Delta Enterprises, Ltd.

DELTA ENTERPRISES, INC.

By Bill Smith

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PART 6:

VISIT TO MADAGASCAR: FARAFARGANA AND THE BROTHEL SLAVES:

The low-altitude flight over the rain forest canopy was interesting and the Sheik spotted many of Madagascar's famous lemurs leaping from tree to tree during the journey. On the small roads cutting through the jungle, long lines of naked slaves, chained together by their neck collars, were seen trudging toward the provincial capital of Farafagana, urged to keep their speed up by overseers equipped with mean-looking electric prods which they seemed to use frequently on the butts and ballsacs of the slaves. Each time one of the drivers used the prods on the slave's balls, the slave would stiffen, rear back his head as far as his heavy neck collar would allow, and open his mouth in a horrendous scream of agony - all without missing a step or even slowing down - a move that each slave knew would only lead to another shock and even more agony.

"You see those slave coffles streaming into Farafagana around the clock, day and night," the heliocopter pilot commented as he saw the Sheik pointedly looking at the scene below. "But most of them aren't long in Farafagana - only the really good looking, well-hung young guys stay in Farafagana for training. The others are all shipped out - Farafagana is a major slave trans- shipment point here in Madagascar," the pilot explained. "Those slaves you see below come from all over - all of Eastern Africa, India, and the Gulf states mainly. They're sorted out and then shipped off to wholesalers in Europe, America, and Asia or bought up by speciality slave trainers similar to the horse trainer you were visiting in Antairabe."

"You into the trade yourself?" the Sheik asked pleasantly.

"Not yet - don't have the capital. You practically have to be a multimillionaire to even set up a modest little establishment in a back alley. Takes money to make money, they say, and it's really true in the slave trade. No, I can't even dabble in the trade at this point, but I do own a nice boy I was able to purchase just recently. He's waiting in his cage right now for my return," the pilot said lustily, rubbing his obviously aroused genitals as he thought about the caged animal awaiting his pleasure.

"Is he one of the products of the famed Faragana's trainers?" the Sheik asked curiously.

"Sort of ," the pilot explained.. "I couldn't afford a freshly trained slave, but I was able to buy a boy that had been traded in by a brothel in Rome. He's had a lot of use, but he's still in his twenties and he still sure knows how to give you full pleasure, even if he is a little over the hill with a fully stretched asshole. He was an Italian to start with, shipped down here to Faragana to be trained, and then shipped back to Rome where he was put to work hot and heavy for the past 10 years, the best I can figure out. Strange thing, though, he doesn't seem to mind doing most anything you want no matter what it is - that's the sign of some really good training. He's still as eager as he was if he was 18-years-old and fresh out of training, seems like. Besides, what with the enforced exercises and the strict diet, he still looks pretty good. Italians hold on to their looks, they say, and I believe it. "

"You're right," the Sheik agreed. "Italian slaves always seem to hold their value when they're traded in."

"I take it you're in the trade, sir," the pilot said with a wide smile. "That's one good looking piece of slave fresh you've got carrying your bags. He puts my Italian boy to shame, but I imagine he really cost some big bucks."

"Yes," the Sheik laughed, "I'm in the trade, as you put it, and yes, my Croatian body slave has a very high market value. Not to denigrate your Italian slave in any way of course. I'm sure your new slave will bring you considerable pleasure over the years."

"Are you a wholesaler, trainer, or dealer, sir?" the pilot asked most respectfully. "It's obvious from your itinerary as well as your body slave, sir, that you're a man of considerable means."

"Yes on all counts, pilot," the Sheik laughed heartily. "I'm all three: a wholesaler of slaves, a trainer of slaves, and a dealer for individuals wanting the very finest slaves available in the world. I'll even brag and tell you the firm I own, Delta Enterprises, Limited, is the only slave dealer in the world that fully guarantees its stock for 90 days on all purchases and up to a year on some purchases. Furthermore, Delta, Ltd., only deals in premium slaves - the one in 10,000 that is worth training to perfection and to the point where we can guarantee them. Delta offers the selective buyers any type of slave the purchaser desires: pony slaves, brothel slaves, a personal bed buck, breeding wenches, houseboys, cooks, human studs, athletes and fighters and other entertainment slaves, mine and agricultural laborers, road builders, litter bearers - any size, any shape, any color, either sex you want. The only thing Delta slaves have in common is exceptional good looks, handsome physiques, phenomenal sexual equipment that is usually in a state of constant arousal, and an eagerness to please that only the most exacting training can produce. Delta stock typically brings 300-400% over the usual slave prices for a given category."

"Wow!" the pilot exclaimed. "Where is this Delta Enterprises, sir?"

"Muscat, Oman. And, in answer to your other question, pilot, you were correct in assuming I was a man of considerable means. The slave trade has proven to be most profitable over the years," the Sheik added for emphasis as he reached over and began fondling his Croatian slave's immense prick. This slave here is representative of our stock and will bring at least 1 million at auction."

"That's way out of my league," the pilot laughed, somewhat overawed by his passenger. "That Italian whore I just bought cost me $118,000. I thought that was big money just to have two holes to stick it into and a body to play with. But a million dollars?"

"Surely you put your slave to other uses, pilot," the Sheik counseled. "Slaves serving as their master's bed bucks can do all the cooking, shopping, cleaning, laundering, and yard work as well as wait table and entertain your guests. Nothing worse than keeping a slave idle except when you're fucking them. Keep them busy all the time - it's good for them and insures you're getting full value from your purchase."

