Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 22:56:08 EDT
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mandrasat: Part Two
MANDRASAT
Book One: My Name Is Shareem
Chapter One: January 17, 2003(cont'd).
Four guards moved Sean quickstep down the hallway toward a pair of fire
doors. Two guards jumped ahead, shoving the doors open and pushing him onto
a stairwell landing.
The guard pinning his hands behind his head released them and said, "
Downstairs, slave." The guards double-timed their naked prisoner down two
flights of stairs, laughing at the way his cock bounced up and down at each
step, then shoved him through another set of fire doors at the bottom into a
large room, the sight of which shriveled his balls like an arctic blast. He
was in a dungeon. Eight cells faced each other, four each on opposite sides
of the room. Chains, manacles, and whips of all kinds hung from hooks on the
walls and ceiling. Large leather covered tables and chairs fitted with
straps and cuffs were situated at either end of the room.
Still averse to turning his head, Sean's eyes darted from side to side as
he was marched between the eight cells; four were occupied, each holding one
prisoner, stripped naked as he was, but he could see no more before the
guards came to a halt in front of an empty cell, one of the them pushed the
door open and another shoved him inside.
"Do not make any trouble, slave," one of them growled. "I would very
much enjoy teaching you proper behavior."
With memories of the agonies he had undergone in just the past hour still
literally burning in his flesh, he knew better than to cause anyone with a
cattle prod any trouble at all. He was shoved face first against the cell
wall, his head pulled back and a steel ring snapped around his neck.
"This collar will remind you every day of your life that you are nothing
but a slave," the guard sneered. "It is locked for good and can never be
unlocked without the special key that only Master Shareem carries, and Master
Shareem never unlocks a slave collar." Then he cuffed Sean's hands behind
his back and shoved them up between his shoulder blades; a short chain was
clamped at one end to a ring at the back of the steel collar and to the cuffs
at the other, then he was spun around to face the guard who had threatened
him.
"I will be on watch here for the next five hours," he snarled viciously,
digging his fingers into Sean's testicles, "and if I hear anything that
sounds like a word coming out of your mouth, I will drag my fucking cattle
prod over every inch of your fucking body. Do you understand me, slave?"
Sean, teeth clenched and doubled over in pain, nodded, his guts twisted
with fear and rage. Another guard brought a steel bowl into the cell and set
it on the floor.
"This may not be what you are used to eating in the American Navy," the
guard mocked, "but it is what slaves eat; it is what you will eat from now
on, and it will keep you strong for all the jobs you have to perform." The
other guards laughed out loud at that remark, but Sean did not even want to
think about what it might mean. Then, as though some cue had been given to
his body, his stomach growled and, in the midst of all his pain and
humiliation, he suddenly felt weak with hunger. He hadn't eaten since well
before the weight lifting competition the day before. After the guards left
the cell, locking it behind them, Jeremy looked down at the bowl at his feet.
"It's a fuckin dog foodbowl," he thought disgustedly, "and what the
fuck is that shit inside? It looks like puke, piss, and cum all mixed up
together."
What Sean did not know was that a mixture of powerful herbal sedatives
had also been blended into the unappetizing slime. Even though he would
rather have puked his guts out than suck down the slop in front of him, his
hunger was overwhelming him. Struggling, he got to his knees, bent over,
and, choking and gagging, began to lick the gruesome muck from the bowl.
It was thick, like gluey mucous, and tasteless, and Sean tried to
suppress the thought of what it looked like and what it felt like in his
mouth, and sucking it out of the bowl was not only degrading, it was a
revolting and nauseating experience. In spite of his feelings of revulsion,
Sean discovered he was ravenously hungry, and this primal necessity overcame
his disgust, and he lapped up the entire bowl of scum. When he finished, and
to distract himself from thinking about the muck he had just consumed, he
straightened up and took inventory of his surroundings.
The bare cell was perhaps seven feet by five feet; he estimated he could
lay full length on the floor with a few inches to spare at either end, but
not side to side without curling up into a tight ball. He saw a drainage
hole in one corner, which he guessed passed for the head, and three feet
above it, jutting out from the wall, a steel nozzle.
