Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2012 01:24:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Bezistan Chronicles" Chapter 10  (Gay Male / Authoritarian)

THE BEZISTAN CHRONICLES
Chapter 10
The Flight into Slavery

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This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of
eighteen years.

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): December, 2009 re-edited March, 2012
Read all my stories at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories

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Chapter 10: The Flight into Slavery

Part 1: Luc

Bewildered by all that has happened; I peer out from my cage into the dimly
lit interior of the cargo plane which is carrying me into
slavery. Altogether there are twenty-three of us - each of us is locked
individually into a numbered cage - and the cages are stacked three high in
a single row running down the centre of the cargo cabin. My cage is placed
on the middle level with cages immediately above and below my own and on
either side of me. All the cages are securely fastened down to prevent
injury to their miserable occupants - we are after all, valuable livestock
and our new owner wouldn't want us damaged in transit

My cage allows me to kneel, to sit with my knees against my naked chest or
to lie on my sides with my legs drawn up. If I become too cramped I can,
with difficulty, 'stand up on all fours'.  However, these positions aren't
very comfortable and I fear my journey is to be unbearably long and
difficult. The floor of each cage consists of a deep tray filled with a
granulated substance that reminds me of 'kitty litter' - its purpose is no
doubt the same - to absorb our bodily wastes and to minimise the smell. My
nose tells me it isn't fresh and it has been used for transporting other
unfortunate prisoners before me. An unintended side effect of this material
is that its softness does provide us with a cushion for lying on - that is,
if one isn't too squeamish in considering it prior uses. I assume that the
naked occupants of the other cages are all similarly discomforted.

This arrangement of the cages allows the two slave-handlers traveling with
us to adequately observe and control us from both the front and rear of the
row. These two, mean looking individuals are armed with a contraption
similar to an electric cattle prod and wicked looking whips, which they
gleefully threaten to use on any prisoner foolish enough to cause them any
trouble. I shudder at the sight of their whips and instinctively know that
the whip will soon be used to both control and discipline me.

Fortunately, upon arrival and stowage, the overseers removed our mouth gags
and gave us water to drink and I have to say that water had never tasted
sweeter. It was then that I realised I hadn't had anything to eat or drink
since the previous day.

I listened as my betrayer, Mike hysterically shouted abuse and obscenities
at the two impassive guards when they removed his gag. I enjoyed his scream
of outraged pain as one responded by using the prod on his naked body to
settle him before they replaced his gag to prevent any further
disruption. I truly rejoiced in his suffering and I felt satisfaction at
seeing him in pain. As for the rest of us - well looking at his quivering,
pain-racked body convulsing on the floor of his cage - convinced us any
protest was futile. His punishment was a grim warning to us to behave.  Or
else suffer as Mike is suffering.

After Mike's punishment, the only sound heard over the monotonous drone of
the plane's engines was the gentle sobbing of traumatised, young men being
carried into unknown and frightening futures.

I can't adequately convey my sense of shock at my sudden reversal of
fortune. How long have I been locked in my cage? One day? Two days? What
day is it? What time is it? Is it day or night? I don't know and this is to
be the unbroken pattern of my life as a slave. I'm to learn all too quickly
that any concept of time isn't of any consequence to a slave. He only knows
the endless days of his slavery and what day it is, what month or even what
year it is hasn't any relevance for him. All measurement of time is denied
a slave - he exists only for the moment; to serve and pleasure his
master. A slave only needs to know that he must ALWAYS devote his all time
and energies to serving his owner. Nothing else is expected of him; indeed
this is what is demanded of him.

                           >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

On my confused reckoning, this is my second night in my cage. The hunger
gnawing at my belly tells me I haven't eaten for nearly two days; if this
is so then this is Sunday night. Was it only last night that I'd been
betrayed and rendered unconscious, only to awaken naked, shackled and
gagged in a cage in the dark depths of an isolated warehouse?

During my confinement in the warehouse, I'd overheard my captors discussing
their prisoners' futures as slaves somewhere in the Middle East. My mind
rebelled at the thought that slavery still exists. Surely they are
mistaken? Everyone knows slavery was abolished two hundred years
ago. However, I'd watched, in horror, as Mike was overpowered, stripped
naked, bound and gagged and placed in a cage by his two companions. It was
then that I knew, with sickening clarity, that slavery does still exist and
that I am now a slave. This realisation caused me to vomit.