"I'm glad we've met, sir," the pilot said gratefully. "So far, I've kept the Italian slave caged except when he's being exercised to keep his muscle tone and when I'm using him in my bed.. Since he was a brothel slave before, I just assumed serving me sexually was all he could do. But, you're right, there's no reason he can't be doing all those other chores too. No need for me to be doing all that work when there's a perfectly good set of arms and legs to do all that for me and still be able to offer a good suck or take a good fuck whenever I want."

"A slave worked round the clock is a happy slave," the Sheik said profoundly.

"I can see why you're so successful in your business," the pilot said admiringly. "Everything you say makes so much sense."

"Those chained slaves below us in those long lines will soon realize how much sense is inherent in the trade," the Sheik laughed. "Most people in the trade know exactly what they are doing and why."

"They'd have to - what with the money involved," the pilot said reflectively as he began a fast descent into the heart of Farafargana's business district where a well utilized heliport was conveniently located.

The Sheik stopped stroking his Croatian slave's rampant erection, now fully thrust out for his master's convenience and dripping gobs of precum, and motioned for the slave to gather the luggage for their departure.

"Enjoyed having you as my passenger," the pilot said as the Sheik turned to go down the exit steps.

"And I enjoyed our conversation," the Sheik replied courteously. "You go home, now, and enjoy your Italian slave. But," he winkled, "be sure to put him to work around the house when you're through enjoying his body."

"That I'll do, sir. Yes, sir, thanks to you, that boy's going to be fucked regularly AND work his butt off around the house," the pilot beamed as he shut off the engines.

The Sheik emerged from the helicopter with his naked Croatian slave heeling behind with the luggage. They simply walked to their hotel which was only a 100 feet away and checked in. The suite the Sheik had reserved came complete with a sitting room, a bedroom, an elaborate bath, and even a small alcove off the bedroom for any accompanying body slaves. The Croatian was thrilled to have a small place of his own close to his master's bed, although he was fully aware of the lockable leash chains protruding from the alcove's walls for safekeeping of slave property when the master was absent.

Most striking, though, were the two slaves that came with the suite - fully trained to provide any and all pleasures, the Sheik was told, along with full housekeeping responsibilities. One of the slaves was a handsome rich brown, about 6' tall with a tremendously muscular physique, good looks that defied description, and hung with well shaped genitals as big as any horse. That slave sported a gold nose ring that hung right above his lip, gold rings in each prominent tit, and a thick gold band around his huge genitals, forcing them to protrude far out in front of him. The other slave provided had hair that was pure white, a golden tanned skin, brilliant green eyes, looked to be about 18 or so, and was well muscled but not obscenely so. His pecs were outstanding in their development, featuring huge tits on top of the layers of chest muscles, and he too sported huge genitals, fully ringed to ensure full display and easy access, which was now fully erect and dripping precum. He had no nose ring, but featured large ear rings, very large 3" tit rings, a tall 5" neck collar that forced his head into a full upright position at all times, and bronze arms bands welded above each bicep A large leash ring protruded from his genital band and, at the moment, the slave had been leashed by his genitals to a ring in the sitting room wall provided for just that purpose.

"What's the origins of these slaves?" the Sheik asked the bellboy, himself a naked slave of exceptional good looks whose shaved body only highlighted his thick collared neck and ringed genitals on a suburb chiseled body..

"The brown slave is from Ethiopia, master," the bellboy said humbly with his eyes glued to the floor and the white slave is an American, I'm told, master - someplace called California, I believe."

"And your origins, slave?" the Sheik asked demandingly.

"I'm from Greece, master," the slave responded rather proudly.

"That's what I would have guessed from your bone structure, your well shaped sexual organs, and your nicely rounded ass," the Sheik replied as he reached over and hefted the slave's balls up to better inspect them. "You get bedded down much here at the hotel?"

The slave blushed bright red. "Yes, master, a lot," he stared at the ground as the Sheik continued to manipulate his rapidly swelling organ.

"A nice compliment, slave - there's certainly no reason to blush over being of some use to your owner. You should be proud," the Sheik said, squeezing the slave's balls strongly for emphasis. "My Croatian slave here is proud to be fucked frequently, certainly not ashamed. He knows that why I bought him. If he wasn't being fucked regularly, he'd probably be mining coal in some pit or pulling a plow on somebody's plantation. He's lucky to be a body slave and he knows it."

"Yes, master," the slave gasped as the pain of the severe ball squeezing racked his body. "I'm fortunate to be owned by the hotel."

"Does the hotel buy a lot of Ethiopians and Americans to service the rooms?" the Sheik asked.

"Yes, master. The hotel manager wants brown and white slaves available at all times because that's what our guests usually want. The Ethiopian boys are very gentle, used to slavery, easily managed, and are so cheap at the marketplace you can afford to replace them easily enough. The American boys costs a lot more, but the customers seem to like fucking them. The hotel manager says they cost so much because it takes a long time to train them properly, master."

"Your manager is right about that, slave," the Sheik said.

"The manager says they're arrogant and stupid and that's why it takes many months to train one of them properly, master," the Greek slave added humbly. "Is that true, master?"

The Sheik quickly slapped the slave hard across the face until the slave was thrown off balance.

"A slave should never question his master," the Sheik admonished the Greek slave with another blow across the other cheek which turned bright red.

"No master, sorry, master," the slave responded as tears spilled down his cheeks, whether from the face slapping or the continued severe ball squeezing couldn't be ascertained, even if it was deemed important (which it wasn't).