Sean crawled over on his knees to take a closer look at the nozzle and
saw that it was a plunger type faucet. How else, he wondered, could he get
water with his hands cuffed behind his back? Straddling the hole, and, while
pissing into it, he leaned forward, closed his mouth around the nozzle, and
began pumping his head back and forth and was rewarded with long spurts of
lukewarm water.
He sucked on the nozzle for a lengthy period time, replenishing the
liquid he had lost during Shareem's torture session. He also realized that
the water was bulking up the slop he had just eaten, and he felt comfortably
full, and that was perhaps the only good feeling he had. Vivid images in his
mind of the agony Shareem's cattle prods had wreaked on his body amplified
the sharp jolts of pain that still sliced spasmodically through his body,
head to foot.
His cheeks and jaw throbbed and burned where Shareem had backhanded him,
but in the midst of all this pain, he was beginning to feel exceedingly
exhausted. He wanted to take a look at the prisoners in the neighboring
cells; he wanted to worry about Jeremy being taken by Shareem's guards for
the night, instead, he slumped to the floor, shut his eyes, and was gone.
At what seemed like the very next second, a blinding light and
ear-shattering wail exploded all around him; he tried to stand, but his hands
cuffed together behind his back and chained to the steel ring around his neck
threw him off balance, and he fell forward, smashing his face to the floor.
>From somewhere deep inside his being, a force rose up, countermanding his
brain's order to his mouth, and Sean remembered at once where he was and what
had happened to him. He clenched his jaw, stifling the curse rising in his
throat. He did not scream. He did not curse. He remained mute.
Four guards appeared at his cell door, cattle prods in their hands. "It
is morning, slave. Time to get up," one of them said. "Your training starts
today." They unlocked the door and charged into his cell. "Your first lesson
is to remember what Master Shareem taught you yesterday,"and he struck Sean'
s shoulder with his cattle prod. All four guards hit him repeatedly with
their prods as he screamed and tried to roll himself into a ball. They kicked
him, continuing to hit him with their prods; when they stopped, they stood in
a circle around him, laughing and watching as he howled and convulsed on the
floor.
One of them grabbed his hair and cuffed wrists and hauled him moaning and
sobbing to his feet and shoved him out of the cell and into the dungeon. He
was scarcely able to move his legs, so two guards seized his elbows and
shoulders and dragged him through a set of fire doors opposite the ones he
had entered the night before and into a stairwell identical to the one he had
been led down on his way to the dungeon. He was pushed through a second set
of doors into another hallway and finally into a shower room where further
torment awaited him.
-0-
Six very tall, very muscular, black males, stark naked, wearing steel
slave collars around their necks and large steel rings piercing their nipples
and earlobes stood in the middle of the room. They were hairless, head to
foot and glistened as though their bodies had been oiled.
"These Nubian slaves are your grooms for today," the lead guard said. "
You are to be shaved and douched and made presentable for Master Shareem, and
I advise you, slave, not to struggle unless you want to taste the kiss of our
cattle prods again. And do not forget that you are completely naked to their
touch." He then motioned for the slaves to come and take him.
The six black slaves ran forward grinning and snorting and pulled him
over to the far wall, under the shower heads. "On your knees, slave," the
guard ordered, but Sean did not have time to react before the Nubians had
shoved him onto his knees, and fiery eruptions from his most recent session
with the cattle prods shot through his body bringing a cry of pain from his
lips.
One of the slaves turned on all of the showers, drenching himself, Sean,
and the other slaves who were laughing now, grunting, and making animal
noises. As water cold as ice pounded his body, a slave lathered Sean's head
with soap and another began drawing a straight edge razor over his scalp. He
had always kept his hair cut in the short military buzz called,"jarhead," so
in a very few seconds, his was shaved completely bald. His face was lathered
next, and two day's worth of blond stubble was expertly shaved away.
"On your back, slave," the guard shouted, but again, the Nubian slaves
pulled him backwards,flat on the floor before he could respond. With his
hands cuffed behind his back and chained to his slave collar, his upper body
was immobilized. One of the black slaves knelt behind Sean's head,and,
bending over, planted his hands firmly on his chest, giggling and chirping,
and making sure his enormous genitals hung down, brushing across the sailor's
nose and lips.
Two slaves on either side spread his legs and pinned him by his ankles
and knees to the floor, and, as the showers beat down on the length of his
body, the remaining slave, straddling his hips and rubbing his beefy tackle
against Sean's, lathered and shaved his chest, belly, and pubes. The guards
stood just beyond the spray of the showers, watching and holding their cattle
prods ready.
