Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2012 02:49:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Kernowski <mattie2316@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave To The Lash part 2

SLAVE TO THE LASH - THE ONLY LANGUAGE HE UNDERSTOOD WAS THE WHIP

by Matthew Kernowski


PART TWO



Just before the auction begun, the slaves' naked bodies were smeared with
goosefat as was standard practice to make their flesh glisten and even more
attractive. Goosefat could make even the most undesirable slave very
desirable! It was understandable that the sellers would want to make their
slaves as appealing as possible. A slave could fetch anything from
five-hundred to five-thousand dollars and Sloan knew only too well that
Matthew would be in the higher end of those figures. Ed Danvers didn't
bother bidding on any of the other slaves, he clearly had his sights set on
Matthew.



Matthew was fifth in line to take the stage, his metal collar and communal
chain had been removed and he was now secured by means of an ankle shackle
and short chain fixed to a steel ring in the stage floor. The four slaves
before him had all sold for less than two-thousand dollars each, but it was
clear there were a lot of interested buyers when Matthew took the
stage. The bidding subsequently reached $5300, the highest amount ever paid
for a single slave, and the highest bidder was unsurprisingly none other
than Ed Danvers. Immediately following the auction Matthew was led from the
stage by two of Danvers' henchmen and chained to the back of a horse-drawn
wagon. Danvers' other slave was already there, also secured by his wrists
to the wagon, although the ball and chain had now been removed from his
leg. The two slaves were left alone for a few minutes and Matthew tried to
introduce himself and make conversation but the other slave seemed too
terrified
 to talk. He just remained silent and kept his gaze firmly fixed to the
ground. Just then, Matthew saw Danvers approaching carrying a whip coiled
up in his hand. Now Matthew started to feel scared too as he tried to brace
himself in readiness for his first whipping. Danvers came real close up and
stood behind him, Matthew closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth
expecting to feel the first lash across his back, but surprisingly enough,
it never came. Instead he felt Danvers' face close to his as he craned his
head over Matthew's shoulder. Danvers' rough bristles from his unshaven
chin felt uncomfortable against the bare flesh of his shoulder. The smell
of scotch was heavy on his breath as he spoke.  "You'd better be worth
every cent, boy!"


Danvers and his two henchmen climbed up onto the wagon and started on the
six mile journey toward the ranch with the two slaves in tow. Matthew
didn't relish the thought of embarking on such a long trek completely
barefoot with the sun beating down on his naked body. At least the goosefat
might serve to protect his skin from the sun. He glanced toward the other
slave but he didn't seem to be experiencing any discomfort whatsoever. Over
the years his body had probably become accustomed to such arduous
journeys. Then again, Matthew felt it was preferable to the whippings he
was no doubt soon to receive. For the first two miles Matthew could feel
every little pebble or rock beneath the tender soles of his unprotected
feet and it wasn't long before they were sore and bleeding. The pain must
have showed on Matthew's face.


"It gets easier." His fellow slave assurred him. Matthew was astonished
he'd actually spoken to him but realized that Danvers or his men wouldn't
be able to hear them over the sound of the horses' hooves. Matthew seized
the opportunity to introduce himself once again.  　

"I'm Ben." The other replied. They still kept their conversation to a
minimum but now that they were able to talk with one another it seemed to
make the journey less of an effort. Ben knew only too well the trepidation
Matthew was feeling right now but there was little he could do to reassure
him about the beatings he would receive. Danvers could be very
unpredictable especially when it came to new slaves. It wasn't unknown for
him to stop the wagon halfway through the journey home to have a little fun
with his newly acquired slave. This usually involved raping and whipping
the new boy. The only thing Ben knew for sure was that before this day was
over, Matthew would be getting fucked in the ass by Danvers. Ben didn't
tell Matthew about any of this but he did advise him to prepare himself for
anything.


"Do the whippings ever get easier?" Matthew asked. Ben thought about this
for a moment before he replied.


"Only when the master gets himself a new slave. The whippings never get any
easier but they do become less frequent." Ben felt it was best to be
completely honest with Matthew, it would be cruel to try and sugar-coat the
situation when asked a direct question.


The two slaves didn't say a word for the next half mile or so, Matthew was
the first to break the silence.  　 "That ring through your cock,
does it hurt?"

