculptured pecs, and a long,
thick, circumcised shaft which was easily aroused to full erection by
merely wrapping your hand around it. The dealer said he was 17 years old,
but he was obviously fully mature by now and was trained to perfection in
all things expected of good looking slave boys. He actually cost
considerably less than the massively muscled slaves John bought as draft
slaves, but the dealer seemed eager to get rid of this slave that didn't
look much like the others being marketed that day, explaining that he
wasn't a product of the slave breeding farms, but rather was a product of a
Haitian slave women who had been raped by a Mexican visiting her owner's
plantation. So he was born into slavery, but certainly didn't have the same
level of training and selectivity put into the slaves off of the best
breeding farms. Mark bought the boy after John found the price unbelievably
low and both men had their purchases transported back to the ship's hold -
25 slaves between the two of them. As they returned to their ship, they
watched their new purchases being driven onboard under a steady rain of
whips from the handlers to be cleaned and then caged for the long trip
ahead.
That night, Mark had the Italian steward go down to the hold and bring
up his new purchase, the 17 year-old short black boy who was purportedly
trained to please in bed. Both Mark and then John tried him out many times
during the night and found the slaveboy to be exactly as advertised. They
even had the Italian slave fuck him deeply for their amusement when they
were through with him. He was undoubtedly very well trained and his body
proved to be most pleasing no matter what he was asked to do. Both masters
were reluctant to have their steward take him back to his cage in the hold
- most of all the 19-year-old steward who certainly got fucked a lot but
rarely got a chance to fuck anything himself.
***************
Barranguilla, Columbia was just a 36 hour trip from Haiti. The port
lecturer claimed the markets stocked everything from white Castillian stock
who had somehow drifted from conquistadors into slavery over the
generations, indigenous Indians who had been slaves since the days of
Spanish glory, black slaves bred from the numerous Africans slaves brought
over mainly in the 19th century , and endless racial mixtures - some of
which might be interesting, if not exotic. Prices would be dirt cheap, as
Columbia's economy was in ruins and they were desperate to raise cash now
that, thanks to slavery, the drug market had pretty well dried up, and, the
little demand remaining was easily synthesized in any modern laboratory for
a fraction of what the natural product cost to grow and harvest. Slaves not
bred for market were mainly prisoners of the government, condemned to
lifetime slavery for such minor infractions as jay-walking, spitting in a
public park, smoking, drinking spirits, or questioning your employer. Such
practices guaranteed a plentiful supply of new slaves which could all be
sold for foreign capitol and nicely supplemented the steady supply off of
the breeding farms who were doing a good job of slowly but steadily
improving the breed through increased physique, musculature,
disease-resistance, sexual organ size and excitability, as well as
handsomeness, overall sexual attractiveness, and lighter color since black
stock was so plentiful in world markets currently. The lecturer suggested
the dealers would probably be better off sticking to purchases from the
major breeding farms with their strong emphasis on improving the breed than
government sales of prisoners where a buyer had a hard time determining
exactly what he might be buying and could certainly expect to put some
serious training into the agenda of the newly purchased slave (formerly
prisoner) so he fully understood just what he was now and what was expected
of a slave in today's society.
Again, the port lecturer proved to be right as far as John, the
professional dealer, could ascertain. Mark found his souvenir slave fairly
early at this port at one of the dealers specializing in government sales:
a white man of about 22, Castillian Spanish judging from his high
cheekbones, jet black hair, pencil-line mustache and carefully trimmed
beard, hawk-like eyes, and golden skin. Fortunately, this was the slave's
third sale: originally sold at age 16 for car theft, his first owner had
thoroughly broken him to slavery, leaving a back and butt still mildly
scarred from that experience years ago; his second owner had bought him as
a bed buck for his five unmarried sons who introduced him quickly into what
was expected of a slave in sexually servicing his masters
satisfactorily. By now, John assured Mark, the slave was totally acclimated
to being mere property for the benefit of whoever owned him; a bodily
vessel to provide any possible sexual pleasures to his masters, and a body
that sought to please his betters simply to avoid punishment and get fed,
if nothing else. Relative to world market values, he was dirt cheap so Mark
bought the slave. John found four mixed-bloods at one of the higher
quality breeding farm outlets who were all exotics: beautiful black twins,
18 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes; a handsome Indian man of about
21 with a huge muscular build and phenomenal sexual equipment; and a
near-white boy of around 20 with rugged masculine features, including the
biggest tits on massive pecs Mark had ever seen and sporting a heavy brass
ring inserted between his nose plenum which announced to the world his
animal status.
