Andrew's Fate Chapter 3
'When you are released you will kneel and bow to me and kiss my feet, understand slave' said the overseer. After kissing Abdul's boots I am ordered once again to kneel. I do my best to kneel as I know he wants but the Arab kicks my knees even wider until the pain in my groin is intense.
'You had better learn to adopt display positions quickly slave' he remarks.
I have no choice but to endure the pain of this uncomfortable posture and, as I look down, there staring me in the face is brand mark on my left thigh, a symbol I had never seen before; it is red and angry and hurts like hell. And above my cock is a line of 6 numbers about an inch in height. I have never felt so humiliated and degraded.
Abdul attaches the chain to my collar and orders me to my feet. He leads me from the room, back across the yard and returns me to my cell. Before he leaves he has me adopt the kneeling position once again and informs me that I must kneel like this immediately any overseer enters the building. The door to my cell slams shut and Abdul leaves. I sit down on the bunk, my head in my hands, my face wet with tears and my right thigh throbbing with excruciating pain. David speaks but I hardly hear him. Eventually I turn my head.
'Now to you believe what I said earlier,, he asks.
'Yes' I reply. 'You are right, we are slaves and I don't know what to do'.
'There is nothing we can do' Says David. 'I don't even know where we are and we'll never escape from here let alone away from the compound; there are guards everywhere'. Is that brand really hurting? They branded me three days ago and mine is still painful. Tomorrow you will probably be pierced and ringed and that is even worse'.
'My god, what can be worse than this' I cry in desperation. Nothing like trying to cheer me up.
The door bangs open and David and I instantly kneel behind our bars. This time two Arabs appear each one leading a naked boy by a rope around his neck. They pass by our cells towards the other end of the building and then we hear the sound of two cell doors being locked. The Arabs return, briefly stopping to look into our cells and I make sure I am kneeling correctly as they pass. Once they have left I take the opportunity to enquire about the piercings. Obviously I am aware that people have piercings in the ears and sometimes in other places on their faces but what I see on David fills me with dread. There are rings hanging from his nose and nipples. He turns around to show me two more rings piercing the flesh between his legs behind his balls about 5 cm apart and from these rings there is a short chain attached between them. He shows me the cage locked around his cock and explains that the bar at the end passes right through the head of his cock. This sends a shiver through my spine.
David informs me that all the piercings are done with red hot needles and is a lot more painful than the branding iron as it takes much longer. A feeling of absolute despair now floods my mind. If only I could escape I would be out of this nightmare. A plan begins to form in my mind.
'When they next take me out of here I'm going to make a run for it' I tell him. 'I noticed some barrels up against the yard wall and I think I could make it to the wall and over before they know what is happening'. 'I wouldn't try that if I were you, there are too many guards around' says David.
'If you think I'm going to accept this and be sold as a slave you don't know me' I replied.
I am in too much pain to argue the toss. It seems that we are only removed from this cell block one at a time so there is no point in discussing a plan with him. I will be on my own. I find myself trembling at the thought of what might happen to me and try to lie on the bunk but it is hard to find a comfortable position with the fresh brands still burning my thigh and ass. I wish I could force it all from my mind and sleep but my head is in a whirl. Just days ago I was enjoying a holiday on the beach in Italy, trying to put my ex girlfriend from my mind. Now I am in a prison cell, naked, branded and soon to be sold as a slave. I am determined to get out of this place.
I have no idea what time of day it is. I think I may have dozed off but have no way of knowing for how long but then I am aware of the loud banging of the door again, Quickly I jump from the bunk and kneel behind the iron bars at the entrance to my cell. The bowls are once again pushed beneath the bars and I wait for the crack of the whip. Now I know the routine. When I hear the whip I bury my face into the bowl and slurp up its contents. I am aware of the Arab walking up and down between our cells. There is no effort to make this food, if I can call it that, appetising or even pleasant to eat but I am hungry and it is better than nothing. I guess that imposing a time limit makes us eager to empty the bowl's contents quickly knowing that it is this bland tasteless mush or nothing. I manage to empty the bowl and drink all of the water before the Arab cracks his whip again and then resume the kneeling position with my head bowed and knees spread very wide. I am surprised and mesmerized that something as simple as the sound of a whip being cracked in the air can impose such discipline amongst us captives and feel ashamed that these men are making me confirm to their wishes like a trained animal.