"It did when it was first fitted three years ago but the soreness doesn't
last for very long... Three... maybe four days."

"It looks really uncomfortable."

"You soon get used to it."

"Can it be removed?" Matthew asked curiously.

"Short of cutting your dick off, no."

"And what about the cage?"

"Sometimes it's removed for sexual intercourse with the master but other
than that it's a permanent fixture."

"Are slaves ever allowed to have sex with each other?"

"Dear God, no. Such acts are punishable by death."

"Really?"  　 "One time, two slaves found a way to remove their
chastity devices and engage in sexual activity. They were soon discovered
and the master immediately ordered their execution by way of molten lead
poured over their genitals and into their anuses."

Matthew was visibly shaken on hearing this, but Ben continued anyway.

"That's when they started making us wear these." He said, pointing down
toward a solid steel band around the shaft of his cock. Matthew hadn't
really noticed it before due to the chastity cage partially obstructing
Ben's manhood.

"What is it?" Matthew enquired.

"It's what they call a Kali's Teeth Bracelet that has internal sharp metal
spikes which basically stop the wearer from becoming aroused and getting an
erection."  　 "And all slaves are fitted with one of those?"

"Yes, you'll be fitted with the same chastity devices."

Matthew looked down at his own cock as if imagining what it will be like
when he too is wearing a chastity device. He then spent a few moments
studying the scars on Ben's body.

"Does the punishment ever stop?"

"I won't lie to you, Matt, for the first year you'll experience some of the
most intense tortures ever. Sometimes as a disciplinary measure, other
times purely for the master's pleasure."

"So, in a year's time my body will be as scarred as yours?"  　
"Yes."

Once again the fear showed on Matthew's face. Ben attempted to offer him a
little reassurance.

"The thing you need to do is emotionally disassociate yourself from your
body."

Matthew looked confused, Ben tried to clarify what he'd meant.

"Your body belongs to Danvers, it's his property to do with whatever he
desires. You are merely the spirit that carries that body around. Remember,
the master can beat your body but he cannot break your spirit... unless you
let him."

"But when does all this being a slave thing end?"

"It doesn't."

"But I've heard stories that slaves are only good for three or four
years. Surely you must be near the end of your time as a slave?"

"I am. At the end of the month my life as a slave will be over."

"But I thought you said..." Matthew interrupted.

"Then I'll be crucified." Ben continued.

If it wasn't for the fact that their chains were pulling them along causing
them to keep walking, Matthew would've stopped in his tracks.

"Crucified?.. Aren't you afraid?"

"A little, but it's the normal fate for all slaves at Danvers' ranch who
have outlived their usefulness. You just have to accept it when the time
comes."

The more Matthew learnt about Danvers, the more he'd wished he'd been sold
to another buyer. He hadn't even arrived at the ranch yet but already he
was thinking about ways of escaping. He didn't like the thought of having a
master who wouldn't even allow him to touch his own dick, but more than
anything, he didn't relish the thought of being crucified.

When they eventually saw the ranch looming up ahead, Ben turned to Matthew.

"We probably won't get the chance to speak again, but just remember what I
said about breaking the emotional ties with your body."


On arrival at Danvers' ranch Matthew was immediately taken to the barn by
the same two men who rode aboard the wagon with Danvers. They held him
while the resident blacksmith pierced his cock and fitted him with a heavy
steel ring. The procedure was painful and the ring felt extremely
uncomfortable but Matthew knew he'd have to get used to it. As soon as the
piercing was done, the blacksmith, just as Ben had predicted, then fitted
the hinged chastity device known as the Kali's Teeth bracelet around the
shaft of Matthew's cock and locked into place. Matthew could clearly see
that the sharp internal spikes of the bracelet would penetrate the shaft of
his cock if he were to get even the slightest erection. After a while a
slave's cock was trained to remain flaccid at all times unless the master
desired otherwise, in which case the bracelet would be temporarily removed.