Again Mark and John watched their naked purchases being brought aboard
in shackles and under the whip along with about 40 other new purchases and
knew all of them they would be cleaned and caged within minutes. None of
them seemed particularly upset at leaving their native country or having a
new master. John assured me slaves always thought the future would be
better than the past even though that seldom proved to be right. John
though such a mind set was intrinsic as part of being a slave.
"They just think differently," John explained to Mark.
"If they think at all," Mark retorted, looking at their blank faces as
they shuffled along, the whip bitting into their backs and shoulders as
they scurried along the deck into the dark hold below.
John had a different Columbian purchase brought up by the steward each
night for our pleasure as the ship made its way to Guyana. The boy with
the huge tits was a delight and the tits were fun to play with, especially
when you held him in position with his nose ring, although he took a fuck
splendidly, nose ring or not. The Indian had phenomenal sexual equipment
but neither one of us were turned on by him and found him unexciting in
bed, performing his duties competently but without much solid
enthusiasm. John and I both decided he was "indigenously heterosexual" but
it didn't bother John - he said women buyers would find him irresistible
due to his smooth, brown skin, his muscular body, as well as just the sheer
size of his organs. John decided he would sell best fitted with a nose ring
- that gave women buyers a strong feeling of control over a huge mass of
muscle in their bed. This was easily done since the ship's slave handlers
were well equipped to install such body fittings on any of the cargo slaves
at any time if their owners placed the request. The black twins were the
best: despite their youth they loved pleasing their new masters and knew
exactly how to give us the greatest pleasure. John suspected some previous
owner had used them as bed bucks ever since they were old enough to get it
up and had taught them very well in the process. Due to the glut of John's
purchases in our suite, Mark never did get to use his own new Columbian
purchase.
***********
When the ship arrived at Corriverton's harbor in Guyana, I was eager
to see this strange country. It was hot, humid, and all jungle with
unbelievable poverty everywhere outside the few palatial homes of prominent
slave dealers. Nevertheless, the ship's included tour was able to show us
plenty of strange exotic jungle animals in their natural habitat, lots of
luxuriant flora and fauna not found anywhere else in the world, a few
tapioca plantations and some logging operations all manned by teams of
slave labor where it was obvious the chained, naked slaves were treated
exactly as any other draft animal and, over the years, behaved exactly like
draft animals. They seemingly had lost the ability to communicate other
than by grunts and groans, responding only to a few verbal commands backed
up by the ever-present whip, and were constantly searching with their eyes
for any source of food, overseers within range with their whips, and any
opportunity to relieve themselves sexually within their chains - whether it
be the slave chained next to them, the boy bringing them water, or even
with their own hand when the overseers eyes were diverted elsewhere. Most
slaves in the teams showed hard continually and most dripped pre-cum in
their chronic need. When harnessing a team of slaves to pull a wagon heavy
with freshly cut logs, two of the draft slaves tried to mount already
harnessed slaves for some desperate relief before the overseer's whips cut
them down and they were successfully fully restrained in their own harness
for the day's toil. The resemblance to dogs in heat was unmistakable.
Despite this, the overseers' whips urged them into bending to their task
with sweat oozing out of every pore in their body. Even the slaves'
screaming as the overseers' vicious whips bit into their tough scarred
hides did not erase the look of crazed lust in their eyes, but only seemed
to highlight it.
"Don't they ever let them shoot off?" Mark asked.
