DELTA ENTERPRISES, INC.
By Bill Smith
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PART 7:
VISIT TO MADAGASCAR: ANDROKA AND THE WORK SLAVES
The Sheik was in downtown Androka within 30 minutes and quickly checked into his hotel. The Croatian slaved heeled close behind with the luggage, stiff from his confinement in the truck and the many times he had been fucked in the last 12 hours. The slave felt cum leaking out of his ass and running down his leg whenever he moved but knew from experience this would go on for hours unless he was douched. When he was first enslaved, such an event caused him severe embarrassment and extreme humiliation in that leaking cum signaled everyone looking at him that he had been recently fucked. Nowadays, he reflected, everyone viewing his naked body still knew he'd been soundly fucked - that hadn't changed - but any feelings of shame or humiliation were now long gone after so many years in slavery.
"Here for the slave sales?" the desk clerk asked cheerfully, not waiting for an answer. "I hear there are some real bargains out there today - what with the glut of stock. I'm stuck here all the time, but my friends tell me the holding pens are overflowing. That usually transfers into some mighty fine bargains to be had," the clerk said authoritatively and with great enthusiasm.
"Sheik Amani here," the Sheik said calmly, "from Muscat, Oman."
"All that way, Sheik? Just for the sales? Androka's reputation must be spreading!"
"I'm here to check out potential sources of supply - not buy up right now," the Sheik corrected him.
"Well, whatever. You've come to the right place if it's slaves you're looking for," the clerk replied, obviously not too impressed with anyone not buying on the spot. "Will you and that absolutely gorgeous slave of yours just be staying the one night?"
"Yes," the Sheik replied. "I'll be flying back to Muscat tomorrow."
"Shipping the slave back with you, sir, or are you planning to sell him here in Androka? A piece of slaveflesh like that will bring a mighy handsome price, sir, even when we seem to have slaves coming out of the woodwork currently," he laughed.
"The slave will be shipped back tomorrow caged in the baggage compartment of the same flight I'm on," the Sheik said, "unless, of course, I get an offer I can't refuse, but it would have to be over the $1.3 million I was offered for it earlier this week."
"$1.3 mil?" the clerk was absolutely stunned. "Sir.... Sir...I..I didn't know any slave ever sold for that much."
"Maybe not here, but in the world markets that's what it's worth," the Sheik said authoritatively. "You should get out more."
"Is it yours?" the clerk blurted out.
"Of course it's mine, clerk. That's a stupid question. Did you think I borrowed it, or stole it, or rented it?"
"But, sir... 1.3 million for one slave? My apologies, sir, for not instantly recognizing you as a man of great wealth."
"As I said, I'm Sheik Amani, owner and manager of Delta Enterprises, one of the largest slave merchandising and training firms in the world," the Sheik countered matter of factly. "I own literally thousands of slaves in this price range at any given time."
The clerk blushed bright red and literally bowed toward the Sheik, unaccustomed to anyone like that ever visiting Androka, a market town noted for its unpretentious huge markets of raw, untrained slave goods, unsophisticated citizenry, and whose only culture seemed to be the sweat and grim of slaves too unattractive and unappealing to be sold for anything but cheap manpower for tasks requiring no special training or skills.
"My apologies, your lordship," the clerk said humbly as he genuflected before the Sheik.
"No apology necessary and I'm not a lord," the Sheik replied, laughing. "Let's not overdo it just because I happen to be successful in the acquisition and training of prime slave flesh."
"You are assigned our finest suite, sir," the clerk tried to make up for his clumsy start, "complete with slave cages and wall manacles for your convenience. Room service can provide anything you want, including a full range of menu offerings and a large variety of room slaves for any purpose you want - they're all fully trained to please anything our guests have asked for up to this point. No extra charges for these hotel conveniences, of course. We also offer a full gym and swimming pool complete with slave attendants. I'll have your bags taken to your room," he announced, sounding a small bell on his desk whereupon a huge black slave, totally naked, appeared out of nowhere and moved to take the bag from the Sheik's Croatian body slave."
"My bodyslave can handle the luggage," the Sheik said, scowling at the aging black slave. "If this boy is a sample of the hotel's offerings, I'm glad I brought my own body slave with me," the Sheik sneered as he quickly felt the black slave's flabby muscles and then squeezed his large but flaccid penis in the palm of his hand to see if the boy was still excitable or completely worn out in that department.
"Time to trade this boy in," the Sheik advised as the slave failed to respond to the Sheik's manipulations. "This boy's pretty well worn out - how long has the hotel been loaning him out for customer usage?"