"Americans tend to be arrogant all right, even when they're first enslaved, but they are stupid in that it takes them a long, long time to accept the fact they're now slaves and just property of their new owners. It's a bad combination: natural arrogance mixed with stupidity. But they can be broken to slavery - it just takes a lot of time and patience - more than many trainers have. That's why a lot of American slaves are just beaten to death in training by those who are impatient. But, with time and the right techniques, even those stubborn Americans can be bent to a master's will. That's why well-trained American slaves are so expensive at auction. It's not that American slaves are all that scarce - it's just that so many don't complete their training. Your master has a lot of money tied up in all these American slaves chained to the guestroom walls," the Sheik commented. "Let's hope they're worth it!"

"My master gets few complaints concerning the American slaves we have here," the Greek slave said almost defensively. "Most guests seem to be well pleased with the service they provide."

"Are they better in pleasing the customers than you are?" the Sheik teased.

"No, master. Greek slaves have been experts in pleasing other men since ancient times - it's in our blood and part of our national honor, master! If you choose to use me tonight, I'll prove it to you, master," the Greek slave said boldly as his large prick throbbed in the Sheik's fisted hand.

"Well, I just do that, slave. I'll ask the manager for your use tonight and we'll compare you to the properties chained to the wall here."

"Yes, master," the Greek slave replied, obviously pleased.

"If you're as good as you boastfully claim in my bed, I may let you fuck my Croatian slave here for my amusement. After, all you Greeks have been fucking the Croatians for the past 1000 years," the Sheik said sarcastically.

"Yes, master," the Greek said with great enthusiasm as he dared to glance at the handsome Croatian slave standing nearby in a full display position, his prick even then semi-erect and dripping. The Sheik's comments on his country's history of subjugation of the Balkans was lost on him in that he had no historical knowledge other than his previously mentioned pride in the fact that Greek boys had long been sought after as pleasure slaves for their male owners. The slave to be fucked, the Croatian, similarly had no historical sense of his country of origin and didn't think being fucked by a Greek was any different than being fucked by any other nationality. It was the size of the organ entering him and the force behind the thrusts that mattered - not the country of origin as far as he was concerned.

"Tonight, after touring the slave markets here in Farafargana, I'll probably want to fuck the American as well as the Ethiopian before fucking you, Greek slave. After that, we'll let you fuck my Croatian slave under my direction and then we can all watch the American being fucked by the Ethiopian while you suck me off. I'll call for you when I'm ready," the Sheik said authoritatively. "You're dismissed for now."

"Yes, master," the Greek slave replied, thrilled that an exciting evening lay ahead of him. Getting to fuck the exquisite white body slave would be an opportunity he rarely had, almost always being on the receiving end himself as a slave. He backed out of the room, his head bowed toward the master to show his respect.

The Ethiopian and the American slaves chained to the wall by their genital leashes both shivered in anticipation of the planned use of their bodies. Each smiled in happiness, not because they were going to be raped once again, but because a hotel guest using them meant they would be fully fed and watered that day. Like most hotel slaves, failing to attract full customer usage invariably led to starvation rations, half issues of water, and usually a severe beating to remind them of their purpose.

Sheik Amani decided to take his Croatian body slave with him in his visits to the various Farafangana dealers. The boy could come in handy if he wanted prospective purchases tested out sexually - besides, the exquisitely handsome naked slave being led by a leash attached to one of his tit rings, his collar, or his genital ring established him as a man of good taste and considerable means.

The first thing that struck the Sheik's eye were the blatant advertisements pasted to billboards, hanging in the windows of the dealers' shops, and even featured on streamers crossing the roads of the business district.

"Fresh shipment of well-endowed Africans!" on dealer's sign proclaimed. Other signs and placards filled the landscape and the longer you looked, the more you spotted..

"Clearance Sale on all Middle Easterners - Stock up Now On These Well-Trained Boys!" "Nordic Blonds Marked Down for Quick Sale!" "Eleven Inches Fully Erect or Your Money Back- We Specialize in Hung Studs" "Young Americans at Reasonable Prices: Completely Trained with all Shots!" "Handsome Latino Studs Exquisitely Trained to Meet Any Demand!" "The Eunuch Shop: Full and Partial, Trained for Complete Satisfaction. - All Colors Available!" "European Studs for Immediate Sale!" "Male Whores from China: Fresh, Frisky, and Fun!" "Sri Lankan Bed Bucks - Why Not Own the Very Best!" "Burmese Body Slaves - Ask the Man Who Owns One!" and thousands of others assaulted the eyes of any buyer entering the business district.

It was obvious this was a city where dealers specialized in various trade goods. None of "this one size fits all." Some dealers sold only blacks, others browns and mulattos, others American stock; others only European; others stocked only blond Nordics, others only Chinese, one shop specialized in Australian white stock - all young, handsome, hung, and fully trained. Another shop sold only mixed breeds: mulattos, quadrooms, and octoroons from the United States, Indian/Caucasian blends primarily from North India, American Indian/Black mixtures from the Southwest U.S., Eurasian boys from Japan and China, and Polynesian/Caucasian mixtures from the South Pacific Islands. Still another shop specialized in whites with excessive body hair alongside absolutely hairless Asians. There was even one shop that stocked only green-eyed slaves no matter what their skin color. Right next door was a shop that carried only blue-eyed blonds. Further down the road a shop featured only Arab boys - all dark haired and dark eyed and handsome without fault.

The Sheik popped into the Arab shop and was greeted by the dealer himself.

