Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
68. Sweet Dreams
Mercie woke up gradually, her mind fuzzy and relaxed from the drug.
Her eyes were unable to pierce the darkness, she could feel the
pressure of the foam pads holding her and began to struggle in weak
panic against the straps binding her. Vaguely she remembered the prick
of the needle, and her mind began to trace the various sensations on
her body...the discomfort between her legs drawing it there first.
There was a feeling of movement and the faint sound of an airplanes
engine, but more was the oppressive feeling of closeness.....that she
could not breathe, could not move. She began to struggle harder
against the box and bonds that held her. The pilot noticed the sounds
of her struggles and looked back at the box. His eyes made sure that
the box was not moving before he turned back to the controls. The girl
would not be going anywhere, and he would increase her dosage before
he entered the landing pattern....he wasn't worried. LAGuardian looked
down at the slave on the bed, her flesh parted before him and so sweet
in the sight. He had taken and possessed every part of her, mouth, ass
and cunt, whipped and tormented her flesh until she had yielded to him
what had never been given another. Now he watched as she lay spread
eagled, limp before him, her mind floating lost to her control. Lovely
was barely aware of her surroundings, felt only the deep hum of pain
and surrender in her flesh, but her body was acutely aware of the man
who owned her. He had awakened in her flesh a hunger she had never
known, controlling her, using her, pushing her hard, not the brief
though painful snaps of the whip as she ran races or trained as a
pony, but deep long strokes that heated her flesh, called something
from within her she had never experienced. When she had thought she
could take no more, he pushed her, slowly building layer of pain upon
layer, until it seemed even her heart beat with the rhythm of his
whips. Dazed and lost in the space of her own mind, she opened her
mouth when he offered drink, ate what he placed within it, and tasted
nothing. LAG smiled, and released the bonds holding her open. Gently
he turned her over. Using straps of leather he bound her ankles to her
wrists so that her body was fully open face up to him. Two of the
chains held her thighs spread wide and he fixed a collar to her
throat, attaching it by a short chain to the headboard...there would
be no place for her to go. Turning to the tape player he flipped the
tape over and started it. Finishing with a blindfold he made sure that
the slave would have nothing to focus on but the whip, the music and
sensation. Lovely could not see him as he picked up the cane, and her
body leaped against the bonds at the first stroke seemed to burn fire
across her thighs. Now she would learn the meaning of her
surrender.....Ra took Dude into the basement preparation area, a nod
from him calling over two large guards who methodically stripped Dude
of his clothing and forced him over to a wall. With a silent
efficiency that scared the balls out of the slave, the scrubbed him
inside and out, examining his flesh with the professional interest of
a groomer. Ra prepared several injections, as they were never sure
where a slave would be sold to, it was Hakeem's practice to inoculate
the slaves he sold. The staff Doctor would fill out all of the
paperwork later. Dude's arm burned with fire as each hypo emptied it's
contents into his arms. Smiling Ra nodded for the guards to release
his arms and watched as they dropped limp at the slaves sides. The
muscles in them so painfully filled with the inoculations that it
would have been a struggle for him to lift them and fight back.
Securing his wrists tightly behind the slave and then lifting them
until they lay parallel along his back and securing them to his
collar, Ra had the guards force him over to a small cage, it was
barely big enough for Dude to stand in, and there was no room for him
to move. Dude fought as best he could but was forced into the cage. He
had never seen it's like before, instead of being straight up and down
it had a bend in it and the doors were in two sections. When Ra closed
it Dude discovered the horrifying trick to the cage, he had to bend at
the middle, forcing his ass outward to press against the back of the
cage and his belly and stomach to rest against the front angle. Three
straps secured him, thighs to the side bars so that he remained open
and one across his forehead holding his face tight to the bars. His
balls and cock dangled freely in the air in this position. Customers
would be able to examine and explore him at their leisure, he could
not stop them. A shudder wracked his body as one of the guards lay a
bed of straw beneath his feet and then rolled the cage from the prep
room and into the holding area. Dude caught glimpses of other slaves
held in the same type of cage, both male and female, and of other
slaves mucking out the bottom and replacing the straw. Apparently he
would not be released from the cage for even the use of a bathroom
until he was auctioned. Tears dripped down his face and raced along
the bars as it dawned on him fully, that FX had released him for sale.