Finally a steel chastity cage was fitted around Matthew's genitals
rendering them completely inaccessible to anyone, including Matthew
himself, who didn't have a key. After the chastity hardware was securely in
place. Matthew was shackled to one of the thick supporting beams of the
barn in readiness for the branding of his upper arm signifying he was the
sole property of Ed Danvers. Again, the two men held him while the
procedure was carried out. The blacksmith withdrew an iron with the
familiar "D" in the center of a star, from the glowing coals of a nearby
brazier. He leveled the red-hot iron with Matthew's upper arm before
pressing it firmly against the flesh. Matthew could not contain himself, he
screamed to the heavens as the iron hissed and seared his flesh. The
blacksmith held the iron in place for a while to ensure the branding was
deep and permanent. Afterward, the two men led Matthew from the barn and
over to a whipping post where Danvers' was
 already standing with his trusty coiled whip in his hand.


"Chain him up." Danvers ordered. The two men immediately complied. The
whipping post, although this was just one of many strategically placed
about the ranch, consisted of a sturdy wooden frame where the victim could
be secured in spreadeagled fashion and offering the whipper unobstructed
access to both the back and front of his body. No sooner was Matthew
secured to the frame that he felt the first lash across his back.

"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!


The first lash was delivered with so much force it made Matthew buckle
forward and he would have fallen to his knees had it not been for the
chains holding him. It felt like someone had sliced his back open with a
red-hot sword, and before he had chance to recover from the first lash the
whip was striking him again and again in rapid succession, barely allowing
him any respite inbetween strokes.  "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!
"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!  "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!
"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!


It felt far worse than the branding he'd just endured. Matthew knew the
whippings were going to be painful but he could not envisage just how
painful. He kept his teeth tightly clenched in order to stop himself from
crying out in pain. He'd heard that Danvers didn't take too kindly to
screamers, and crying out would have just made matters worse, and as
painful as it felt, with the whip tearing deep into his flesh, he'd have to
somehow endure it. He had no idea how many strokes Danvers intended to give
him. Apparently, with Danvers there was no such thing as "twenty lashes" or
"forty lashes", he simply whipped you until he'd had enough, not you. Matt
just prayed that it being his first day Danvers might go easy on him.
"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!  "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!
"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!  "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!
"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!

After about twenty-five lashes the whipping stopped and Matt thought his
prayers had been answered until Danvers positioned himself in front of him
and proceeded to whip his belly.  "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!
"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!  "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!
"SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!  "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!

Danvers must have administered another ten lashes, although nobody was
keeping score, before stopping altogether. By this time Matt was close to
losing consciousness.


"Take him down!" Danvers said as he started to undo his pants. His two men
instinctively knew what that meant. They unshackled Matthew from the
whipping frame and bent him over. Danvers approached the boy and just like
what he'd done at the slave market earlier that day, he spat on his hand
and used it to lubricate Matt's butt-hole before ramming his cock inside
him. A feeble, barely audible moan emanated from Matt's lips as Danvers
fucked him hard. It was all over in a matter of minutes, Danvers grunted
with ecstasy as he shot his load deep inside Matthew. Then, pulling his
cock out, he wiped the last drops of cum on the boy's ass cheeks before
straightening himself up, fixing his pants and casually walking away,
leaving his two men holding the new slave. Even though their boss hadn't
said a word, they knew that their job now was to lock Matthew in the
compound where they held all the slaves. It was basically a cellblock
hidden from view behind the barn
 - two slaves per cell, although new slaves spent the first couple of
months alone in a single cell. The two men dragged Matthew into the cell
and threw him onto the bunk. They turned around to leave but paused and
looked at one another with evil grins. Being Danvers' henchmen did have its
perks, and with that they both undid their pants and walked toward the
semi-conscious boy lying on the bed.



When Matthew woke the next morning every inch of his body felt like it had
been beaten to a pulp. He could vividly remember the whipping but after
that things got a little hazy although he seemed to recall being forced to
suck someone's dick while somebody else fucked him in the ass. He remained
laying on his bed and looked at the marks that now adorned his body, they
were still very sore. He turned his attention to the ring through his cock,
he would've liked to examine it more closely but the chastity cage
prevented him from doing so. The only advantage of the chastity cage was
that it protected his genitals from being struck by the whip during last
night's flogging. From what he could tell, the ring had an internal
diameter of about two-inches. The blacksmith had forged the ends together
so that the ring could not be removed, heatsinks were used during this
process to prevent to hot metal from causing serious and permanent burns to
the slave's
 manhood. Matt found he was able to get his little finger between the bars
of the cage and touch the ring. It still felt sore but with a little effort
he was able to rotate the ring, which seemed to ease the discomfort
slightly.