"Wal-sal-ala-ekum" the dealer acknowledged a fellow Arab. "My humble shop is honored with your presence."

"Ala-ekum Al Salaam," the Sheik returned the greeting. "Your hospitality is appreciated."

"What a strikingly handsome body slave you have, sir," the dealer said as his eyes looked over the Croatian slave from top to bottom. "It's wise to have him leashed," he commented as he looked at the leash leading from the slave's genital ring. "Unfortunately, we have slave nappers every now and then and unleashed slaves can disappear in an instance, turning up in markets hundreds of miles away the next day. A slave this valuable would be a prime target for those unscrupulous rogues. What did you pay for this property, if I may ask, sir? At least a million I would wager if I know my slave fresh!"

"Very good, dealer," the Sheik responded warmly. That's exactly what I would expect if I were to sell the boy to a dealer. But he could possibly bring 1.2 or even 1.3 million placed on the auction block in a good venue."

"Ah! As I expect, sir. You're obviously in the trade yourself," the dealer asked collegially. "May I ask where?"

"I own Delta Enterprises, Limited, in Muscat, Oman, the only dealer in the world that guarantees its premium stock to a very select clientele. Most of our stock sells in the 800,000 to 1.5 million range. My body slave is an example of the quality of our stock. My name is Sheik Amani, by the way."

"I am humbled," the dealer said, obviously taken aback by such a personage. "How can this small shop be of service to you, Sheik? My name is Ebrahim Kadir."

"I'm traveling throughout Madagascar to study the trade developments here. So far, I've been to Antananarivo where I purchased a magnificent black boy that anyone would be proud to bed down, and, just yesterday, Antairabe, where I was a guest of the great human pony trainer Bonn, and where he gave me the present of another splendid black slave. I'm visiting Farafargana because the reputation of the dealers in training quality brothel slaves extends all the way to Oman. Mr. Kadir, I'm interesting in setting up some purchasing agreements with some of the dealers here to provide me with the very best of their selections periodically."

The dealer's eyes narrowed as he sensed a unique opportunity.

"Unfortunately, I wasn't prepared for the myriad of dealers here, all operating independently, apparently, all fairly small scale, and all specialized to one small but probably exclusive segment of the market. I wanted to deal with one firm that could supply all my needs for brothel slaves who would then have their training enhanced to Delta Limited guarantee standards and be re-sold on the world market. Allah be praised, but that is not to be, it seems."

"Sheik Amani, sir, the only way a dealer can survive in Farafargana is to specialize into stock that no one else is carrying. Me - I fill a narrow gap: Arab boys who are unusually handsome, who are very well endowed, and who have been trained to perfection for their duties in pleasing others with their bodily charms. No other dealer here in Farafargana stocks Arab boys trained for brothel duty so I have no competition. But offering exclusive stock is the only way we operate here in Farafargana. It's cumbersome and requires going from shop to shop if one wants variety, but it works and it allows all of us to make a decent living."

"My customers buying up brothel slaves usually want a variety," the Sheik said, shaking his head. "Only occasionally do I get a call for an Arab boy to be placed in a brothel. More likely they want blond Nordics or Russians or Americans - especially the latter - it seems everyone wants to fuck an American these days!" the Sheik laughed. "If a customer asks for a mixed lot, an Arab boy thrown in would be fine, but no one I knows wants a whole brothel filled with them," he chuckled. "As an Arab myself, I suppose it's because they don't want the competition - Arabs are so damn good looking, don't you agree, Mr. Kadir?"

The dealer, an Arab also, did indeed agree and his black eyes sparkled at the customer's wit and charm. "Allah did indeed bless us Arabs with good looks - as well as amply sized organs," the dealer smiled warmly as he took to this new visitor like none he could remember. "But that shouldn't preclude my services in procuring Farafargana stock for you, sir. I know every dealer in the city - we often trade among ourselves to get rid of stock we don't specialize in - and can gather up whatever stock you want to further train and then resell. My commission for such a task would be most modest, good friend and," he paused dramatically and then winked, "I'll throw in one of my best looking, most eager Arab boys with every 10 slaves I pick up from the other dealers to fill your order - at no extra charge! That's like getting my 10 percent commission back, sir. I doubt if a better arrangement can be made among any other dealer here in Farafargana - and no one knows the stock better," the Arab dealer added excitedly.

"Ten per cent commission on the purchase price of filling and shipping to Oman each type of brothel slave I order through you and then you've give me free of charge the best in stock of your Arab slaves for every ten slaves I order. Is that correct, Mr. Kadir?"

"Do we have a deal?" the Arab dealer smiled. "I assure you I can fulfill any order you place if it's in this town anywhere and I'll not cheat you on the price either. I can usually get a dealer's discount on my purchases from other dealers and that allows me enough profit to stay in business. My commission will be 10 percent on the selling price minus my dealer's discount, so all you'll pay for any stock is 90% of the selling price plus 10% commission. But, again, noble sir, you'll more than get that back when you see what specimens I can send you as free bonuses for every 10th purchase."

"How will I know you're not cheating me?" the Sheik asked with a smile.

"I wouldn't dare cheat you, an expert in the trading of human flesh, sir. You would detect a fraudulent price in an instance and withdraw your orders. It's to my great advantage to make sure you feel you are getting the best deal possible."

"How will I know you're not sending me some rogues Arabs you can't sell as my bonus?"

"Again, good friend. You know better than I the quality of well-trained Arab slaves. If what I send you doesn't meet your standards, simply send them back and I'll pay full shipment charges both ways, including their replacement."