"Long before I was here, Sheik. I think he's been here at least 12 to 15 years and, sir, you're right. He's been loaned out to numerous customers every single night I've been here," the clerk said respectfully.
"Well, at least the slave can show me to my room and then I would advise the hotel take him to the markets and sell him as an unskilled worker. There's probably 10 more years of good labor out of this body if he's assigned a good overseer who knows how to use the whip," the Sheik announced as he let loose of the slave's body and swiftly moved toward the lobby elevator.
Within a half hour, the Sheik and his Croatian body slave were visiting the first of the Androka dealerships. It was obvious the markets here were organized much differently than in the cities he had visited previously. For one thing, there were few individual slaves for sale. Most slaves were sold in lots of 10, 25, 50, or 100 and were caged together in large pens within their lot. For another thing, these slaves were not beauties. Most were very common looking, had very sturdy and muscular bodies but were generally unattractive, and most had average or even smallish endowments. None were body shaved, so many of them looked animal-like with their dark body hair and genitals hidden in nests of thick pubic hair. Many had bodies coated with whip scars, burns from electric prods, and the bright pink brands left by the hot irons. Some had bleeding backs and rumps from their most recent beating in that they were obviously disciplined by whips designed to tear the hide open for maximum effect. Some looked desperate, a few looked panicked, but the vast majority were well beyond that - they were sullen and uninterested in what was going on around them with the exception of avoiding pain and getting food for their undernourished bodies.
"Welcome sir," a dealer sidled up to the Sheik. "Interested in a lot of slaves today? We've got plenty on hand, all ready and able for a good 20 to 30 years of hard work left in them if you feed them plenty and have yourself a good overseer who knows how to extract the full potential out of a work slave. We've got prices today you won't believe, sir, even on the small lots. Of course, if you buy several lots of 100, we can arrange some sizable discounts, sir."
When the Sheik said nothing, the dealer continued, "Sir, if you see any individual slave you take a fancy to for whatever reason, we can arrange to put him out of the lot and sell him individually if it's just one or two you want. Of course, we have to charge a little more per head in that case since we've got to fill up the lot again from our pool in the pens."
When the Sheik still didn't response, he jabbered on. "Perhaps you'll like to visit our open- stock pens, sir, or visit one of our obedience training facilities for this type of draft slave."
"I'm Sheik Amani, owner and manager of Delta Enterprises, Limited, in Muscat, Oman. If you haven't heard of it, Delta Enterprises is the largest dealer in premium highly trained stock in the world. My visit to Androka is to explore the purchasing of numerous large lots of labor slaves where that meets the needs of a particular customer not interested in our regular stock-in-trade: very expensive, highly selected slaves trained in specific skills - for example, my bodyslave here which sells for over one million dollars in today's markets. But, occasionally, I have a customer who needs hundreds, sometimes thousands, of relatively unskilled labor slaves who don't need to be good looking, well-hung, or trained in much of anything. What they are looking for are sturdy muscular bodies that can be worked long and hard, are resistant to diseases, and who will last for a good 10 to 15 years. They don't care what they look like particularly, they don't care how smart they are, they don't care what they've done before. But they are interested in a compliant, sturdy body that takes simple direction. And they want all of that at the cheapest possible price. "
"Sheik, you've come to the right place," the dealer said with glee. "That's exactly what we specialize in - cheap, dumb but obedient slaves who are sturdy as a bull and strong as an ox. You can feed them garbage and a vitamin pill, water them well, give them their inoculation shots, and work them steady for a good 30 years before you sell them off to the body parts companies."
"Good," the Sheik said. "I'll take you up on your offer to see the open-stock pens and the obedience training facilities before I make any decisions."
"By all means, Sheik," the dealer said with great enthusiasm as he led the Sheik to a door leading to the basement. "We keep all stock not being put up for sale down here," the dealer explained as they descended into a warm, humid, dirt-floored chamber separated only by iron- barred walls separating various sections off from the main hall. The poorly-ventilated chamber reeked of sweat, urine, dried blood, semen, and shit and both the dealer and the Sheik covered their noses with clothes to filter the smells. The Croatian slave, of course, had nothing to shield his nose with, but, as a slave, he had certainly been exposed to places like this many a time in his history and barely noticed the offending odors. Moans, grunts, gasps, and farts could be heard everywhere along with the occasional panting of a slave nearing orgasm - relatively unsupervised in the large pens, the slaves took advantage of this unshackled opportunity to relieve themselves either with each other, or failing a willing partner, by their own hand.