"Not if they can help it," John laughed. "Owners of draft slaves
always think it saps their strength and they can get more work out of them
if they're so horny they are almost driven crazy."
"Guyana's offerings are a little bit too animalistic for me," Mark
remarked to John as the group of visiting dealers continued to witness the
harnessing scene until all slaves were fully restrained and their powerful
bodies were bent almost double in straining to pull the heavily loaded
wagon to its destination while the naked and collared overseers, obviously
slaves themselves, continued to lash the harnessed slaves' naked bodies
with the long bull whips they preferred. The overseers thanked God they
were on the other end of the whip, but knew that was entirely possible if
they ever slacked in imposing heavy discipline.
"I tend to agree with you, Mark. Animals are one thing - all slaves
are that; but wild animals are something else." John replied. "Although
there are buyers who love slaves like that and will even pay a premium.
They're hard to find in most American markets anymore."
The slave markets made up 80% of all of Georgetown since it seemed to
be the only industry outside of the export of wood and tapioca. All Guyanan
slaves were bred heavily and continually in that their progeny was one of
the country's major exports. In fact, I never saw one female slave who
wasn't showing her latest pregnancy and wondered if slave women here could
even remember not being pregnant. All their stomachs were rife with stretch
marks and their breasts were swollen and sagging at the same time,
reflecting years of unrelieved reproduction
John found just two slaves he thought he could easily get a good price
for and bought them for a ridiculously low price. Both were draft slaves
in their late teens, just as animalistic as any slave I'd even seen, and
not necessarily handsome, but perhaps appealing in their brutal
masculinity. The slaves had to be securely chained even to properly inspect
them, and when John hefted their balls and stroked their large shafts, both
slaves promptly spurted all over his hand and arm, grunting in relief as
they did so even though they knew they'd be fiercely beaten for relieving
themselves without permission. Despite their youth, both slaves' backs and
rumps were already permanently scarred from the bull-whips preferred by
overseers out in the plantations and work camps and both slaves featured
huge ownership brands on their upper right chest, their left rump, and
their upper right arm. That, combined with their permanently installed
nose rings, made them look as animalistic as they behaved.
Despite a good search of all the major dealers's pens, Mark couldn't
find even one that appealed to him and he hated to get stuck with a slave
that didn't do anything for him just to have a souvenir of Guyana. He
settled instead for some native art work - a beautiful hand-made basket
featuring some unusual Indian-African designs he had never seen
before. John commented the basket cost a lot less than a souvenir slave,
even as cheap as slaves were here in Guyana.
About 30 more slaves were delivered to the cargo holds that evening,
almost all of them similar to the ones John had bought and all heavily
chained. Even transporting them the ship, they were chained together by
their neck collars with their hands shackled behind their back and hobbled
between their ankles with a short 18' chain that only allowed short
steps. As the neck chain was undone after they were onboard, the handlers
fixed leashes to each of their nose rings for their cleansing and caging,
but the wrist shackles and leg hobbles would remain the entire length of
the trip.
As the dealers watched their purchases being led aboard, one of them
commented on how, shackled like that, none of them could gain any sexual
relief for the next 3-1/2 months unless one of the handlers decided to use
them, which he doubted, nose-rings or not. Another dealer countered that
some slave handlers, in his experience, often liked to use draft slaves in
their beds, but most didn't, and, after a while, if you even touched some
of these bound draft slaves, they would shoot off. Another dealer laughed
and asked the crowd if they had ever heard of a wet dream. This brought
the house down and, still laughing, the dealers retired to the pool bar
where handsome willing slaves awaited their every need and none of them
needed to be fitted with restraining chains, although a few were fitted
with nose rings for decoration more than anything else.