"Sounds like you're eager to get the business," the Sheik responded. "And you are right, Mr. Kadir, that I do know my stock and the trade, and any insult to my intelligence in this area by overpricing the goods or delivering less than premium quality will lead to an instant revocation of our agreement."

"Agreed," the dealer said excitedly. "May Allah bless this day and our new friendship!"

"Now, I'll place my first order for brothel slaves while I'm here in person. All other orders will come by fax as the need arises. All the slaves you purchase for me must be fully trained to their future duties in brothels sprinkled throughout the world, must look forward to frequent and continual use of their bodies, be exceptionally good looking, possess well-built attractive physiques that are well-muscled but not obscenely so, have naturally hairless bodies or be trained to body shave themselves daily, and possess unusually large and attractive sexual organs that are easily excitable and can withstand hours of manipulation and fondling. They should be able to stud on demand without hesitation and be able to do so for hours on end; their sucking skills should be perfectly perfected so they can swallow even the biggest of pricks fully, and, probably most important, they should be well skilled in being fucked regularly with, of course, the ability to massage their user's shaft with their ass muscles as the fucking progresses. Most of my stock will be fitted with dildos when not being used, so training in dildo insertion, bodily hygiene, and flushing themselves appropriately is expected of all purchases. Most important, Mr. Kadir, is the slave's expectation that he is going to be used by a variety of people not of his choosing over and over each and every day and that his sole purpose is to bring those people using him the maximum pleasure possible. Anything less, and I'll ship them right back to you," the Sheik said unflinchingly.

"That said, I want: (1) two pure blonds from the Scandinavian countries - both at least 6' tall; three light brown mulattos or quadroons preferably from North America - all three heavily muscled and extraordinarily endowed; (3) two Asian types that have hairless bodies, absolutely clear yellow skin and black eyes, and willowy without being in any way feminine looking; (4) three American whites no older than 19 - all three bubble-butted, heavy hung, and eager as a young colt."

"That's 10 slaves, sir," the dealer said as he carefully wrote the orders down. "That qualifies you for a free Arab slave," he exclaimed.

"Yes, ship all 11 slaves to the address on this card in care of my shipping manager. The invoices, deeds of ownership, and sales papers should all be sent to my business manager listed on the reverse side. Fax all the paperwork first, and then ship the original papers with the properties themselves. All properties will be shipped by air express in the usual slave transport cages."

The complete organization, quick decision making, and absolute authority exuded by the Sheik overwhelmed the small Farafarganan dealer. His utmost respect showed as he almost bowed to this new customer with his next questions.

"Sir, do you want your purchases circumcised? And what about nose, ear and tit rings? Do you want them genitally banded? Should they be shipped nude as usual or do you prefer a covering for their arrival in Oman?" The questions poured out as the dealer began to realize the enormity of his new business arrangement with Delta Enterprises.

"Don't consume yourself with trivial matters, Mr. Kadir," the Sheik calmly counseled. "It doesn't matter about ringing or banding. All of that can be done or undone at Delta Enterprises according to customer demand as can the circumcisions. Generally, our customers want brothel slaves circumcised - I assume that what's you've found true here in Farafargana anyway, but if you find a promising stock not circumcised, don't have it done here just for Delta Enterprises. We have the facilities to do scores of them each and every day - that and castrations for those wanting a eunuch. We do fit every slave with a nose ring while he's in training - makes it so much easier to control him for various positions and behaviors involved in advanced training - but we often remove it before final sale. Besides, my trainers have found slaves feel more like the animals there are after they're fitted with a good heavy nose ring. Works even better than the standard slave collar, ringing their tits, and genital banding although those devices are important, of course. Now as to your last question regarding shipment. All stock is to be shipped to Oman totally nude. No slave in Oman is allowed clothing under any circumstances. Putting clothes on a slave is a waste of good cloth, as well as potentially dangerous. It might lead to a slave thinking he was more than just an animal - a property to serve at the whim of his master. Would you cloth a horse, dealer?" the Sheik asked rhetorically. "Of course not!"

"Pardon my ignorance, sir, but I didn't know what the custom was in Oman, Sheik Amani.

No slave here is ever clothed for the same reasons, of course, and I suspected it was the same in Oman from the lack of tan lines on the fine looking slave accompanying you. I was just making sure I didn't offend you with my provincial ignorance, sir."

"I appreciate your concern," the Sheik responded graciously. "Now, about that bonus Arab boy. Can I pick the boy out myself as long as I'm here?"

"I was hoping you would find the time to do me the favor," the dealer replied, genuinely pleased that the owner of a huge mega-dealership and training facility would deign to look over his meager stock holdings. He waved the Sheik to a doorway in the back of his shop.

"I keep the stock in holding pens here in the back," he explained as the Sheik and his Croatian body slave, led by his genital leash, quickly followed him and were soon standing in front of a large cell strewn with straw, a running faucet on the back wall and a hole for their droppings in a back corner. Three walls were bars from floor to ceiling; the fourth was the back wall of the building fitted with manacles, chains, and other holding devices if needed. Inside the cell were about a dozen Arab slaves, all totally nude, all well built, all heavy hung, and all very good looking. None of them were manacled and no restraints were visible on their bodies. Most had been tit ringed, two had nose rings fitted, but all had been genitally banded to insure good display of their massive organs. There was the ever-present smell of urine and shit from the hole in the corner, but the slaves themselves appeared clean and were relatively free of body odor despite the almost suffocating heat in the unvented back chamber. Their smooth skins dripped with sweat, which glistened in the light coming in from an overhead skylight, highlighting their good muscular development. All appeared to be at least semi-erect, although a few were fully erect and dripping in need."