"Left to their own devices, they're just animals," the Sheik commented as they passed a couple rutting right in the middle of the pen while two others were fighting each other over a tiny scrap of food while still another couple were sucking each other off hastily. The Sheik noticed the slaves warily watched the dealer and tended to shy away from the bars of their cage - a sure sign they had learned to respect authority and had learned to respect the pain such a authority could inflict on their bodies.
"These slaves don't bring nearly as much as a cow or a horse at auction," the dealer commented. "So they're not only animals all right, but damn cheap animals. They can't do the work a horse can, but, of course, it doesn't cost much to feed them either."
"Where do you get them?" the Sheik inquired.
"Mainly bred for market anymore," the dealer replied. "We've got huge breeding farms not too far from here. Most of this stock has been brought up to think of themselves as nothing more than what they are - just animals - but, as a rule, they're obedient, don't cause much trouble, work hard if they're properly motivated, and don't cost much to maintain. One good thing with the bred slaves - they never question the fact they're slaves and they never question your authority over them. They don't know what freedom is, and, of course, they never will. But some of this stock was free-born and gets shipped here as soon as they're enslaved - usually life-term convicts, political prisoners, social deviants, and those their society didn't think were worth training. We break those slaves as quick as we can through starvation, electric prods, branding, along with constant shame and humiliation which works best when they're kept nude at all times, mouth and ass raped repeatedly, and never allowed to talk, let alone have a name. Just a number is all they'll have the rest of their life. Kept close chained during the breaking period, we keep them hungry and thirsty all the time, deprive them of most sleep, and work them under a heavy whip until they drop from exhaustion. When they're not being fucked, we jam a huge butt plug up them all the rest of the time, ring their tits and nose so we can hook leashes to them for controlling them in training. But you probably noticed all of these slaves have been ringed through the end of their prick. That's so we can leash them there too, but that's generally how we have them work together as teams - tethered together by their pricks and noses. A slave doesn't get into too much trouble when you've got them chained together by their nose rings as well as their pricks. One misstep in working in a coordinated fashion with the other members of your team and they experience pain like they never dreamed possible. Speeds up the training by weeks, Sheik," the dealer announced proudly.
"Those penis rings don't seem to keep them from screwing each other," the Sheik noted as yet another slave mounted a slave near him and begin pumping away.
"It hurts them when they fuck, but they seem to think it's worth it," the dealer laughed. "These slaves get tough as nails after a while, Sheik, especially when they haven't been allowed any relief for a period of time, which most of them haven't until they got put down here. This must seem like slave paradise to them - no work, no whips to speak of, and the opportunity to fuck their heads off. They'd rather fuck than eat, seems like, although when you see them fight each other for the scraps we throw at them during the feeding time, most of them do stop humping for a while."
"All those nose rings make them even uglier than they are," the Sheik commented, "especially with all that facial and body hair."
"No one buys them for their beauty," the dealer shrugged. "So it doesn't really matter how much we beat the hell out of them, or brand their bodies, or tear their hides up with the whips. Makes it a lot easier to train them when you don't have to worry about altering their appearance."
"Granted," the Sheik commented. "How long does it take to break a previously free slave generally?"
"Usually five to six weeks - sometimes eight weeks with some slave from a privileged background - but they all break eventually. After that, we start their obedience training. We have a simple four step program. First, we teach them 'faster,' 'slower,' 'harder,' 'stop' and 'start' in five languages. Then we teach them the basic slave positions: position, kneel, display, and hands-and- knees. Second, we teach them to do whatever they're instructed to do with maximum effort - any failure to exert less than your best effort and you'll got the whip slicing up your back, electric prods burning your balls, or another branding iron on your butt. Once they learn their only course is to avoid the severe pains their masters are capable of inducing at any time, we move on to the third stage. Here we teach them to work extended periods of time without an overseer watching them all the time with their whips. We do this through food and water allotments - only slaves reaching a definite work goal each day gets any food or water. A few days of chronic thirst and starvation and a slave learns to motivate himself properly and saves us the trouble of tearing his back up with the whips each and every day. Finally, our fourth step, we train the slaves to work together in teams. This doesn't take long. Any member of the team not working their hardest, not carefully coordinating their efforts with the other team members, or not anticipating the movement of the team as a whole gets fried with the electric prods immediately. But any team member making a mistake means the whole team gets punished - it's this last step that shapes them up almost immediately. I've seen it where the slaves themselves met out far worse punishments than even I can dream up to their fellow slaves when they've been punished because that slave goofed up. Even in a team of 100, like on a plantation cultivating a field, one makes a mistake - you severely punish the entire team of 100 - and I guarantee you those mistakes don't happen again. Of course, you have to make sure they don't kill the slave that made the initial mistake, but, just short of that, the slave being punished by his peers is far less likely to make a mistake in the future than where we have an overseer punish him just as hard. Within a few weeks of obedience training like this, and, once we hook their nose and penis rings together, they work together like a well-oiled machine - long and hard doing whatever you want done!"
