my knees were trembling and got weak when middle-aged Mr Hasan entered our house..he had a hostile rounded white and large face..very thick eyebrows and large brown mostach..the top of his head was bald but the sides were covered by a smooth long and dark hair, and he managed to pull it sideways to cover his bald scalp..but the scary part was his height at 6 feet 5, and almost 300 pounds made him look like an extremely solid tower..his body was very muscular and a little chubby at the same time..and a very thick long chest hair could be seen out of his open shirt collar.. he entered the room as a conquerer and said loudly and confidently: so where is the little boy? and there I was standing in the corner shaking and frozen..dared not say a word or move..and I could hear mom's sobbing had become much louder maybe after she glimpsed him frm somewhere..dad looked at the floor defeated and totally humiliated..he was looking at the man who will own his son forever..and he wasnt proud of this and probably wanted these heavy moments to pass ASAP..when Master saw me in the corner..a large smile showed on his manly handsome face and his hazel eyes became brighter..I was only 110 pound 5'6 talla nd looked 15 not 18.. behind closed doors I protested to dad: why are you doing this?..I dont wanna go with this man.. - you need a real man son..I couldnt not notice it..from the day we attended the olive oil wrestling matches in Idrne.. -pleas father.. not any man..this one is like a monster..I promise I'll be good.. -you dont understand..I will not let you be out of the house one day and then hear all the humiliating news about you one day after the other..you have to be incarcerated..like all the fems..and you cant imagine what pain selling you is causing me..did you ever doubt my love? -....? very bad I didnt have a long and thourough farewell to my mother..I thought I would somehow see her again ..I was mistaken..whenever I try to think of her now she is only the sobbing voice coming from the kitchen mourning her son's enslavement..slavery was still legal in 1880.. at the door Mr Hasan paid something to my dad and they both signed a paper while he was holding my neck with his huge hand..with long hair on its top and each finger..in the horses-led big carriage I was forced to kneel on the floor at his feet while he laid his large bare foot on my knee..I was shaking in fear, and dared not raise my eyes, my heart was bouncing..master did not ask me my name..he simply called me slave upon his firm clear instructions.. -slave..today you have become my owned property..and this will NEVER change..EVER..cause I NEVER sell my properties, give them up or rent them..I'd rather see you dead than free..you only exist in this world to serve me..you will have no name, rights, or way out..you will not be allowed to speak unless told, and will never put clothes on again. I held his large leg with my small hand and started shaking blinded by the tears..he said:now I know this has been very sudden for you, thus I wont be as firm with you from the start like I usually am with my slaves, plus your young age..speak slave to your Master..ask him and learn to become a valued property.. -Master.. -....? -I do not want to be a slave Master..I would like to be set free Sir..I am still too young to lose my freedom and life..PLEASE.. -this time will forgive you lowlife..delete the idea of freedom from your brain..for fags like you freedom is not an option..you were born to be owned and be stepped on like the slut you are..a manly married man could use you once in a while when bored at home.. -Master..PLEASE..there has to be a way out.. -cool..we both knew you will have to be broken..and I was trying to spare you a broken rib or two..but actually I will enjoy completely breaking you..fems like you SHOULD be removed systemically from the society like weeds and insects before our sons and young male ones lay an eye on you..you are a harmful worm that has to be crushed under the shoes, and I will gladly do it.. I looked at him while he was looking at the green road between the tobbaco farms..the man was very serious and he was talking like he spent his life subjugating his owned human property..he was not even excited about it..its just another task he will have to perform..while for me this was my life that was just taken away from me..I was very scared but definitely willing to resist..but was so weak though.. the horses stopped infront of one of his many large wheat storage houses..the dome-shaped store house was built from mud, dark and very wet from inside to preserve the cereal from rotting or burning, and without windows to keep thieves away and this house was obviously hidden between the farms, very distant from Master's village.. Master grabbed my hair and dragged me inside the house..his firm grip was absolutely irresistible..inside the dark secluded one-room house I felt a heavy iron collar around my neck,it was tight enough not to be forgettable even a moment and was very heavy to keep reminding me who I have become..Master lowered me to my knees and used a hot object that I couldnt see but felt its heat..eventually I noticed that the Collar was tightly and permanently welded..it had no lock or a key..this iron collar was indefinite..it was eternal..and I will have to live with it for the rest of my life.. Master ripped my clothes and kept me copmletely naked, and then started feeling my teeth and fondling my bubble butt..he whisteled and ocassionally said:nice..then I felt his large index finger probe my ass..AHH..I moaned uncofortably and heard him say..good..a virgin.. he walked away while I was on my knees totally humiliated and terrified..I looked at his body..god he was HUGE..very tall with very broad muscular shoulders..then he came back with more objects..I dared not crying but wanted to..what else is he bringing in the darkness?..suddenly found my neck squeezed tightly between his strong large thighs, and he started shaving my hair..my beautiful blond smooth hair..I whispered..PLEASE NO..PLEASE.. he kept cutting skillfully and very amused..I was exactly like a sheep or a goat being handled..with no hope..cried silently squeezed to the floor on my knees trying to breath between his large thighs.. eventually he grabed my hair and but my right face-cheek on the floor and stepped with his big bare foot on my neck and cheek..involuntarily I made a chest voice that sounded exactly like a goat in pain..in the darkness I could see to my horror an orange bright flat body that was taking out directly from the fire coming close to my face..PLEASE..NO SIR..PLEASE..I'll be good Master..but there was no mercy..his foot was crushing my face and neck, and his strong hand was grabbing me hard..finally that fire object landed on my forehead..very firmly and for good 15 seconds..here I started screaming uncontrolably like an animal being slaughtered and lost consciousness..on the floor I was waking up slowly in terrible pain and seeing his confident feet stepping away from me..I am carrying now his mark on my face..forever branded by his name..MASTER Hasan PROPERTY on the forehead without any hope of ever hiding it..deep in my flesh and pride..forever..