Since neither John nor Mark found John's Guyanan purchases sexually
exciting, Mark had the steward bring up the Spanish slave Mark had bought
in Columbia but never used up to this point. When the Italian slave
delivered the Columbian purchase, Mark had forgotten how attractive the 22-
year-old was. The slave fully understood why he had been brought up from
the hold and was delighted at the prospect of serving his master rather
than sleeping in his tiny cage that night. Mark found his purchase well
skilled in the use of his body, eager to bring pleasure to his new owner,
and happy to be uncaged if only temporarily. John had the same impression
when he used him as Mark ordered the Italian steward to his bed for another
round. As both John and Mark wore down with repeated sessions with the
slaves, they ended up having the two slaves fuck each other for their
amusement. By the time the Columbian purchase had profusely thanked the
two masters for his use and was returned to his cage in the hold by the
Italian slave who just minutes before had fucked him forcefully, he felt at
peace with himself. He had by sheer fate acquired a master who appreciated
his talents and, for the moment at least, his chronic need to unload his
balls was gone, having been drained thoroughly in the many times he had
been ordered to fuck that good-looking Italian slave they kept in their
room all the time. As he entered the hold with its ever present smell of
sweat, piss, and semen, he looked at the brand new purchases from a place
called Guyana who even now were dripping a steady stream of cum out of
their erect pricks, despite being leashed by their nose rings to their cage
bars so their heads were kept pressed to the bars and kept in an upright
position at all times. He couldn't imagine who would ever want to buy
animals like that, but there must be a market or they wouldn't be down in
this hold. Thank God they were securely chained in place and each slave
was caged separately. Otherwise, he knew, just looking in their eyes, he'd
be raped to death before they even got to the next port.
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It only took overnight for the ship to reach Paramaribo, Surinam
where, once Mark and John went out on the outside veranda of their
air-conditioned suite, they were overcome with the intense heat and
humidity so dense the air was constantly foggy. Dressing as lightly as
possible, they departed the ship to join the tour sponsored by the dealers
association - this one to the bauxite mines which supported the struggling
nation's frail economy and a stop in the densest part of the jungle to see
the ocelots, tapirs, anteaters and other animals common here. The trip
would be short, they were assured, in that both sites were very close by
which would allow them plenty of time to inspect the goods at Paramaribo's
slave markets and would then return them to the cool comfort of the
Fantasia.
As soon as the group had assembled, about 25 litters arrived, each
capable of comfortably carrying two people and each carried by 8
well-muscled naked slaves - about 75% blacks and the remaining Asians, all
chained by their collars to the litter itself. John asked the guide why
there were Asian slaves in this part of the world.
"About a 100 years ago, a disease ran through the blacks and they were
afraid they'd die out, so they imported thousands of Chinese slaves who
were incredibly cheap at the time. No sooner did the Chinese slaves arrive
in mass until the disease mysteriously disappeared. So now both races made
up the bulk of the slaves, but the blacks reproduce like rabbits so its
about three blacks to every Asian slave now."
John and Mark climbed into the nearest litter whereupon it was
instantly lifted to the bearers' shoulders with a chorus of grunts and
joined the convey of other loaded litters to the mines. Almost as quickly
as they had arrived, all 25 litters, now each carrying a full load, wound
its way down a narrow jungle path where overseers, stationed along the path
periodically with their bull whips raining down on the backs of slaves not
keeping up the brisk pace of the convey, insured a fast trot was maintained
despite the heavy loads, the crushing heat, and the vapid humidity.
Within minutes the convey reached the center of mining operations and,
with a great sigh, the 8 slaves gently lowered the litter smoothly for our
easy exit and then knelt beside it - their only option due to the short
neck leashes fastened to the litter itself. Most of the litter bearers
were gasping for air by this time and their bodies were sweating buckets as
their leg and shoulder muscles twitched occasionally, recovering from the
extreme exertion.