The Sheik nodded his approval and looked at some of the slaves in a nearby pen. Most stared at him apprehensively, but the dealer was right - at this point they were merely animals who largely had forgotten how to talk and now just grunted to each other. Their hairy bodies, their unshaven faces highlighted by the huge nose ring, and the large ring jutting through the ends of their penises seemed to match their filthy scarred hides. The stench alone labeled them as pure animal.
One slave caught his attention. He probably wasn't a day over 20 actually, although it was hard to tell with his body so coated with grime and filth. His eyes were clear, though, and, after quickly glancing at the strange visitor to the pens, he just as quickly stared at the ground and lowered his head in respect as he had been taught early on. His frame was massive, covered with slab like muscles throughout. Unlike most of the other slaves, this boy was heavy hung, a fact exaggerated by the huge ring fitted to the end of his thick penis, now fully erect. When he was aware the visitor was continuing to view him, he thrust his pelvis forward - a slave's standard invitation to use his body. He had been fitted with a tall iron collar, rings in both ears as well as his nose and both tits, and the scars around his wrists and ankles indicated he was usually kept shackled when on work assignments. Then, surprisingly, the slave lifted his head and smiled before quickly lowering his head again - at least as far as the tall neck collar would allow.
"Tell me about that slave," the Sheik asked, pointing to the slave under observation.
""Well, he's a bred slave - know that from the big brand of his breeding farm on his right pec. He's 18 now - know that from his year of birth which is tattooed on his right arm there. Judging from all that muscle on him, he's been in a team pulling wagons or working at the quarries - takes real muscle to do that day after day. Yes, that's right. I see the brand of a quarry near by on his thigh there. Must of have been owned by the quarry, as opposed to just being leased out to them. And judging from the way he's thrusting his big dick in your face, he's learned one way to get out of work is to get himself bedded down by someone in authority. He's apparently spotted you as his next owner, Sheik!" the dealer reared back and laughed heartily. "Probably thinks you've going to buy him up as a bed buck with that big prick of his and his nice bubble butt," the dealer laughed uproariously. "Poor thing doesn't realize there's far better than his scarred up body available on the market for that purpose! You want me to beat some sense into him, or would you like to view him up close?"
"I'll like to look him over," the Sheik responded.
A slave handler quickly retrived the observed slave from the pen and thrust him into the aisle in front of the dealer. The stench from his unwashed body was overwhelming, unsurprising since his body was so filthy it was hard to tell what color his skin or hair had once been.
"Position, you bastard," the dealer barked and the slave instantly complied, spreading his feet wide apart, placing his hands in back of his neck collar, tensing his muscles, and thrusting his pelvis forward.
The Sheik put some spit on his finger and rubbed the slave's right shoulder until he was through the layers of grime and could see whether the boy was black, white, or Oriental.
"I'll be damn - the boy's white," the Sheik exclaimed. Cleansing a tassle of his hair with more spit, he announced, "and his hair's blond. No wonder he's got blue eyes. He's probably Nordic or Russian. Can you talk, boy?"
"Yes, master," the boy responded, obviously frightened, not knowing whether it was good or bad to be a white blond, Nordic or Russian.
"Did you know your sire and dame at the breeding farm?" the Sheik asked.
"No, master," the slave replied, not quite sure what a 'sire' and 'dame' was, but correctly assuming the master meant which male slave had studded him and which female slave had birthed him. As soon as he had been born, he, like every other slave he knew at the breeding farm, had been placed in a large communal nursery looked over by slaves too old and worn out to be placed in the work teams anymore.
"The records from the quarry, his last owner, claims he's of Slavic origins, whatever that means and his genes are primarily from the Black Sea area of Bulgaria," the dealer interspersed, "if that helps. Generally, no one cares about genetic backgrounds of work slaves - they just look at the physique, muscles, and age and let it go at that."
The Sheik carefully felt the slave's massive musculature, his large ringed tits, and hefted his ball sac, weighing it in his hand. The slave's prick, still erect, was dripping pre-cum as he did this and when the Sheik's hand gripped the enormous shaft, it quivered and began oozing out a steady stream of pre-cum.
"This boy hasn't been milked recently," the Sheik observed as he again squeezed the swollen ball sac.