Sean grunted loudly and began squirming when the slave grabbed and
stretched his foreskin and began slowly drawing his razor along its shaft.
"Do not struggle, slave, the guard laughed, or you might lose something
you would rather keep." The other guards laughed at Sean's predicament as
the giggling slave slowly stroked the edge of his razor along the length of
Sean's fully erect and rigid cock. He next shaved the sailor's scrotum
clean.
His legs were raised and shaved from crotch to ankles, then bent and his
knees pressed against his chest. His inner thighs were lathered, and he was
shaved completely around his fully exposed hole; almost before he was aware
of it happening, he was flipped over onto his belly. Razors scraped down his
back, over and between his buttocks, and finally down the backs of his legs;
finally he was hoisted onto his feet. Three more Nubian slaves had entered
the shower room and were standing along a side wall, heads bowed, hands
clasped behind their backs, grinning.
The guard ordered Sean to be brought to where he stood, then he released
the chain from the steelcollar around his neck and unlocked his cuffs. "
Hands out from your sides, slave," he ordered. "They still have to shave
your arms and armpits." After the slaves had completed this last task,they
were ordered to make sure there was no stubble or wild hairs left anywhere on
Sean's body.
"Check every crease and crack," the guard sneered.
Starting with the top of his head, three of them ran their hands slowly
over every inch of his body while two waited with razors if needed. Sean
kept his eyes closed in rage and humiliation as the giggling Nubians rubbed
their bodies as well as their hands over him; finally they nodded their heads
in approval, chirping and grinning.
"Good," said the guard. "Douche him." Immediately two guards cuffed
his hands behind his back again, snapping the short chain to collar and
cuffs. The Nubian slaves shoved and dragged him out of the shower room,
across the corridor, and into a latrine, a room less than half the size of
the shower room with a line of drainage holes along the far wall. The place
stank worse than a stockyard.
As they pulled him to the floor, bent his legs and pressed his knees
against his chest, one of the guards walked up to a wall cupboard and removed
a large jar of petroleum jelly and several plastic squeeze bottles topped
with long, tapered applicators. He handed the bottles, filled with a clear
liquid, and the gel to one of the Nubian slaves and said, "Three times."
The slave grinned and began chirping and snorting along with his fellows,
then squatting down and facing Sean's anus, he started smearing the gel over
and around and deep into his hole. When he had coated the squeeze bottle's
applicator with gel, and with Sean looking on flabbergasted, he rammed it
straight into the sailor's ass, squeezing the bottle forcefully, shooting a
half quart of liquid deep into the his bowels.
"Do not shit until you are told to, slave," the guard snapped, "or you
will be eating it off the floor. Grit your teeth until I say to shit." Sean
obeyed, grinding his teeth together, forcing his sphincter and gut muscles to
remain closed and groaning as the cramping in his guts intensified.
After what seemed an interminable length of time, the guard ordered the
Nubians to squat Sean over a hole in the floor and hold him tightly in place,
then roared, "Now shit," and slapped him hard across the face.
He cried out loudly as the contents of his bowels exploded down the
hole; the spasms continued for several minutes even after his movement
ceased.
"Again," the guard ordered,and the Nubians repeated the douching two
more times.
When Sean had finished his third convulsive movement, and only the clear
liquid shot down the hole, the Nubians pulled him to his feet, dragged him
back to the shower room, where, after the guards had removed his cuffs, began
vigorously scrubbing him under the deluge of cold water head to foot,
giggling and laughing and playing with his body.
He was constantly aware of the proximity of the guards and their cattle
prods, but nine heavily muscled Nubians could do pretty much anything with
his body they wished, with or without armed guards around, and they did.
They chewed and sucked on his nipples, jammed fingers up his ass, did
everything with lips, teeth, and tongues except, on direct orders from the
head guard, allow him full orgasm.
After watching the Nubians play with Sean for several minutes and
laughing and joking about it with his comrades, the head guard ordered him to
be brought in front of him and to raise his arms above his head, then walked
slowly around him. "Bend over and grab your ankles, slave," he growled, and
motioned for two of the Nubians to spread his buttocks wide. Sean grunted,
shifting his weight from foot to foot as the guard fingered his hole.