As the bowls are collected the Arab looks momentarily into each cell and I find myself trembling as he walks slowly past. I know that the only chance of escape is to make a run for it once outside this cell block so I formulate the plan in my mind. I return to the bunk but in no time at all I hear the door again. As I kneel before the iron grill One of the guards puts a key in the lock and orders me out. I had not seen this man before and he is obviously not very careful as he fails to attach a chain to my collar. This will be my chance, I thought. As he relocks the door to the cell block I sprint across the yard to where the barrels are stacked. the wall is only about ten feet high which I can easily reach from the barrels. I climb up onto the second layer and reach up for the top of the wall but just as I am about to pull myself over a hand grabs one of my ankles. Then another hand grabs the other ankle. They pull me down and throw me to the ground. Very soon I am surrounded by the guards who pin me to the ground. I struggle but am totally overpowered. Then I see the figure of the overseer Abdul towering above me.
'Get him up' shouts Abdul.
With a guard on each side I am hoisted to my feet.
'So slave, you thought you might escape did you' he says with a sneer. Then, addressing one of the guards he adds 'String him up over there. I'll go and fetch Farook'.
I am dragged across the yard to a frame consisting of a cross bar between two poles. My wrists are tied together and then ropes fastened around my ankles. The ropes are thrown over the bar and I am hoisted into the air feet first. The ropes pull my legs painfully apart and I am left swinging with my hands above the ground. I hear footsteps from across the yard and see Abdul and the Arab called Farook approaching. In his hand Abdul carries a whip consisting of many leather strands.
'Did you think you could escape me boy' shouts Farook. 'Clearly you did not understand what I said to you yesterday nor how I deal with disobedient slaves'.
The anger in his voice is clear as he turns to Abdul.
'This boy needs a harsh lesson. 'Give it two strokes with the bull whip and then thirty with the flogger. I don't want is messed up before the auction.' Then you can take it to the preparation room and afterwards, bring it to me'.
One of the guards hands Abdul the whip. Some ten feet long and gradually tapering to a point it looks a fearsome instrument of torture. Abdul swings the whip through the air. I can almost feel the swish as it passes just inches from my body followed by a sharp crack. I don't know why it sounds like that; it hasn't hit anything but the sound makes my body convulse in terror. Three more times he cracks the whip and there is that fearful whistling sound followed by a sharp crack in the air. Then he changes his stance slightly and this time the sound is different. There is a more prolonged thwack as the whip contacts my buttocks and wraps itself around my belly and thighs. The pain is unbelievable and I scream in agony as the tortured nerves of my skin fire their message of overload to my brain. I never knew anything could hurt so much. Abdul then moves over to the side and again just fires the whip in the air a few times. The next time it slashes across the front of my thighs, curls around and slams into my buttocks. My whole body convulses involuntarily as the pain from multiple areas of my body shoots once again in my brain. I am screaming and swinging violently between the poles. My lungs are gasping for air and feeling as if they will burst as I cry out in a deluge of agonising pain.
I am left to swing as Abdul puts down the bull whip and unclips a shorter multi stranded whip from his belt. Now he stands much closer and rubs a hand over my buttocks. Then comes that awful swishing sound followed by a loud thwack as the strands of leather slash into my ass. There is a moment after that sound when I feel nothing. Then suddenly the most indescribable flash of pain spreads over the whole area of my buttocks. My body convulses violently and my scream, interspersed with pleas for mercy, is uncontrollable. But my entreaties are ignored as the whip lashes into the inside of my left thigh. Now my scream is even more intense as the leather strips cut into the tender flesh between my legs. There is a pause just long enough for the pain to begin to diminish and then it is the inside of my right thigh that explodes in a flash of burning fire. Abdul swings the whip every few seconds to apply more and more lashes to my tortures flesh. He works his way slowly up my thighs to my knees and then applies several strokes to my ass before working his way down my back. Each time he strikes I am set swinging as my muscles convulse in involuntary spasm. I am finding it harder and harder to breath and am moaning continuously in between my screams as the whip finds it target.
Things are beginning to become a blur and I can no longer distinguish the separate strikes of the whip. It is a continuous onslaught of the most excruciating pain and I sink into oblivion. As I come round I realise that I am dripping wet; they have thrown a bucket of cold water at me. Then the whipping starts again but now it is my chest, belly and the front of my thighs that are the targets for Abdul's whip.