My captors' conversations about the fates awaiting us still spins,
incomprehensively, around in my mind. Their comments that we are to be
trained as `pleasure slaves' and sold as `fuck toys' to wealthy masters
fill me with terror. This can't be happening; after all I'm not gay. All my
sexual activities to date have been heterosexual but I do know about
homosexual practices. The very thought of another man using my body for sex
is repugnant - although I had fantasised about Mike in the showers and I'd
wondered 'what if?'

Little do I know that, within a few days, both my mouth and ass-hole will
be undergoing strict training to pleasure another man's cock and that
there's nothing I can do to prevent this from happening.

My thoughts return to the warehouse and how I and my fellow prisoners were
loaded into a lorry for transportation to some isolated airstrip. One by
one the cages were lifted by a forklift, driven by Craig, and carried out
to a loading bay. There, other men manhandled the cages into the back of
the covered lorry. To these men, we were little better than livestock
undergoing transportation.

Locked in our cages, they totally ignored us; they were dispassionate in
their observations of us and obviously indifferent to our fates. These
workmen carried on an animated conversation about football, politics and
their current girlfriends. They saw us as slaves and as such we were no
more than animals. Interspersed through their conversations, they
invariably described us as "fucking, stinking, filthy animals pissing and
crapping in their cages". However, this was a job they had done a number of
times before and, no matter how distasteful, as long as they were well
paid, they were prepared to tolerate our smell and ask no questions.

Finally, after all our cages were loaded, Brett handed over documentation
listing our personal details to the driver for use upon our arrival at our
destination. The driver of the lorry signed a paper acknowledging the
receipt of all twenty-three of us and climbed into the cabin together with
the men who had helped to load our cages. Then with a cheery wave and a
"see you next load" to Brett and Craig, the lorry left for the airstrip.

Once under way, terrified and weeping, we endured a two hour trip to the
next leg of our journey into slavery. The trip to the remote airstrip was
along secondary roads and down back lanes, away from major highways, to
avoid any chance encounters with police or other authorities. The driver
showed scant regard for our comfort as he sped through the night. For our
part we prisoners were jostled and thrown about within the confines of our
cages. For us, this trip is the beginning of the nightmare that would only
worsen with each passing day.

Eventually, within the dark confines of the lorry, we felt the vehicle
gradually slow down before coming to a halt. I heard the driver and his
companions climb down out of the cabin and I strained to hear them talking
and laughing as they were joined by others. Suddenly, the canopy enclosing
the lorry was torn away exposing our naked bodies to the chill of the night
air. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I made out the bulky shape of a
cargo plane waiting on the nearby tarmac. Without further delay, a forklift
began to unload our cages and deliver us into the bowels of the plane.

Panic-stricken, I and my fellow captives renewed our desperate but futile
struggles to be free of our prisons. One by one, the cages were removed
from the lorry, taxied over to the rear of the plane before disappearing up
the ramp and into the cargo hold. Terrified and in total disbelief, I held
on to the bars of my cage as it was hoisted into the air and taken up the
rear ramp and into the plane. Inside the plane, two Arabs were directing
the placement of the cages.

Helplessly, I was aware that my cage was placed on top of another and
shortly after, another cage was placed on top of my own. Soon all
twenty-three cages were loaded and securely fastened down to prevent any
damage to us. Once this was done, the rear ramp was closed and the plane's
engines noisily started up for a quick departure. We were on the final leg
of our journey into slavery.

Once airborne, the two Arab handlers accompanying us inspected both front
and rear of the cages checking that all was secure. Satisfied that all is
well, one of the Arabs uncoiled a long whip of buffalo hide. Noisily
cracking it through the air to gain our attention, he then addressed us.

"Listen slaves, for that is what you now are, listen and pay heed. You are
on the final leg of your journey to the estate of your owner, His Highness,
Prince Rashid. The flight will take about twelve to fourteen hours and on
arrival you will be quickly processed into your future lives as slaves".

At his words, we began to shout as much as our gags would allow and to
violently kick the front panel of our cages in protest. Once again the whip
crackles through the air forcing us into silence.