"Nice and clean," he said, " and ready to do its duty." As the other
guards laughed, he ordered Sean to stand up and move out.
He was quick marched out of the shower room and into the stairwell and up
two flights of stairs to what he assumed was the building's main floor. The
guards returned him to the room in which his first encounter with Shareem had
taken place, and Shareem was there waiting for him with half a dozen guards,
each with a cattle prod in hand.
-0-
"Now you are starting to look more like a proper slave," he said, "
except for your pasty white cock and ass, but a few days of hard labor under
our desert sun will take care of that. Stand over there," he ordered,
indicating the wall to Sean's left, then he told one of the guards in Arabic
to, "fetch the other one."
Turning back to Sean, he said, "We will be making a few `adjustments'
in your appearance, "he smiled menacingly. "For one thing, you have yet to
be circumcised."
The pit of Sean's stomach froze instantly, paralyzed by his long standing
irrational fear of forced circumcision.
"We will attend to that in due course," Shareem concluded.
He then told one of the guards to pin Sean's arms behind his back, and
two guards to stand on either side of him, prods ready.
"I think he is still a bit skittish," he chuckled, stepping in front of
him. "One day very soon, slave, you will not even blink an eye when your
master enjoys his ownership over your body. In fact, you will look forward
to it."
Then he began to finger Sean's nipples, rolling and tugging them,
generating a cascade of electric sensations that surged down through the
prisoner's belly and washed over his genitals. His two nubs went rigid, hard
as stones; Shareem sucked and chewed on them causing Sean to moan and writhe
under an unremitting assault of teeth and tongue and his cock to spring full
length rigid.
"Ah, yes," Shareem gloated, massaging the underside of Sean's swollen
cockhead with his fingers, "my new slave enjoys nipple play. We shall note
that in his dossier."
Then Shareem stood back,squeezing Sean's nipples again between his thumbs
and forefingers. "Excellent," he said. "these brown beauties will take
ringssplendidly."
At that moment, the door burstopen and Jeremy was propelled into the room
by three grinning guards. Sean could only gape at what he saw. Jeremy had
also been shaved head to foot and wore the same kind of steel slave collar as
Sean's with the same small rings front and rear; his hands were cuffed behind
his back, but it was the shape he was in that caused Sean to cringe.
His friend's face was bruised and battered and his right eye was
swollen almost completely shut; his lips were split and puffed, and, as
evidenced by numerous welts and bruises, he had obviously taken a heavy
beating from his chest to his knees.
Shareem made him turn around so everyone in the room could see his
buttocks reddened from intense and repeated flogging, then he ordered the
guards to bend him over and spread his cheeks to expose his inflamed hole.
Fury exploded in Sean's guts, enraged at seeing that his friend had not
only been beaten, but had been viciously gang raped by Shareem's guards. He
craved overwhelmingly to pulverize Shareem on the spot with his fists, but
the agonizingly vivid memory of his own punishments and the hopelessness of
their situation allowed him only to boil and seeth inside.
"And how did your overnight guest behave himself? "Shareem asked one
of the guards in English. "I hope he was a considerate guest."
"Well, Master Shareem," the guard responded also in English, "at first
he did not appreciate very well our hospitality, but after we explained at
length our customs, he was more than willing to show his appreciation."
Shareem and the other guards laughed out loud.
"And have you instructed him sufficiently in our customs," he asked the
head guard, "so that he might demonstrate his knowledge on this other slave I
captured with him?"
"Yes, Master Shareem. Most assuredly," then he motioned for the guards
standing beside Jeremy to move him directly in front of Sean and uncuff his
wrists. "On your knees, slave," he shouted, and Jeremy instantly dropped to
the floor. Sean was startled by Jeremy's immediate compliance with the guard'
s command, and feared what it might portend for his own future.
Two additional guards moved in on either side of Sean, their cattle prods
poised to strike. Tears welled up in Jeremy's eyes as he bent forward to
tongue the foreskin of Sean's limp cock, then, stretching the curtain of skin
back, began to suck on his friend's blossoming cockhead.
Sean froze; his best friend, his buddy, was kneeling in front of him
bruised and beaten, and sucking his cock, and all around him, motherfucking
guards with their motherfucking cattle prods, and he couldn't do a thing
about it. He might as well have been tied to a stake. In spite of his best
efforts, his cock began to harden inside Jeremy's mouth, as he began doing
things to it with his teeth and tongue and lips that no Bangkok whore had
ever done.