Time after time I feel the whip slash into my thighs and now I can see Abdul as he carefully takes his aim. Slowly he works his way downwards timing his blows so that the pain has time to register fully in my brain before the next blow lands. My scream of anguish is even more intense as he reaches my belly and some of the whip's strands lacerate my cock and balls. I put my arms up to shield myself from the onslaught but this draws an immediate response from Abdul.
'Arms down slave or I will double the punishment'.
Reluctantly I let my arms drop. Even this most sensitive part of my anatomy is not spared from the vicious onslaught of the whip. Through my tear filled eyes I can make out his face wearing a broad smile and I can see the glee in his eyes as Abdul carefully selects the target for the next blow. Once again the strands of the whip slash across my belly, lacerating my cock and my balls. Abdul remarks that the first lesson a slave boy learns is obedience. This brings laughter from the group of overseers watching. I am screaming continuously; anything to distract my mind from the relentless pain but hardly any sound comes from my lungs as I fight for every breath. I have no strength left to plead for it to stop and the torment seems to go on forever. I would give anything to relieve the dreadful pain that consumes my mind; I wish I could just pass out again. Where the bull whip struck my flesh it feels on fire. Sweat is streaming down my body and stinging my eyes as it mingles with my tears.
I have lost count of the number of times the whip has struck me and can barely see anymore but the feel of Abdul's hands as he runs them over by tortured flesh tells me that my whipping is over. I wince as his rough hands examine the welts from the bull whip where it had cut across my ass cheeks and I swore then to myself that I would never again disobey these men who are now my captors.
When I am eventually taken down there is a guard on each side holding my arms to prevent my sinking to the ground. Through my anguish and tears I can hear the voice of Abdul as he slaps my face to get my attention.
'So you thought you could escape did you? Now you know what happens to slave boys that defy Master Farook'.
He tells the guards to take me to the preparation room and, holding an arm each, they drag me across the yard towards the door of that scary and horrifying place. The two guards lift me onto the table. My arms are stretched out to the corners and the wide leather straps passed over my chest and hips to be secured beneath the table. A metal band is placed over my forehead and clamped tightly to the edge of the table making it impossible to move my head. Straps are placed around my ankles and I feel them lifted into the air by ropes passing over pulleys attached to the ceiling. As my legs are pulled upwards my ankles are spread wide apart and I find myself almost lifted off the table. I have never felt so humiliatingly exposed and a feeling of absolute terror fills my being. The image of David back in his cell, his body adorned with multiple rings, flashes through my mind.
Suddenly I see two men approach the end of the table. Unlike Abdul they are not wearing the normal Arab Keffiyeh head dress but the deep tan of their skins and black beards clearly mark them as being of middle eastern extract. Before I know what is happening a length of duct tape is stuck over my mouth holding it firmly shut. The leather collar that has been around my neck since I arrived in this place is removed and immediately replaced by another one. It is cold, made of metal and feels very heavy on my throat. One of the men then grabs my nose and pulls the skin outwards and upwards whilst the other immediately pushes a red hot needle through the septum. The needle has wires attached and I can hear the sizzle as it burns its way through the membrane that separates my nostrils and the smell of burning flesh consumes my senses. The pain is intolerable; it feels like being punched repeatedly in the nose and goes on forever. I know I am trying to scream but hardly any sound comes out. The needle is removed after a few seconds and then a ring inserted through the hole it has made. The ring is closed using some sort of tool and then I feel it resting on my upper lip.
Now the men move to my side and a clamp is fastened on my right nipple. Briefly I glimpse the glowing needle before it is quickly thrust right through my nipple. A few seconds later my nipple is adorned with another ring. I cannot see it but can feel its weight on my chest. Hardly have I time to recover when my left nipple receives the same treatment. I am struggling with all the strength I can muster but can hardly move a muscle; With the exception of my fingers and toes I am held completely immobile and have no choice but to accept everything that they are doing me. My nipples and nose now feel that they are on fire but now I feel a clamp placed on the skin between my outstretched legs, just behind my balls. I feel the heat from the needle on the inside of my thighs and then the agony as it is thrust through the skin held between the jaws of the clamp. Now I understand why my legs were hoisted into the air and stretched wide apart. I know about ear and nose piercing and also rings in the nipples but I have never heard or rings piercing the skin between the legs before and can't imagine their purpose. They can hardly be described as body decoration as they can't normally be seen. Out comes the needle and I feel a ring inserted and closed. But now the clamp is applied again just a bit lower. Another burning pain and a second ring is inserted. Then the men connect a short chain between these two rings. I know it is a chain as I can feel it's links resting between my legs.