Just then he heard the sound of somebody yelling and a lot of commotion
just outside the compound. It was the familiar sound of Danvers' voice
barking orders at someone. Soon after, this was followed by the sound of
someone being whipped. Matthew counted no less than sixty lashes and felt
sorry for the poor unfortunate on the receiving end of those. Then he heard
Danvers' raised tones again.

"Take him to the barn and introduce his balls to the red-hot pincers!"


Matthew could hear the slave in question voicing his protests as they
dragged him to the barn. Matt could not see what was going on but he could
hear them as they passed by the compound enroute to the barn. There seemed
to be a deathly silence when they reached the barn, followed by the most
gut-wrenching scream that Matt had ever heard in his life, and one that
would no doubt stay with him for the rest of his life. It was at the moment
he realized what a sadistic bastard Danvers was and the predicament that he
himself was in. He did not want to be in this place. He would need to think
of an escape plan but right now he would have to bide his time until he'd
been assigned his daily tasks. During his conversation with Ben he'd
discovered that some slaves are assigned to work the fields where they're
not constantly under the ever-watchful eye of Danvers himself. The trouble
was with Matthew being the "new boy" Danvers probably would keep him close
by for
 the first week or two.



Matthew was still fantasizing about escaping when he heard an army of
Danvers' men approaching to wake the slaves for their morning ablutions,
which consisted of being taken to a shower room where they were lined up
and sprayed with cold water from a high-power fire hose. A de-lousing agent
was added to the water to keep the slaves free from lice and ticks. The
water had a soothing effect on Matt's whip-ravaged body. The slaves were
ordered to turn around and face the wall, bend over and spread their butt
cheeks so that their assholes could be deep cleaned. Matthew was thankful
for this, having been fucked God knows how many times the night before and
feeling really dirty about the whole thing. All slaves were shaved smooth
and kept that way, and not even allowed pubic hair because that's the way
Danvers preferred them to look. The only thing that wasn't shaved was their
heads but their hair was always kept closely cropped. Again, this was down
to
 Danvers' personal preferences.


After ablutions it was time for their morning rations which usually
consisted of a bowl of lentil soup and a wedge of bread. Their meals were
served outside regardless of the weather. They sat on benches at long
tables where they were watched carefully by Danvers' men. It reminded
Matthew of some kind of modern-day concentration camp where the prisoners
were fed just enough to keep their strength up in order to face a hard
day's toil. It was easy to distinguish the new slaves from the old ones by
the amount of scars on their bodies. It was easy to tell that every slave
there had had a least one whipping. After they'd eaten, the slaves were
split up into small groups, although most of them knew what tasks they had
to do for the day. It was only new slaves like Matthew who awaited to be
assigned their duties. Soon, all the slaves had been ushered off by their
respective guards to do their day-to-day tasks. Only Matthew remained and
awaited instructions.
 Two of Danvers' men, although not the same two as the night before,
approached Matthew and escorted him in the direction of the big house where
Danvers was already waiting on the porch. He ordered Matthew to turn around
while he examined the whip marks from the night before and shook his head
clearly indicating he wasn't satisfied yet.

"I need to see some real scars on you, boy." Then, turning to his men,

"Chain him up and fetch me my flesh-stripper." The 'flesh-stripper' was the
name he'd given to one of his more lethal whips and consisted of two-tails
of coarse leather with shards of metal and bone at regular intervals along
the entire length of the tails. This whip was designed to cut deep into the
victim's flesh.

Matthew was shackled to the whipping frame in the same spreadeagled fashion
as the day before. Danvers walked around him like a lion circling its prey.

"Go fetch the blacksmith to remove the chastity cage, I want this slave's
cock to feel the whip today." One of the men swiftly hurried over to the
barn to summon the blacksmith. On their return the blacksmith quickly
removed the cage and the Kali's Teeth bracelet from Matthew's genitals. Now
Matthew felt really vulnerable and scared. It was clear that the whip
Danvers was now holding would indeed strip the flesh from someone's body.


(To be continued)