Jeremy rubbed his hands over Sean's ass and into his crack, fingering his
hole as he slid his mouth back and forth along his cock, scraping his tongue
under its head. Sean himself fought an overpowering desire to grab Jeremy's
smooth, shaved head and thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deep down
into his throat.
With all his strength heresisted the furnace belching fire from his balls
and cock and through the pit of his stomach; with sweat glistening over his
entire body, he forced himself to remain motionless, teeth clenched, unable
to control his cock, but refusing as best he could to allow himselfto become
possessed by it.
Ultimately, resistance became impossible, and with a loud cry of ecstasy
and anguish and, with violent spasms, volley after volley of cum ripped out
of Sean's cockhead, his entire body violently shuddering with each convulsion
much to the delight of Shareem and his guards. When his load had finally
been spent, he hunched over Jeremy's body,wrapping his arms around his friend'
s shoulders, and moaning, laid his cheek against Jeremy's back, his tears
mixing with his friend's sweat.
"Excellent," Shareem chortled, "can he demonstrate what else he has
learned about our customs?" He said, sneering at the captives kneeling in
front of him, their arms around each other.
"Yes, Master Shareem. I will arrange it at once." He then ordered
guards to pull the two apart. Slamming his boot into Jeremy's buttock, he
shouted, "Knees and forehead to the floor, slave." Turning to Sean, he
shouted, "Get over there and fuck that slave's ass." Sean immediately
scurried away, backing up against the wall.
"Do I understand you refuse my order?" the guard snarled. Sean remained
silent, then the guard nodded to those standing around Jeremy, who
immediately hit him with their cattle prods. Jeremy collapsed, convulsing on
the floor, screaming in agony.
Sean was horrified at the pain he had apparently caused his friend, and,
as though he were reading his thoughts, the guard said, "Every time you
refuse to obey my order, this slave will suffer. Now, go and fuck his ass."
Again Sean hesitated, and again a barrage of prods rained down on Jeremy's
defenseless body. Sean hurled himself across the room to his sobbing friend
and tenderly helped him to his knees.
"Oh, Jesus," he railed insilence. "I've got to fuck you Jeremy. I've
got to fuck your ass or they'll kill you with those fucking prods.
Motherfuckers! Goddamn motherfuckers!"
Kneeling behind Jeremy, his arms wrapped around his friend's chest, he
hoped his groans would convey his hatred at what he was being forced to do.
He closed his mouth on the base of Jeremy's neck and moaning deeply, stroked
it with his tongue. He gently massaged Jeremy's bruised stomach and abs with
his finger tips, finally cupping his hands around his friend's genitals.
Jeremy knew what Sean was trying to communicate, and he loved him for it,
but he also knew and had known ever since the first time he'd seen him naked
that he hung one of the biggest, thickest cocks in the Navy, and, still in
agony after taking Shareem's guards up his ass all night, he was terrified at
the thought of the pain Sean's monster shaft might inflict. Nonetheless, to
let him know his awareness of his friend'smisery, Jeremy bent over and
touched his head to the floor.
"Bravo!" Shareem shouted. "Bravo! That is excellent progress."
Sean seethed with rage; he wanted to kill Shareem on the spot. He wanted
to rip the bastard's motherfucking Arab tongue out of his motherfucking Arab
head. He wanted to kill all these motherfucking Arab sons of bitches, and he
didn't care if they seared his skin off with their motherfuckingcattle prods,
but he did care about Jeremy. That was the only thing that kept him from
hurling himself at Shareem's throat.
"Oh my poor Jeremy," hemoaned in the silence of his mind. "I got no
choice." He spread Jeremy's buttocks and stared at his ravaged hole, and
without a second thought, closed his mouth over it, and using his tongue,
began gently caressing its inflamed lips.
Jeremy groaned at the intensity of the pain as Sean's tongue began to
penetrate further and further, all the while caressing his buttocks. Sean
hoped that Jeremy would remain calm and relaxed as he grasped him by his hips
and rose slowly to a crouch and began sliding his cock gently back and forth
in his friend's crack, willing it this time to harden.