But the litter bearers were obviously a privileged lot compared to the
scene in front of us at the bauxite mines. Here slaves, chained together
by their neck collars as well as well as rings surrounding the base of
their genitals, worked together in gangs in 100 under the watchful eye of a
single overseer for each gang. Each gang, working in exact harmony with
each other to avoid the inevitable painful tugging on their balls, had an
exact task. One gang would open the ground with pick axes, followed by the
next gang which scooped the exposed ore into wagons drawn by another gang,
followed by another gang pick axing the next layer open, followed by
another gang with shovels, etc. Each gang was kept constantly at their
assigned task under the overseers' whips which rarely were at rest. Beside
each overseer stood a brazier with hot irons as well as electric cattle
prods for slaves no longer putting forth their best efforts with the whip
alone. All of the slaves were grotesquely muscular, all had their backs
and rumps covered with numerous scars and fresh open weals from the whips,
most had least five or six heavy burn scabs from the hot irons, and each of
their ball sacs were obscenely stretched from their history of trying to
stay in exact coordination with their fellow gang workers. The mine workers
hadn't seen a hair cut or shave in years and obviously weren't allowed
toilet breaks. Their excrement simply dried to their rumps and upper legs
as they emptied their bowels in motion and they pissed at will, never
having been house trained in any way.
"They're filthy," one of the dealers remarked as he covered his nose
from the stench.
"Yes," our guide said, "it hasn't rained yet today. The rain cleans
them off a little, but they always stink it seems."
"How much use can you get out of a slave worked in gangs like this?"
another dealer asked as he watched one of the mine slaves beaten to the
ground with the whip as the nearest slave screamed in agony from having his
balls crushed by the band squeezing his scrotum attached by a chain to the
fallen slave.
"They last quite a while if the overseers don't have to use the hot
irons much," the guide said as we all witnessed the fallen slave receiving
a hot iron on his back as an added incentive to get back on his feet and
resume work. "Five to six years if we're lucky before we have to feed them
to the piranhas. But slaves are cheap here, so its still by far the
cheapest way to extract bauxite. A lot cheaper than power scoops and all
the diesel fuel they consume. The first mining company was foreign and used
mechanical equipment, but their competitors ran them out of business using
slave labor. There was no way they could compete!"
"If you use them up so fast, where do all your replacement slaves come
from?" another dealer asked.
The guide laughed. "Every slave woman in Surinam is kept constantly
pregnant so there's always a fresh supply 15 or 16 years down the line.
Besides, only about 40 percent of the male slaves end up here at the mines.
The others are bought for tasks that generally have a much longer life span
than these boys here can expect. The slaves sold to the mining companies
are generally those who are just muscle and not much else in terms of
looks, sexual appeal, or talent. Stock like that are generally bought and
sold in bulk lots in that all the companies are buying them for is raw
muscle power - they're listed as 'brutes' in the sales brochures."
"Well, I doubt if any of us are going to waste space in the ship's
hold on these 'brute' slaves,' another dealer told the guide.. "Remember,
we're dealers. Anything we could turn a profit on would have to be in the
60% that have more going for them than just muscle strength, no matter how
cheap they are. The cost of shipping them to our dealerships, let alone
feeding them until they were sold, would far exceed what, no doubt, the
pittance we could get them for here."
"Yes," the guide said. "Brutes are generally only bought and sold
locally for that very reason. But the markets back in town can show you
some quality slaves we also offer. I just thought you would be interested
in how slaves can be utilized a lot cheaper than machinery, even figuring
in the feed. Of course, the overseers are slaves themselves, so that
doesn't cost much either. Any outfit here NOT using slaves for most of its
work or energy needs just can't compete."
"So?" one of the dealers asked.
"So, my point is, if slaves can be produced cheaply enough, you can
underbid any technological advantage the so-called advanced countries
claim. Its been Surinam's salvation when it comes to competing in the
world markets."
"Point well made," the dealers said in unison as they gave their guide
a around of applause. "Thanks for bringing us here - it was interesting."
As the dealers got back into the litters, it was hard not to notice
the bearers shivering with fear as they knelt in position, leashed to the
litter. When one of the guests lifted one of the bearer's head to look at
his eyes, the slave's eyes were filled with raw terror.
"What's with the litter slaves?" the guest holding the slave's face
asked.
"Oh, they always act this way when they're brought to the mines.