"Ah, work slaves are always like that," the dealer scoffed. "You seldom see work slaves without their pricks standing straight up and dripping - no matter what - at least since I've been a dealer."
"Why did the quarry sell him to you?" the Sheik asked. "He looks young enough to last there for several more years."
"Oh, they trade all their stock in every 12 months for a fresh batch. That way, the manager there claims, they get top trade-in price and don't have to worry about wearing their stock down. They work their slaves really hard, but you're not going to kill anyone off in a mere 12 months so they don't worry about it. That's where this boy got all these muscles. The quarry manager may have a good scheme. He does get a good price for the trade-in's and new stock is cheap enough anyway. It's not like quarry work has a long training period or anything," the dealer laughed. "A good whip is about all the training you need in that line of work."
"How much for this scarred and battered body?" the Sheik asked.
"Just for this one alone?" the dealer asked. "We usually just sell in lots."
"Just for this one alone," the Sheik confirmed. "How much?"
"Let's see, he was in a lot of 25 that was priced at $500,000. That's averaging out $20,000 a head. I'll let you have him for $25,000 as an odd-lot and he is a lot better hung and a little younger than most of them if that matters to you."
"Fair enough," the Sheik responded. "I'll want him shipped back to Muscat, Oman on the flight I'll taking myself tomorrow. He can be put in the same cage as my body slave here to save renting another air freight cage. They'll be crammed tight in there, but the flight is only three hours or so."
"You want to take him with you or did you want my handler to get him to the airport for you in the morning."
"You let your handler get him to the airport and properly caged. My flight leaves at 10 AM, so he should have him caged and ready to go at the airport's freight office no later than 8:30 AM. Fax your invoice for $25,000 to this address," the Sheik handed the dealer a card, "and the funds will be transferred to your account promptly. Also fax all the ownership papers, health records, bill of sale, and changes of title to that same address as well as have a hard copy delivered to my hotel this afternoon."
"It's obvious you've purchased many slaves before," the dealer said with considerable respect. "Without taking offense, may I ask why such an esteemed merchant of premium stock is interested in this piece of cheap whipped-scarred flesh coated with brands and filthier than a dog without a home?"
"No offense taken," the Sheik replied smoothly, chuckling at the fairly accurate description of his new property. It turns out I have an American customer whose really into what Americans call 'rough trade.' The best I can figure out, it means a sexual partner (either a slave or a hired hustler) who's crude, unpolished, and looks like they've been around. This slave here is just what she's looking for. All those whip scars, those ugly brands, those callouses from all those restraints, that ring through his nose and dick and nipples - it'll all be a great turn on for her. And, in her case, that big dick of his that you say is always hard is a real bonus. Besides, I think when we clean this boy up and get him properly body shaved, he'll end up looking rather decent - a blue eyed blond not bad looking with a bubble butt begging to be fucked and a big dripping dick."
"It'll take a week to soak the dirt out of that hide," the dealer laughed, "and I'm still taking your word for it the boy is a blond. You don't even know if he can take a fuck well at this point."
"I can't imagine any boy in these stinking pens over three hours not learning how to take a fuck well," the Sheik shot back, "judging by the constant fucking going on in here. But just to make sure, we'll let my body slave check him out in that department." With a single motion of his hand, he indicated to his new purchase to get on his hands and knees with his legs spread wide. Another simple hand motion and the Croatian mounted the slave and began pumping in and out of his unlubricated asshole vigorously. The slave being fucked moaned a little as he shifted his ass to better accommodate the huge prick plunging in and out of him, but obviously was used to being dry fucked, even with something as big as the Croatian's prick. His erection got even bigger.
"See, the boy likes it," the Sheik remarked, pointing to the slave's pulsating prick dripping profusely on the floor as the fucking continued. Pointing to the Croatian, he motioned for the slave to withdraw and resume his stance behind him. To this new property still on his hands and knees, he motioned for him to get up off his hands and knees and resume his display position.
"Master, may I wash?" the Croatian asked meekly, pointing to his erect shaft covered in shit.
"My all means, slave," the Sheik said disgustedly, wrinkling his nose.
"Over there," the dealer said, pointing to a faucet and bucket at the end of the hallway.
The Croatian slave used the opportunity to wash the leaking cum off his legs and ass while he was cleaning his shaft and quickly returned to position behind his master.
"You may pen my new property for now, dealer," the Sheik said, 'and then perhaps we can talk about wholesale lots."
With one motion, a slave handler grabbed the 'new property' by his penis ring and guided/pulled him into a separate holding cage further down the hall.
"That way no one will be fucking him before he's shipped out," the dealer explained.