"SILENCE! One more outburst such as that and we'll haul you out of your
cages, one by one, and give you a taste of our whips. Now listen and listen
carefully for I'm only going to say this once.  YOU ARE NOW SLAVES and you
will be treated like slaves. Slaves DO NOT talk unless given permission to
do so by their masters. And you do not have our permission to speak -so
remain SILENT. Accept these preliminary rules and save yourselves a lot of
pain".

"These", he said as he held up his electric prod- "can inflict a lot pain
and we won't hesitate to use them on any slave who tries to defy us. Now,
there are some rules you need to know governing your behaviour on this
flight. Soon we will remove your gags and give you some water to drink. As
we do this YOU WILL REMAIN SILENT! You'll have to wait until your arrival
at your Master's property before you are given food. Your hands will remain
shackled behind you for the duration of the flight and should you need to
relieve yourselves during the flight, then that will be unfortunate as you
will NOT be removed from your cages So it's simply a case of `hold on' or
`let go'- the choice is yours. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Noisily cracking their whips to further subdue us, both overseers move down
the row of cages.  One by one they open each cage and remove the gags from
our mouths. When they remove the gag from Mike's mouth however, he
immediately unleashes a torrent of abuse and obscenities.

He screams that they are making a mistake and warns them of Prince Rashid's
anger once he learns of Mike's true identity. He tells them that he is a
friend of Prince Rashid and enjoys a very close relationship with His
Highness.

Jeering, they laugh at his protestations as one of them presses his prod
into Mike's naked body.  Instantly, the troublesome, new slave screams in
agony and collapses into a writhing heap on the bottom of his cage. As they
replace his gag, they tell him that he will stay thirsty until we arrive at
our destination. Somehow, as I watch Mike's suffering, I don't think their
comments register with him

I and my fellow slaves look on, in horror, at Mike's quivering body and
twitching limbs. All of us are now aware of what to expect should we speak
or show any sign of defiance. The silence is broken only by the hum of the
aircraft's engines and our soft crying.

True to their word the two overseers commence to water us. Firstly, we are
ordered into a kneeling position. Fearful of the prods and the punishment
handed out to Mike, we hasten to obey and kneel within our cages and await
further orders.

Without realising it, this fear of punishment and my prompt compliance with
the overseer's command marks my first step into slavery. I'm not to know
but from now on I'll find it easier to obey all orders given to me.

Methodically, they move from cage to cage and allow us to siphon our fill
of water from a container through a tube placed in our mouths.

Once we'd been watered, we settle down in our cages as the plane continues
its slow flight through the night. The steady drone of the plane's engines
lulls many us into an exhausted sleep. I sleep fitfully and I'm frequently
disturbed by the sounds of coughing, snoring and farting.

Gradually, I become aware of the predawn light seeping into the plane's
interior through the window ports. I'm painfully aware of my usual early
morning erection straining for relief. I'm surprised at this - I thought my
trauma would prevent any arousal on my part. However, with my wrists
fastened behind me, I have to suffer the frustration of not being able to
masturbate and gradually, my erection subsides. Looking at the slaves on
either side of me, I see that they are experiencing the same frustration.

The hours pass slowly as the plane continues its slow but steady journey
towards it destination.

All is silent around me as we huddle dejectedly in our cages. Inevitably,
we are now resigned to our fates and know that, all too soon, we will be
confronted with unimaginable horrors. I am filled with fear and uncertainty
about my future prospects and I shed bitter tears for the friends and
loved-ones now permanently lost to me.

My life as a slave promises to be unimaginably bleak.

Suddenly, there is a change in the pitch of the plane's engines and I sense
that the plane has commenced its slow descent. Panic and hopelessness now
grip me as the plane continues its descent to the isolated desert airstrip
far below us.  My fellow slaves utter cries of despair as the plane bumpily
lands and lurches along the tarmac before finally coming to a stop.

The overseers once again crack their whips menacingly through the air and
order us to remain silent and motionless as we cower in our
cages. Fearfully, we now await our fates.

                            >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

On the airstrip, Prince Rashid and Geoff, his estate manager wait for the
plane to come to a halt.  Impatiently, Rashid waits for the crew to open
the cargo hold. He is anxious to board the plane to examine this latest
cargo of human misery that makes up the third shipment of slave livestock
from the UK for this year.

For the waiting captives their journey is at an end. Now begins the next
phase of their journey into total and complete slavery.


To be continued....