At last, he touched his cockhead to the lips of Jeremy's hole, surprised
at how hot it felt; then remembering the entire opening was swollen and
inflamed and would naturally feel hot, he grasped Jeremy's hips tighter and
began to press himself cautiously forward.
As Sean slowly shoved himself in deeper, Jeremy struggled to remain loose
the way the guards hadforced him to learn the night before, but the very
movement of Sean'sthick, rigid spike through his hole wasexcruciating, as
though his innards were being ripped apart with sandpaper. He gritted his
teeth and sobbed uncontrollably, but there wasn't just the pain; as the
searing pressure increased, there was also the ecstasy, the thrill of
actually feeling his friend burying himself inside his body, inside his very
being, not seeking to brutalize, but to comfort and reassure.
The edges of the experience were ablaze with pain, but at its core was a
breathlessness of pleasure, and Jeremy wanted to give pleasure back.
"Oh, Jesus," Sean agonized,"if I hate this so much, if I hate doing this
so much, if I hate myself so much, why does it feel so good?"
When his thighs rested against Jeremy's ass, he bent completely over,
resting his chest and head on Jeremy's back and shoulders, his own ass split
wide open like a melon, his hole fully exposed, his legs spread, his weight
balanced on the balls of his feet, hips slowly and rhythmically grinding
against Jeremy's buttocks. Suddenly the head guard yanked off his belt,
walked up behind Sean and cracked it hard across his buttocksand hole.
"I said fuck his ass, not take a walk. Let me see your ass move," and
he cracked his beltagain, causing Sean to cry out and propelling him into
Jeremy'shole up to the hilt.
Immediately, Jeremy's gut muscles snapped shut around Sean's distended
cock and he began thrashing about on it, pumping his ass like a piston,
slamming it against Sean's thrusts, then pulling hard against the imprisoned
shaft.
Sean groaned loudly, and, as though they had minds of their own, his hips
ground faster and faster against Jeremy's ass, and the heat caused by the
friction of Jeremy's clenched gut muscles and his wild rocking and bucking
against his cock dragged Sean mindlessly over the edge.
Forgotten were the agonies he had suffered, the degradation and
humiliation since he first came to after his capture, forgotten too the fear
and confusion that wracked his brain when Shareem claimed him as a slave.
For this suspended instant, the only reality was his raging cock, plowed deep
inside Jeremy's ass, and the heat flaming up from his balls.
Jeremy squeezed Sean's cock so tightly that his cum felt like it was
trapped in a searing lavapool between cock and balls, and, as the pressure to
erupt increased, the intense heat and pain brought savage growls and ragged
cries from his lips.
Shareem's crotch bulged enormously, as did each guard's in the room;
they grabbed atthemselves, the dark spots of precum hidden by the camouflage
designon their fatigue pants. Then, accompanied by loud cries, Sean'scock
erupted, salvos of his hot cum ripping through it, exploding into Jeremy's
guts. Each wild spasm brought a new cry,until his grinding hips began to
slow and the eruptions dwindled and moans replaced cries that blended with
Jeremy's.
They collapsed onto the floortogether, drenched with sweat, moaning,
sobbing, gasping for air,Sean still writhing on top, still buried deep inside
Jeremy.
The room remained silent forseveral minutes, Shareem and his guards
spellbound by the incendiary scene played out in front of them by these two
incredsibly handsome and muscular captives. Shareem then ordered the guards
to pull the two apart, have Jeremy suck Sean's cum smeared cock clean, and
prepare them for transport to Mandrasat.
After Shareem left the room and Jeremy had completed his assigned task,
the guards dragged him and Sean to their feet. Over the two days of their
captivity, they had learned the futility and agonizing consequences of
resistance, so they did not struggle as their wrists were cuffed behind their
backs and reattached by chain to their slave collars. They did try, out of
reflex only, to pull away as cloth gags were forced into their mouths, which
brought quick retribution, as the guards viciously rammed their fists into
their stomachs.
With gags tied securely inplace, and their captors roughly pushing them
through the door, Sean and Jeremy were marched down the corridor, across the
stairwell landing and on to the far end of the building, through a set of
outer doors and onto a loading dock where, in the rising heat of a desert
morning, Sean's guts froze in panic.