"I have a few customers now and then who need draft slaves in the thousands for various applications - building roads, putting up buildings, plantation farming, deep shaft mining - you name it. They're interested in sturdy stock that will last for at least 10 to 20 years of hard work under a heavy whip before they're sold for dog food. I need a contact here in Androka who can quickly ship me those thousands on short notice at a rock bottom discount price. Are you my man?"
"Look no further, Sheik, I'm your man. And I guarantee the lowest price to be found anywhere in this God-forsaken backwash. I can ship thousands out by airfreight the morning after your fax or call or even ship them by boat if you're interested in the even lower freight charges. It'll take an extra week or so, but slaves like this can stand the trip well enough, even in those putrid holes. If you appoint me your agent, Sheik, I refuse to take any money for your recent purchase. Let that big dicked boy be a gift sealing our business arrangement."
"If I don't get the very best price available anywhere, any further business is null and void," the Sheik said confidently, "so I'm sure you'll make sure I'm not being cheated. And, yes, your idea of sealing our deal with the gift of the young draft slave is pleasing to me. I'll accept your gift and our business arrangement where you'll act as my agent."
"Blessings be upon you, Sheik," the dealer said, almost tearfully. "When might I expect an order from this Delta Enterprises, if I may be so bold?"
"Ah, you suspicious old rascal. You think I'll take your stinking slave and never give you an order?" he laughed. "To show you I'm a businessman, not a confidence man, I'll place my first order right now. A lot of 1000 to be shipped by the end of the month at $16 million for the lot. That's $25000 a head minus a 20% discount for buying that many at once. Take it or leave it - it's a fair enough price."
"I'll take it, Sheik. The price is exactly right. You're certainly quick in figuring out just what you can demand in this business while still allowing me a small but decent profit. A thousand head at 16 million for the lot. I'll make sure you get a good mix of sturdy, disease-free young stock with plenty of juice left in them."
"If you don't, it will be my last order," the Sheik smiled. "Oh, one other thing, when you ship the stock out, make sure you leave all those rings and collars on them. Where they're going, they'll probably appreciate all those control devices already installed, even those big penis rings - don't see them on too many slaves. Must be an Androka trademark."
"Most draft slaves here are fitted with them," the dealer replied, liking the direct approach of this phenomenon from Oman more and more. The Sheik's experience in the trade was evident in everything he did - he stuck you as simply brilliant in his craft
"You mentioned visiting your obedience training facility," the Sheik prompted.
"Of course, Sheik. It's down this hall and in the adjoining building."
The smell, if anything, was even worse in the training facility. The slaves were sweating profusely in their training and frequently shit on the spot from the intense punishments that were part and parcel of the program. The first room had at least 100 trainees hooked by their nose rings to a thick bar running down the entire length of the room. The tall slaves had to lean down, the short slaves had to bend their necks upward to accommodate this common bondage. Slave handlers went up and down the line, roughly massaging their balls, jamming dildos up their asses, pinching their tits, fondling their ass cheeks, and stroking their cocks.
"This gets new stock used to their nose rings and being handled," the dealer stated. "Any of the stock objecting in any way or making any noises whatsoever gets beaten to unconsciousness on the spot. They learn quickly this way that they no longer have any control over anything."
The new row had another 100 slaves leashed by their nose rings by a suspended chain so their heads were stretched upwards while they were simultaneously pulled in the opposite direction by a leash from the floor attached to their penis ring. In this position, they were being taught simple commands in five languages. Any failure to respond with "yes, master' or "no, master" appropriately in the demanded language led to instantaneous jolts to their balls with the electric prod. When no errors were made in this area, the chain leashes were relaxed so the slaves could move into different positions, which they had to assume, again in each of the five prescribed languages. Since the slaves were now fitted with electric dildos as well, mistakes this time led to a severe electrical jolt deep in their ass, an event that usually left them dangling in their chains convulsively twitching before passing out. Five errors in a given training session and you were branded as well, usually in a spot easily accessible, like the back or rump. The next part of the building was devoted to slaves performing various typical tasks they would face in their future lives, like carrying heavy loads, pulling against a harness, shoveling heavy materials, or swinging heavy axes or picks. Failure to exert their absolute full effort at any given time lead to sizzling electric shocks, ususually burning the skin or a severe beating with steel-tipped whips designed to tear deep into the slave's hide with each stroke. The dealer explained that by the 10th continuous hour of this training, some slaves became berserk with pain and tried to attack their tormentors or kill themselves. Such behavior was silly, he added, in that the handlers simply punished them all the harder for not controlling themselves like a good slave should. It was at this point that the real training began, the dealer claimed. A slave simply accepted his fate and from then on did what he was told with full effort. The dealer thought this change of attitude was due solely to learning that pain avoidance was the most powerful motive in the world and anything, even working 15 to 18 hours a day under the whip, was better than being shocked or burnt into compliance. "Everything is relative," the dealer claimed. The last room had the slaves working continuously with their hands and feet unshackled, clad only in their body rings and linked together only by the leashes connecting each slave's penis ring to the next slave's nose ring on and on down the work line. Thus they had to work together - full coordination and synchronization was essential if you didn't want your nose ring jerked terribly or your penis pulled painfully. In addition, in this last stage of teaching the slave to work as teams, each slave was underfed by 20 percent so he was chronically hungry and thirsty. Only through reaching their supervisor's stated work goals could they hope to obtain even this level. Exceeding them was the only way they could get full rations of both food and water. Hence, after several days, most slaves were furiously working steadily throughout the day whether the handlers whipped them or not. "We call hunger and thirst the automatic whipper," the dealer said with a smirk.