"Promising," the Sheik said as his first impression.

"Don't pass judgment until you see inspect them personally," the dealer said with some pride. "I pray you won't be too disappointed."

That said, he unlocked the cell and barked, "Get out here, you whore slaves, and display your bodies for my customer."

Without hesitation, the handsome Arab slaves quickly filed out of the cage, formed a quick line in front of the bars, and promptly placed their arms in back of their neck, flexed all their muscles, and thrust their pelvises out as far as they could to best display their banded organs while big inviting smiles appeared beneath their flashing eyes. Their organs quickly became fully erect in their excitement at the prospect of being sold. It was obvious they were eager to be sold to a new home and escape the small confines of their smelly cage.

"They're all fully trained to whoredom," the dealer explained. "They're skilled in all forms of pleasuring a man or woman and eager to do so. They've also been trained in endurance, so you can use them hour after hour, day after day, without worry of them drying up on you, or being unable to arouse themselves appropriately. That's the one thing we're really good at here in Farafangana - training to perfection a good brothel slave. A slave that attracts the customers, pleases the customers no matter what they might want, and a slave that holds up to heavy brothel use year after year. Any slave trained here in Farafangana - and these Arab slaves here are no exception - expect to be used frequently and heavily for as long as their bodies are attractive. After that, they expect no better a life than the manual laborers you can buy so cheaply in a place like Antananarivo where you first visited. Brothel slaves trained here view their duties as a privilege to please others with their bodies. They're well aware that anything less than full effort on their part and they'll soon be in the mines or salt pits being worked to an early death. They're very grateful to be bought by a master who will use them fully as the whore they are truly fated to be."

The Sheik reached down and hefted the balls of the first slaveboy in the line. He never flinched as the Sheik fondled him but instead thrust his organs even further into the Sheik's hand as a sign of his complete submission to the inspection. His organ swelled even bigger and begin dripping precum in his excitement.

"Nicely equipped," the Sheik commented as he then reached up to the slave's chest and tweaked the nipples until they too were fully erect and swollen. Again, the slave under inspection never flinched. "Bend over so I can check your ass out, slave," the Sheik said quietly. Instantly, the slave turned around, spread his legs far apart, and bent over to fully expose his quivering ass hole to the potential buyer. As the Sheik inserted first one finger and then two up the slave's chute to their full length, he noted the slave's willing acceptance of this intrusion and the tightening of the slave's ass muscles around the fingers once they were fully inserted to induce a pumping motion on the fingers.

"The boy is well trained," the Sheik commented. "Are all brothel slaves here in Farafangana so well trained?"

"Yes sir, it's our speciality here," the dealer said with considerable pride.

"Do you mind if my body slave fucks him so I can study his reactions to a good solid fucking with a dick that has split some boys in half?" the Sheik asked jocularly.

"By all means. I'd certainly enjoy seeking your body slave in action. He's about as attractive a slave as I've ever seen. And his equipment is..... well... enviable," the dealer chuckled. "I'm sure being fucked by that thing is memorable."

"We'll soon see," the Sheik replied as he quickly removed his leash from the slave's genital ring. With that he indicated with a mere finger movement that his Croatian slave was to fuck this prospective purchase until he was told to stop. The Croatian slave knew without being told he was to fuck this slave vigorously, thrusting his full length into the slave, and to prevent himself from orgasming in the process. Without hesitation, he quickly moved to the slave's asshole, inserted his huge erect organ slowly but firmly all the way up the boy's chute, and then began pumping vigorously as the slaveboy beneath him moaned from the massive assault, but made sure he kept his ass in perfect position for the fucking. The pain of entry was overwhelming and the slave thought at first he might pass out, but then he acclimated to even this large a stretching and began to enjoy the steady stimulation of his prostate. His moans of pain turned to moans of ecstasy and his throbbing prick begin steadily dripping precum on the floor beneath him.

As the fucking continued, the other slaves maintained their erect display position but could not prevent their pricks from throbbing and waving in their arousal from the scene being played out in front of them. The sight of the ultra handsome Croatian slave fucking one of their colleagues with his gigantic tool was so erotic they, to a man, wished it was them getting fucked by this god-like body.

After studying the slave getting fucked for a while, the Sheik asked "How are your slaves' sucking skills?"

"See for yourself, sir," the dealer said. "They've been schooled in the art right here in Farafargana. There should be none better at sucking."

The Sheik motioned for the next slave in line to drop to his knees in front of him. The slave knew what was wanted without further instructions and carefully lifted the Sheik's robes, gently guided the master's organ to his lips, and proceeded to swallow its entire length in one quick swallow. As the Sheik's organ swelled from the oral stimulation, the slave gently massaged the shaft with his throat muscles while suctioning the shaft as he moved his lips gently up and down the full length of the shaft, lubricating it with a rich supply of saliva. As the Sheik felt an orgasm approaching, it was sensed by the slave on his knees in front of him, who promptly swallowed the entire organ, wrung his throat muscles tightly around the intruding shaft, and sucked fiercely until he felt the familiar flow of semen trickling down his throat into his stomach. He suctioned until the last drop had been extracted, quickly cleansed his user's tool before reinserting it back under the master's robes, and then bowed his head as he humbly thanked the master for using him.

"Are all Farafargana-trained slaves this good?" the Sheik asked.