Fx had a smile on his face as Hakeem and he finished their coffee. He
was worried about Dude, and prayed that he would find an owner that he
would serve willingly, but it was also the first time that he had
enjoyed the administrations of a willing slave in a long time. Kasim
had a truly talented mouth and what seemed a genuine love of his
service. "Well my friend...shall we I have many fine slaves just
waiting to be looked over...I am sure you will find something suitable
to your needs. Come." Hakeem heaved his bulk up from the dais and
began to walk toward a black door. FX followed watching fascinated by
the grace of the large man. Entering the private elevator Hakeem
pressed the bottom button and the box descended, to open onto the
holding area. The room had held the buzz of soft conversation, pleas,
and cries as the door opened, and the two men stepped out. A sudden
tense hush washed over the room. The slaves were permitted to talk, to
express their fears, Hakeem would not disallow that...but none of the
slaves wanted to offend a potential buyer. The cages were not
comfortable, the food, gruel, though plentiful plain, and ultimately
they knew that if they did not find a private buyer, they might be
sold to whorehouses or work camps in 3rd world countries. Anything no
matter what would be better than that. Hakeem did not hold merchandise
long. Fx began to work his way around the room, going from cage to
cage, reading the paperwork tacked to it, probing the asses and mouths
of the slaves. Twice he had a slave pulled from the cage to examine
him more closely, test the use of his mouth, twice he returned them to
the cage, finding something lacking. He paused before one cage and
looked at the healthy male within, the dark eyes and hair above a fine
boned face. Picking up the clipboard he read the paperwork, trained
bi-sexual male, fully opened and trained...ex professional
psychologist sold by one of his patients. The he noted the sold
marking next to the name of the slave "west" sold to the Captain of
the S.S. Merimount. Hakeem noted his inquisitive glance and laughed.
"Yes that one will be both ships psychologist and a slut treat for the
crew. Strange story behind that one...apparently one of his patients
found his computer files and conspired with his wife and secretary to
blackmail him into slavery. When they grew bored with him...they
decided to sell him off. He was just sold yesterday....I am not sure
how long he will last on the ship...the Captain has exotic tastes and
the ships compliment is about 200. He will be a busy little slut."
west shuddered in his cage, it was the first time he had learned where
he had been sold to and for what. Serving 3 Doms had been hard enough
on his flesh...but 200!!!!! Why the hell had he kept his files on his
computer at the office. His asshole and cock hurt at just the thought
of what they would be put through.... FX smiled and turned away his
attention caught by another slave. His age was listed as 18, his body
confirmed it, the hard musculature still padded by a touch of baby
fat, blue-black hair framed gray eyes, in a face that was choir-boy
sweet. Fx licked his lips and moved behind the slaves cage to probe
deep into his ass...a groan escaped the lads lips as FX forced 4
fingers into him, he was pleased that the boy pressed back against his
hand even though he was very tight and the pain had to be high. His
other hand reached through the bars and found the teens cock,
hardening rapidly as his ass was probed. Pulling his fingers from the
boys ass he walked back to the front of the cage and offered them to
him, surprised at the eagerness and the skill of the tongue that
sucked them clean again. Fx turned away and continued down the line,
he did not want Hakeem to know he had chosen yet. Finally he came to
Dudes cage, his heart torn by the pleas of the slave to allow him to
return home with his Master. Fx stroked the slaves head tenderly for
the last time and shook his head no...it was hard selling his slave,
but...it was for the best. Fx turned and walked away, feeling the
slaves eyes watching him. "Hakeem cages 12, 30 and 38...how much are
the slaves in each of them, the base price?" Hakeem pulled a sheath of
notes from his pocket, "hmmmmm 12 is $14,000, a fine slave with many
many years of service, a bit spirited as you can tell, but the best
slaves are. Number 30 is $18,000 and comes with equipment. His last
owner grew ill and wanted him to have a good home, well trained as a
domestic as well as a sex slave, low pain levels on that one, but he
was a good business manager as well. Number38, now that is a strange
one, he was brought to me by a social worker, apparently he was raised
as a slave, and was taken away from his parents...unable to deny his
needs he sought owners in some very dangerous places, he was rescued
by a shelter, and well...needless to say here he is...this one is only
$5000, he has had home training only, and we are not sure of his pain
levels or even the completeness of his training.. you would be taking
a risk with him." Fx turned back to the slaves, he knew which one he