"Your training seems to work well enough," the Sheik commented as they exited the training rooms. "It's crude, but effective."
"Once a draft slave is through his training, we seldom have any trouble with them from then on," the dealer added.
"That slave you just gave me - was he trained just like this before being sold to the quarry?" the Sheik asked.
"Yes," the dealer responded. "That's why I doubt you'll be disappointed with him if you assign him to what he is used to - hard work around the clock - and, of course, punish him severely once in a while so he doesn't forget what pain is all about."
"Thanks for the tour," the Sheik said as he headed for the street leading back to his hotel. "I need to rest up for my trip back tomorrow. Would you care to join me for a late lunch - my treat of course - at the hotel. Afterwards, I'd like to invite you to sample my bodyslave if you enjoy using male slaves sexually once in a while."
"How gracious, Sheik," the dealer replied. "I'd be delighted. What time is convenient for you?"
"How about 2 o'clock? That way, we can avoid the heat of the day."
Exactly at 2, the dealer arrived, enjoyed his delicious meal with his new business partner, the fabulously wealthy Sheik from Oman, and later, took up the offer to use the magnificent Croatian body slave. First, he had the slave suck him to full arousal, then he fucked the slave deeply and slowly, trying to extract the greatest prolonged pleasure from this rare privilege of indulging himself with such a beauteous slave, unlike anything available in the pens of the Androka work slaves. After fucking the slave a fourth time, with the slave squeezing his anal muscles around his embedded shaft, he finally withdrew, totally spent and exhausted.
"I thought you'll never wear out," the Sheik laughed. "You'll given my body slave's ass a real workout. It'll be a wonder if he can walk to his cage tomorrow for the trip home, let alone take several good fuckings from me this evening."
The Croatian slave moaned softly as he felt his ass muscles still contracting even after the shaft had been withdrawn and again felt riverlets of hot cum oozing out of him and across his thighs. He knew his master would fuck him hard tonight in that he had nothing else to do and he expected to be fucked until the wee hours of the morning along with all the sucking that would alternate with his ass being used. But compared to what he had seen at the dealer's earlier in the day, he reflected his life was nothing to complain about. The scenes of the slaves stretched by their nose and penis rings unmercifully, enduring the horrific electric shocks deep inside them from the electric dildos, smelling the burnt flesh of the electric prods mixed with the smell of drying blood from the open cuts of the whip, and frantically working hour after hour to utter exhaustion simply to meet your handler's goals in order to be fed table scraps and a few drops of water - no, his life was pure luxury compared to that. He then thought of the newly purchased work slave being in the same shipping cage with him all the way back to Oman. If it wasn't too cramped, he'd make sure to suck that slave silly before the plane landed playing with that weird nose ring and the ring through the head of his penis the entire time. Even though he recalled the vile odors of the slave's unwashed body, it would be worth it to get his own balls emptied when he had a chance.
The next morning, sure enough, he was in a cage with the new purchase and there was just enough room to arrange a prolonged and very satisfying fucking of the stinking slave who didn't even seem to mind having his nose ring and that stupid penis ring played with the entire time they were together. By the time the plane landed in Muscat, the poor work slave had been fucked eight times in quick succession and his nose and penis were numb from all the pulling and jerking on the rings inserted into those organs. Both slaves knew they'd have trouble walking once they were uncaged - one from a sore ass; the other from sore lower back and hip muscles.
RETURN TO OMAN:
The Sheik enjoyed the flight. He was the only one in first class and the service on Madagascar Air was exceptional. He arrived fresh to be greeted by his chief sales officer, Mr. Appleby.