They're terrified we might leave them here as mine slaves," he laughed.
"I think I'd shiver a little at that thought too," one of the dealers
laughed as we all got back in the litters, were lifted smoothly onto the
shoulders bearing them and were swiftly conveyed down a narrow path to the
next stop where some native animals could be observed in their natural
habitats. Both John and Mark had seen most of them back in Guyana but the
anteaters and tapirs were new and it was indeed a rare treat to see the
jungle in all its savage, unspoiled beauty from this observation station,
totally quiet except for the ragged breathing of the litter slaves after
their hard run. A rare jaguar sniffed around one of the litters and rubbed
himself against one of the bearers who, chained to the litter so escape was
impossible, pissed and vomited in raw fear. This was truly a Kodak moment
and most of us took advantage of the opportunity to record the jaguar's
visit. The jaguar smelled the terrified slave's butthole, licked the
slave's ball sac, sniffed the vomit, and then, as suddenly as he appeared,
disappeared back into the jungle. The slave keeled over as he fainted from
sheer fright, his neck leash holding his head at an odd angle, but the
overseer's whip quickly brought him around again.
When we aligned ourselves in the litters again, we were carried
through jungle so dense you could hardly breathe, but the brightly colored
birds seemed to be everywhere and jungle flowers bloomed profusely. As we
went further and further into the jungle, it was hard to ignore the
desperate gasps for air from the bodies beneath us as they struggled for
air in the torpid environment, exceeded in volume only by the increasingly
frequent cracking of whips followed invariably by the muted groans and
screams that insured the pace never slackened. But just as quickly as we
entered the jungle, we emerged out of it right into town and within a few
blocks we were in front of the major slave sales houses where the best of
the available merchandise were fettered to display stands up and down the
street. Huge pens in back of each of the houses contained thousands of
'brutes' chained together for sale by lots of 50.
Mark and John strolled up and down the street looking over the
offerings despite the horrible heat, the awnings over the best merchandise
doing little to cut anything but the glare. Naked slaves, wet with sweat,
swung huge palm leaf fans over our heads to stir up a little breeze, but
even that didn't help.
John picked out five hybrids he thought he could market well: all four
were half Asian and half Negro but the mixture in this case came out well.
Each had the best features of both races: the large statuesque and muscular
bodies of the blacks; the sinewy feline grace and beautiful faces of the
Asians. All fiver were in their late teens, straight haired, devoid of body
hair naturally, smooth skinned, and heavily hung. When John fingered their
bodies, they all responded quickly, despite the heat, with fully erect
organs and erect tits. Two started dripping from the fingering, and one
began bucking his hips as John began stroking him. Their prices were a
tiny fraction of what they would cost in the States - indeed, each one was
priced less than a five-year-old used car back home. John bought four of
them; Mark bought the fifth one whose hair was a little finer than the
others, was a couple of shades lighter than the others, and the only one
whose tits had been ringed some time ago meaning, of course, he had
considerably larger tits by this time.
Inspecting the slaves exhausted both John and Mark in the unrelenting
heat, so they quickly took a waiting litter back to the ship and its
air-conditioned comforts. Other dealers, generally buying a lot more
slaves, stayed longer and one was even negotiating for several lots of
'brutes' for reasons known only to himself. Someone remarked that the
dealer himself owned a silver mine somewhere - maybe he needed to stock it.
By late afternoon, all the dealers were through buying and all stock
purchased was transferred to the cages in the ship's hold, ventilated but
not air-conditioned, so the heat down there was stifling. Mark and John
stayed in their room rather than watch the stock being loaded as they
usually did when departing. After the Italian slave had bathed both of
them, he was put to work servicing them in the cool of their room. Within
a hour, the slave's stomach and bowels were both filled with his masters'
loads of cum and he was left cleaning himself out as his masters drifted
into a late afternoon siesta. The ship, by this time, was well on its way
to its next port of call, Porto Alegre, Brazil.
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments always appreciated. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)