wanted. "Number 38Hakeem, I will take the risk." The slave cast his
eyes upwards toward his owner to be and smiled. FX watched as a light
of mischief and hunger entered the boys eyes, he would definitely be a
handful and need to be trained, but, he was not broken, and the fire
in his spirit would make his submission so much sweeter. "Shall I have
him delivered...or..." "I will take him with me." "Very good, I will
have him cleaned up and readied for travel while we take care of the
paperwork. FX laughed at the thought of paperwork, there would be no
paper trail of the sale, but the slave would have to have papers, id
card and social security card and what not...they would all be false
of course, but would pass a minor check and prevent problems.. no one
these days went without id. He patted the slaves ass and followed
Hakeem from the room, steeling himself as Dudes last wail of
"Maaaaaasssssssttteeeerrrrr pllllleeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssseeeee" followed
him from the room.Jessann wept. Sean had not ruined her tit meat, but
she had been held screaming as he heated the needles burning deep into
her flesh. She had toyed for years with fantasies about being a slave,
her mind turning to all sorts of torments that fueled her midnight
fantasies. At long last she had gotten up the courage to meet with a
Dom, Bear, and to if not plunge head first into the waters, test and
play on the shore with humiliation and service. She had watched at the
party with a little envy the uses the other slaves were put through,
and seen the pleasure they received in turn...at least some of them.
Bear had deemed her ready even though she had not thought so and taken
her from her life to be his slave, fully. She could not say no to him,
she could no longer keep him at a distance. The man took what he
wanted from her, and punished when she did not give as much as he
thought she could. Tonight had been her first test, she had been
forced to serve, to remain still and be tortured by his friends as a
poker ante, she had been raped repeatedly anally, orally, vaginally
until she thought she would never rid herself of the feel of cum
pouring from everywhere, and now, even the deepest part of her tits
had been tortured, slowly heated by the needle skewering them. When
Sean had finished she had lain in the pool of her own urine, barely
conscious and weeping silently. She had come face to face with the
reality...she was a slave, a piece of meat to be used however men or
women desired. Bear looked at the slave as she lay huddled on the
floor and nodded to his friends. The game was over. "Jessann.. come
here." His thick accent penetrated the slaves misery and she struggled
back to her knees, she dared not refuse to go to him, no matter how
much she hurt, to fail was to be punished. His heavy hand fell on her
back and she flinched until she realized that he was stroking her. His
words in Russian fell heavy over her ears, she could not understand
what he said when he lapsed into his native tongue, but the tone told
her that he was praising her. A low keening cry burst from her throat
as he gathered her painted welted used body to him and picked her up
in his arms. With a tenderness she had never known he cradled her head
against his shoulder and carried her from the room. The four other men
nodded as he lumbered out, then turned back to their game...she would
need time alone with him. Bear carried her into the Master bath and
began to clean his slave up, each gentle touch accompanied by praise
as he examined each welt, cleaned and treated it. She did not know how
proud he was of his little American toy...wrapped in her own misery
Jessann knelt silent as her injuries were treated and then followed
him into the bedroom. "Tonight is treat Babushka...tonight you sleep
here." Bear turned down the coverlet on the bed and placed the slave
into the very center of it. Jessann dared not look at him, but sank
gratefully into the feather mattress. Attaching a short chain and
padlock to her collar and then a bolt on the headboard, Bear made sure
that his slave would not escape. Covering her lightly, he turned off
the light and left only a night light burning as he left the room.
Jessann listened to the silence, exhaustion pulling her mind down as
the soft feathers wrapped about her. She did not know when she faded
into sleep. Did not hear the door open silently an hour later or feel
the five men enter the bed with her, her dreams colored only by their
soft touches on her skin as they massaged her flesh gently with oils,
turning her to her belly to ease her softly deeper into sleep. As she
lay dreaming, her breath coming quicker, James readied himself...With
one thrust he buried himself in the girls ass, waking her screaming as
the men held her down and began to tease her flesh. Jessanns'
exhausted mind tried to come to grips with the sudden pain as her ass
was fucked yet again, her ears filled with the sounds of hot horny
sadists, who would continue to rape and possess her through the rest
of the night....she was a slave...nothing else.
(Note from stories-online.net: this is all I have)