"Good trip, Sheik Amani?" Mr. Appleby inquired.
"Excellent," the Sheik replied.
"I gathered," Mr. Appleby smiled. "What with all the bills of sale arriving daily by fax and the delivery truck running back and both to the airport to pick up your latest purchases. So far, they're certainly a handsome lot - they'll be very easy to sell once we get them all spruced up and thoroughly trained to guarantee standards."
"I knew you'd see their potential, Mr. Appleby," the Sheik smiled. "You know I have a shipment of a thousand rough draft slaves arriving toward the end of the month."
"Yes, I got the fax. The price you got was sensational. Delta Enterprises is going to make a small fortune on that bunch no matter how long it takes to retrain them to our own standards."
"I knew you'd appreciate the value involved, although they are a rough lot. I brought one back with me (a gift actually) shoved into the same shipping cage as my Croatian bodyslave. It'll give you an idea of what to expect with the big shipment, except this one happened to have a big dick on him. Stinks like shit, so you'll probably want him completely cleaned up before you look him over."
"Oh, Sheik, John Hughes has been calling almost every day asking for you," Mr. Appleby said.
"Anything wrong?" the Sheik asked, obviously concerned about his good friend.
"No," Mr. Applyby laughed, "He's just curious about your slave-seeking trip to Madagascar. After you last e-mail, he's thinking of purchasing a pony slave for the estate. Thought some of his clientele might find a slave like that interesting. Not to many in Miami he wanted you to know," Mr. Appleby chuckled.
"John's such a good friend. I'll give him a call and offer him the pony slave I brought back at a good price - once he's finished his guaranty training here, of course. Mr. Hughes may, as I think about it, be about ready to train in a a couple of well used slaves on the pony slave by now. I think that's what I'll do. Offer him the new pony-slave for a couple of his current stock."
"Sounds good," Mr. Appleby said. "We can recycle them with a little refresher training and put them up for sale on Level 5 probably."
The two men headed toward a waiting limousine while the shipping handlers would gather up the Sheik's shipping cage with his two properties and get it promptly to the Delta processing center.
"I've got it set up where we can get all the slaves we want in the future - and all as close as Madagascar where our shipping charges will be minimized," the Sheik said to Mr. Appleby with some satisfaction. It made the trip worthy of my time and energy. Besides, Mr. Appleby, it proved extremely interesting. I picked up some new training ideas I think we can utilize to our advantage here."
"Good," Mr. Appleby responded. "There's always ways to improve a fine product," he added.
"Do you want your body slave sent to your apartment or are you ready for some fresh meat?" Mr. Appleby giggled. "We got a young mulatto from the States that's sensational in bed. Would you like to try him out?"
"You've tried him out, I assume?" the Sheik asked with a smile.
"Over and over and over," Mr. Appleby paused for effect. "I think you'll find my recommendation is a good one. Besides, it's time you tried something really fresh and refined after being in Madagascar all that time. I bet they thought your Croatian was really something."
"You're right there, Mr. Appleby. "No one in Madagascar ever dreamed slaves costing over a million dollars even existed."
"Well, this new mulatto will bring that and more," Mr. Appleby said with considerable enthusiasm. "Try him out and I'm sure you'll agree. The slave's unbelievably attractive - any way you look at him and no matter how you use him. We bought him from a big brothel outside Austin, Texas - it was stocked by the Texas Prison System for the convenience of the state legislators and the governor's office. When an out-of-state newspaper got wind of it, they quickly sold all their stock to us at give away prices."
That night, the Croatian found himself in Mr. Appleby's bed after a through scrubbing inside and out. His balls had been well drained on the flight over from Madagascar, so he could relax and enjoyed the chief trainer's use of his body. Mr. Appleby explored all aspects of the slave's magnificent body: everything from sucking his nipples, massaging his balls, having the slave suckled him slowly but deep down his throat, and finally, fucking him deeply but languidly to prolong the pleasure.
A few floors above them, the beautiful mulatto, once a ward of the Texas Department of Corrections, was being put to the test as he first swallowed the Sheik's shaft and later, felt the huge organ work its way up his chute. Compared to his life at the Texas brothel being fucked day and night by the old, ugly, overweight, and sadistic politicians who loved to lord it over the brothel inmates, his life as a slave here was pure heaven, although he had to admit the Texas Department of Corrections had prepared him well for his duties now.
By morning, both the Croatian and the mulatto had been worked hard but were happy they had brought such pleasures to their perspective users. Separately, both had the same thought as they reflected on their usage the previous night. It was good to be a DELTA slave. How fortunate they were!
THE END