"Yes, or we sell them off to the mines," the dealer said matter-of-factly. "But I always think Arab slaves are just a little better - they've generally got a very positive attitude about pleasuring another man and, of course, I think Arabs are better looking to start with," he laughed.

"It's hard to choose, but I think I'll take the slave that just sucked me off if he takes a fuck as well as that boy being fucked right now. Slave," he directed the Croatian still vigorously pumping into the Arab slave's asshole, "move to this one and fuck him as hard as you can. I want to see how it takes it."

"Yes, master," the Croatian said as he quickly withdrew his huge organ from the quivering asshole of the first Arab slave and just as quickly moved over and inserted it in the asshole of the second Arab slave, who swiftly moved into the proper position to be fucked.

"Oh...Oh.." moaned the newly fucked slave as the gargantuan tool began working its way up his chute. "Ugh," he moaned again as he closed his eyes, feeling intense pain and sure he was going to split in half. But he never changed his position from total submission to the fucking and, like the first slave placed in these circumstances, slowly began to feel the pleasure of the intense prostrate stimulation as the organ was driven deeper and deeper into him. The mixture of pain and pleasure soon had him moaning in a sexual frenzy and he churned his hips invitingly around the huge shaft to better accommodate the invasion. Soon he too was dripping copious amounts of precum on the floor from his fully erect penis and swollen balls.

"That's enough, slave," the Sheik instructed the Croatian slave. "I want you fresh and ready for your duties tonight at the hotel."

"Yes, master," the Croatian slave replied, his frustration at not being allowed to orgasm evident in his quivering voice. He quickly withdrew the organ from the exhausted slave beneath him and concentrated all his energies on not spilling his seed as his master had commanded.

"A beautifully trained slave," the dealer commented as he admired the sweating Croatian, still struggling to control erupting. "I'm not surprised slaves of that quality cost so much, but they are certainly well worth it if one has that kind of money," the dealer replied admiringly. Fararagana slaves never cost anything like that, even with the level of training they receive."

"It's that training I'm most interested in," the Sheik said as he reached for the Croatian balls and once again attached his leash to the tight genital band on his slave. "If you don't mind, Mr. Kadir, I'll like you to take me to see some sources of the types of slaves you will be purchasing for me - I would suggest we start with a dealer in mulatto and quadroon slaves and then I'll like to see a dealer specializing in American slaves. While we're visiting, perhaps you can tell me all about the training brothel slaves receive here in Fararagana. I need to understand their training here before I can perfect the product once it's in Oman."

"It would be my pleasure, Sheik, if you will just allow me to lock my stock up and close the shop while we're gone."

The Sheik nodded his approval and the dealer quickly ordered the Arab slaves back into the straw-strewn cage where they went without protest. The one selected for sale was obviously elated and could barely contain his excitement, while the others tried to hide their disappointment that they had to wait for another buyer before the opportunity to leave this cage permanently would be possible. The Arab slave that had been fucked so vigorously but then not selected was rubbing his sore stretched ass as he marched into the cage, blaming himself for his inability to sell himself to the obviously very wealthy merchant who had ordered his beautiful bodyslave to fuck him. After the cage was securely locked, the dealer put a small sign on the outside door announcing he would be temporarily absent but listing his cell phone number in case of serious inquiries. That done, he walked the Sheik and his leashed bodyslave to a dealer located about two blocks away - a dealer specializing in mulatto and other mixed breed slaves.

"The training here for brothel slaves has been perfected over many generations," Mr. Kadir said with considerable pride. It's a multi-stage process. First, the slave is told that due to his good looks and sizeable organs, he is most fortunate in being selected for sexual service. For those slaves from a religious background, it is suggested that this is the will of God - otherwise he would have made them ugly and unattractive. God has blessed them and offered them an easy life as a slave is the theme. To demonstrate this, the slaves so selected are then sent to the nearby ruby mines where they spend a good week under near starvation rations, constant beatings from the overseers to urge them on in the near impossible work demands during the 18 hour work day, and no escape from the terrible heat and darkness present in the mines. There they get to see the regular slaves assigned there: filthy dirty, hair matted into clumps, half starved, usually blind by now, and frantic from the constant pain of the whips and their own sexual drives which are never allowed to be relieved. The guards and overseers are encouraged to use them sexually whenever they desire, so they are frequently raped and forced to suck off their supervisors - in fact, in most mines, that's usually the only way a slave get's fed - after offering their body for use to anyone wanting it. The slaves are covered with whip weals after their stay in the mines, but the whips don't tear their hides so they are completely recovered by the time their training is complete and they're put up for sale.

"Their stay in the mines convinces most slaves how fortunate they are to be chosen to be brothel slaves and they realize having their bodies used sexually is simply a matter of degree - all slaves are used sexually by someone in authority, whether it be their owner, their steward, their overseer, their supervisors, or paying customers - they soon realize it really doesn't make much difference. They understand being fucked and sucking others off is part and parcel of any slave's life - the only difference is who is doing the fucking.

"The next stage is to insert a special electronic collar tightly around their neck which has wireless shock capabilities and a large electronic shock dildo well up their asshole which has a lock which expands the dildo inside the slave so it can in no way be expelled without a key, also wireless with the antenna the only thing you see sticking out of their hole. The dildo stretches their hole nicely to prepare them for heavy usage, but more importantly, a mild shock delivered is extremely painful; a stronger shock is painful and also causes a huge eruption of their cum. Hence the trainer can literally "empty" a slave's balls electronically if he so desires by pressing the button and causing eruption after eruption until the poor slave is completely drained dry. The neck collar also is designed to deliver instant pain. Sheik Amani, when the slave is fitted with these two devices, he is absolutely and totally controlled by his trainer. We aren't merciful in training - it doesn't pay off - the shock collars usually leave the slave's neck covered with skin burns, although that heals in a few weeks after that collar is removed, and it's not uncommon to see the smoke of burning tissue coming out of a slave's ass when he's being trained with the electronic dildo. Again, the burnt tissue eventually heals and only toughens the slave's anal chute for heavy usage in the future.