There are now five separate areas of my body smarting from the effect of red hot needles being forced through my flesh but, remembering what David had told me, I know that the worst is to come. A heavy ring is placed around the base of my cock and balls. It feels tight and constricting as the two halves are screwed together. And now the clamp is applied to the very head of my cock. I was circumcised at birth so I know my cock head is readily available for what is to come. The sheer agony as the heated needle is forced through from one side to the other is indescribable. I can hear the burning flesh as the needle makes its way through my cock and it seems to take forever before I feel it emerge on the other side. But it is not withdrawn immediately. The burning goes on and on as the needle is moved around from side to side, presumably to enlarge the hole. Now I know why they use electric needles; they don't cool down.
The next thing I know is waking up with cold water dripping from my face. I have fainted from the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. They are now handling my cock, stuffing it into some kind of device and something is being forced through the hole they have just pierced through the head. I cannot see what they are doing but it feels very tight and restricting and very heavy. It seems to be taking a very long time but eventually they seem satisfied and my cock is now hanging between my legs, dragged down by the weight of the device they have attached to it. One of the men calls Abdul over and I see him walking slowly around the table. He looks closely at each of the rings that have now become a permanent part of my body and then lifts and handles my cock, turning it one way and then the other. Satisfied, he lets it drop and I hear a resounding thud as the device that now imprisons my genitals makes contact with the table. He asks for the head clamp and straps to be removed and then orders me to the floor. I quickly obey and kneel before him in the position I know they require.
'You will now be taken to Master Farook slave' he tells me. 'And you had better behave like one' he adds.
Abdul makes quite sure I understand what is expected when brought before the master. He tells me that on entering the room I must crawl with my nose to the floor keeping my knees widely spread. That I must approach within six feet and kneel up, bow by head to the floor and then prostrate myself, arms and legs spread wide. he also explains that when the master asks me for my reply he tells me the exact words I must use and only those words. With my body still smarting from the numerous piercings and the heavy cock cage dangling in front of me, I am led from the room. Abdul orders me to clasp my hands behind my back and keep my head bowed. As I walk across the yard I am conscious of the rings between my legs and the short chain hanging between them and wonder what their purpose might be.
We enter the building and I am led along a long corridor at the end of which is a door. Abdul knocks on the door, orders me to kneel and I hear the voice of the man I now know as Farook. As I enter I place my nose to the floor and crawl towards the man I must now call master, the man who now controls my fate and the man who has caused me so much pain. Remembering the instructions I kneel up, bow my forehead to the floor and then prostrate myself at his feet. Immediately I feel Abdul's boot pressing in the centre of my back. For several minutes there is total silence then Farook speaks.
'Excellent Abdul. Do you think the slave has learnt the importance of absolute obedience'.
'I think so yes Sir. We shall see but I am sure it now understands the consequences of disobedience' replies Abdul.
'Kneel up boy, look at me and listen' says the Arab called Farook who seems to be the boss in this place.
I feel the boot lifted from my back and quickly adopt the position I have been taught. The man who now owns me is relaxing on a low settee and beside him, on his knees, is a slave boy. The boy is holding in his outstretched hands what I recognise to me a hookah pipe. I can clearly see that the boy is pierced and ringed exactly as I now am and he kneels as I now kneel but with his head bowed low.
'Excellent Abdul. Obviously this slave now understands much better its situation here' I hear him say as he leans forward.
The fierce looking Arab stares me in the face and continues.
'Did you think you might be rescued had you escaped?. I can assure you that no slave has ever escaped from here so you had better accept it or face punishment designed to persuade you to comply with my wishes. We have checked the reports from Montorosso. These say that your clothes were discovered on the beach and that, after extensive searches, you were considered drowned in the sea whilst swimming. The search has been called off. So you see boy, no-one will be looking for you now. You have left your old life behind. Very soon many rich clients, eager to own a young slave like you will have ample opportunity to examine every detail of your body and then you will be sold at auction to the highest bidder. I expect to make a very good profit from you and you will begin your new life as a slave. Do you understand me boy'?
I quickly remember the reply I must make. I bow my forehead to the floor twice and then repeat the words I never dreamt I would ever have to say.
'Master Farook, it is just an inferior white slave, fit only to grovel on its belly at your feet and obey your commands Master'.
Again I bow twice to the floor and then prostrate myself as before.
'Excellent' says Farook. 'You are quite correct. You will bring much pleasure to your future master'.