Six small animal cages were set along the edge of the loading dock; four
of them contained one naked, male prisoner each; the tops of the two empty
cages were open, and Sean and Jeremy were pushed along toward them. They
were each forced to climb into a cage and sit down, drawing their knees back
to their chests while their ankles were shackled to bars on either side.
One of the guards grabbed Sean by the back of the neck, pushing his
head down and snapping the top of the cage shut. It was a very tight fit for
his six foot four inch frame. The cage could not have been more than three
and a half feet long, if that, less in height, and perhaps two and a half
feet wide.
"Do they not look pretty,"one of the guards taunted. "Like presents
going off to the sheik's palace." The rest of the guards hooted and laughed
aloud, andanother sneered, "You mean off to the sheik's riding school." This
brought more laughter.
Even though tightly doubledover, Sean could turn his head freely from
side to side and see whatwas happening. To his right, Jeremy, also chained
by his ankles to bars on either side of his cage, his shoulders heaving as he
sobbed. To his left, the prisoner in the cage next to his, but only the
shackled feet of the caged prisoner next to him.
His neighbor in misery, naked, shaved head to foot, gagged, cuffed,
and chained, appeared to be roughly the same age and size as Sean and Jeremy
and looked completely traumatized, staring at the floor of his cage, eyes
wide with terror, a slave collar around his neck. Sean could hear one or two
of the other prisoners down the line sobbing into their gags like Jeremy.
He fought hard against the dread and despair welling up inside his
guts. He deliberately refused to believe all the slave crap that Shareem, if
that was his real name, had been spouting, but his mind forced him to take a
realistic look at his situation. He was naked, his body completelyshaved; he
was bound and gagged, chained by his ankles to the bars of an animal cage; he
was wearing a slave collar, and he'd been beaten, tortured, and forced to
fuck his best friend in the ass. He was living a nightmare, an
excruciatingly painful nightmare.
"This can't be happening,"he thought. "It can't be, but, Jesus, it is."
Suddenly a large openbed military truck with a canvas roof roared into
the loading area, and as it backed up to the dock, Sean's guts froze again,
and he heard muffled wails coming from some of the neighboring cages. It was
no great stretch to figure this truck would be taking them all to their fate.
Over the noise of the truck's engine, one of the guards hollered, "Here
comes the doctor," andSean turned his head and saw a pudgy, middle aged Arab
man walking along the dock toward them; he was not dressed in a military
fashion,but wore the red and white checkered headscarf prevalent in that part
of the world and a white smock over his shirt and trousers. He carried a
black medical satchel, which added to Sean's sense of foreboding.
The man did not speak, but placed the satchel on top of Jeremy's cage,
opened it, and, while Sean watched from his cage, removed a small black case
from which he extracted a hypodermic needle, then, kneeling down on one knee,
plunged the needle into Jeremy's upper arm, discharging its clear golden
liquid into his body. Jeremy whimpered, but made no other sound.
The man next moved to Sean's cage, took a new needle from the black case,
and repeated the procedure. He made the same stop without saying a word at
each of the other prisoners' cages.
By the time he had finished injecting the last captive, Jeremy had fallen
forward in his cage unconscious, and Sean was aware only of roaring thunder
in his head and a hot prickling sensation rippling across his body, then from
the floor of his cage, darkness swiftly whirlpooled up around him, and he was
gone.
Shareem entered the dock area just as Sean slumped over. He stood by the
first cage, observing theguards as they began moving the other cages onto the
truck.
"Veryprofitable," he mused as the guards secured the cages in place
on the truck with cables. "Very profitable indeed. Six healthy slaves for
the auction block, all prime specimens, well muscled, and this time, all
Americans."
Then his face darkened and he scowled."Very soon," he thought to
himself, "that arrogant race will hand over its young males to me simply to
avoid its own extermination." Then with a hiss of disdain, he leapt onto
thetruck to inspect the cages and their unconscious contents more closely.
Tugging on the cables to assure himself that they were fastened securely, he
moved from cage to cage, inventorying the sedated prisoners within.
"The American sailors who thought they were invincible; a stupid,
bourgeois university student who fantasized about becoming a Mujahid warrior.
A young fool who actually believed he had been summoned from Chicago to
direct the Royal Qassir Bank, and lastly, two construction workers from the
oilfields of Qumran, who engaged in one drunken brawl too many; well, from
now on they and the rest of these slaves will fight in combat pits for the
amusement of their masters.
"Six fools," he smirked "Six among many."
He folded his arms across his chest and looking over his cargo, nodded
his head. "These six will easily go for well over two hundred thousand,
maybe more, plus." he smiled, "many additional hundreds of thousands from
their deposits into Mandrasat's sperm bank." He discovered he was drooling
which surprised even him, and he laughed aloud, stepped off thetruck, and
began walking toward the far end of the dock where a black Mercedes waited
Four of the guards jumped onto the truck to accompany the slaves to their
ultimate destination andto make sure no problems arose. The guards remaining
at the loadingdock slammed the truck's tail gate shut, tied its canvas sides
and back in place, and shouted to the driver to be on his way, and with that,
the fate of the six unconscious prisoners inside had indeed been sealed.
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Suddenly a large openbedmilitary truck with a canvas roof roared into the
loading area, andas it backed up to the dock, Sean's guts froze again, and he
heardmuffled wails coming from some of the neighboring cages. It was nogreat
stretch to figure this truck would be taking them all to theirfate. Over the
noise of the truck'sengine, one of the guards hollered, "Here comes the
doctor," andSean turned his head and saw a pudgy, middle aged Arab man
walkingalong the dock toward them; he was not dressed in a military
fashion,but wore the red and white checkered headscarf prevalent in that
partof the world and a white smock over his shirt and trousers. Hecarried a
black medical satchel, which added to Sean's sense offoreboding. The man
did not speak, butplaced the satchel on top of Jeremy's cage, opened it, and,
whileSean watched from his cage, removed a small black case from which
heextracted a hypodermic needle, then, kneeling down on one knee,plunged the
needle into Jeremy's upper arm, discharging its cleargolden liquid into his
body. Jeremy whimpered, but made no othersound. The man next moved to Sean
'scage, took a new needle from the black case, and repeated theprocedure. He
made the same stop without saying a word at each ofthe other prisoners'
cages. By the time he had finishedinjecting the last captive, Jeremy had
fallen forward in his cageunconscious, and Sean was aware only of roaring
thunder in his headand a hot prickling sensation rippling across his body,
then from thefloor of his cage, darkness swiftly whirlpooled up around him,
and hewas gone. Shareem entered the dock areajust as Sean slumped over.
He stood by the first cage, observing theguards as they began moving the
other cages onto the truck. "Veryprofitable," he mused as the guards
secured the cages in place onthe truck with cables. "Very profitable indeed.
Six healthyslaves for the auction block, all prime specimens, well muscled,
andthis time, all Americans." Then his face darkened and he scowled."Very
soon," he thought to himself, "that arrogant race willhand over its young
males to me simply to avoid its ownextermination." Then with a hiss of
disdain, he leapt onto thetruck to inspect the cages and their unconscious
contents moreclosely. Tugging on the cables to assure himself that they
werefastened securely, he moved from cage to cage, inventorying thesedated
prisoners within. "The American sailors whothought they were invincible; a
stupid, bourgeois university studentwho fantasized about becoming a Mujahid
warrior. A young fool whoactually believed he had been summoned from Chicago
to direct theRoyal Qassir Bank, and lastly, two construction workers from the
oilfields of Qumran, who engaged in one drunken brawl too many; well,from now
on they and the rest of these slaves will fight in combatpits for the
amusement of their masters. "Six fools," he smirked "Six among many."
He folded his arms across hischest and looking over his cargo, nodded his
head. "These six willeasily go for well over two hundred thousand, maybe
more, plus." hesmiled, "many additional hundreds of thousands from their
depositsinto Mandrasat's sperm bank." He discovered he was
droolingwhich surprised even him, and he laughed aloud, stepped off thetruck,
and began walking toward the far end of the dock where a blackMercedes waited
Four of the guards jumped ontothe truck to accompany the slaves to
their ultimate destination andto make sure no problems arose. The guards
remaining at the loadingdock slammed the truck's tail gate shut, tied its
canvas sides andback in place, and shouted to the driver to be on his way,
and withthat, the fate of the six unconscious prisoners inside had indeedbeen
sealed.
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MANDRASAT is very much a 'WorkUnder Construction,' and I would appreciate
hearing your thoughts andsuggestions should you choose to continue reading
through the story. Please email your comments to
Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>