"After three or four weeks of heavy training with the electronic devices, most trainees are so pain-sensitive they are frantic with fear of impending shocks and quickly learn to anticipate commands to avoid the severe punishments. Usually within a week, you have a slave who will do anything to avoid the shocks. Within two weeks, you have slaves begging to be sexually used to avoid the shocks. Within three weeks, you have slaves who view themselves as nothing but whores whose sole function in life is to sexually please others.

"Along with this, all food and water intake is contingent on correct attitude and behavior in a brothel situation. Any resistance to even the ugliest of users, any hesitancy to perform as requested, no matter how repulsive, any attitude other than complete and sincere eagerness to bring pleasure to their user - all leads to a day without food or water, shocks up the ass so severe the slave cramps completely over in agonizing pain before passing out, the smell of his own skin burning from a sizzling neck collar. A few - very few - go mad and are sent to the mines permanently. There, it doesn't matter whether a slave's mind works or not - the whip controls everything. But the vast majority quickly adjust to the reality of their situation and within a month at the most, now think of themselves as nothing but a piece of property whose sole purpose in their lifetime is to bring the upmost pleasure to whoever uses them. They accept their fate and revel in their good fortune of being a whore! Once they reach that state, we remove the electronic gadgets and replace them with the conventional slave collars and dildos and concentrate on teaching them to present themselves well to potential customers, keeping their bodies spotlessly clean and odor-free, working on their musculature and physique to be maximally attractive to customers, learning to body shave and douche themselves as appropriate, and learning how to display their bodies to best show off their assets to potential customers. For these simple behaviors, the electric prod is sufficient to insure high interest and full motivation.

"Lastly, we prepare the brothel slave for sale. His hair and, in some cases, beard, is cut and groomed for maximum attractiveness, his smooth shaved skin is oiled and polished, his teeth are thoroughly brushed, his ass chute is well lubricated, and he is fitted with any rings or bands that might enhance his appeal in the view of that particular dealer. Of course, brothel slaves are seldom, if ever, allowed to discharge, so they are usually erect and dripping from need which only adds to their appeal."

"How often are they fucked during the training period?" the Sheik asked.

Mr. Kadir laughed. "It's almost continual when the dildos out of them. I'd say 20 to 30 times each and every day. It not only toughens the anal chute for heavy usage but acclimates the slave to new expectations of how his body will be used once he's sold. As the training progresses, we have their trainers fuck each of them repeatedly, with the goal of learning how to use their ass muscles to contract and massage the shaft stuck up their ass as a matter of course. Failure to use their ass muscles to enhance their user's pleasure leads to electric shocks that are unendurable over any period of time. The slaves learn the new skills quickly as a result. Our trainers are a marvel - they can fuck slaves all day with having a debilitating orgasm if they so choose. Trainers here in Fararagana pride themselves on their professionalism. "

"And the sucking skills?" the Sheik inquired.

"We start with normal sized dildos and, once they have overcome their gag reflex, keep increasing the size until they can easily swallow even the largest ones and still manage to keep suctioning. After that, we have them suck each other off. It's during this stage they learn to use their throat muscles to massage their user's shaft. This is also where they learn to control their own eruptions. Any mistake and they go three days without food and a series of extremely painful electric shocks. The slaves quickly learn, one way or another, ways to keep themselves under control, no matter how hard they're being sucked and throat massaged by one of their colleagues. Toward the end of their training, we let some customers use them so they get use to the varied taste of cum and to experience it's warmth sliding down their throats. Usually, they are so hungry by then they welcome having anything to eat and digest - even the sour-tasting cum of an 80-year- old man.

"From there we go into advanced training such as getting used to the feel of cum dripping down your legs after being fucked repeatedly, being sprayed with cum from an excited user who doesn't want his cum swallowed, pleasing women customers both in fucking and oral stimulation (including getting used to the taste of a woman's vaginal fluids), getting fucked by animals, and learning how to tolerate the S/M customers who like to beat and torture them to some extent. We then train them in stud duties in that females are always interested in that along with some of our male customers who enjoy playing the part of a slave sometimes. And, of course, some of our slaves are sold as "milkers" for customers who enjoy drinking cum regularly as a youth tonic, a refreshing cocktail, or as a savory sauce on their food.."

"Have your Arab slaves received this advanced training?" the Sheik asked.

"Of course. All brothel slaves here in Farafangana are fully trained. That boy you just bought can be put out as a stud for a woman owner, milked four or five times a day to provide a steady output of fresh cum, or thank you for letting your dog fuck him for your amusement as well as "get into" a good whipping while chained to a bedroom wall among other things. We feel a slave trained to experience it all is never chagrined by the demands of a new owner, no matter what those demands might be. A well prepared brothel slave is a happy brothel slave we always say."

"Any trouble in getting the slaves to accept these advanced training assignments?" the Sheik probed.

"No," was the quick answer. "By the time a slave reaches that stage, he so accepts his slavehood that he never thinks to question anything he is asked to do. He knows by then control of his life is in the hands of his owners - certainly not him," Mr. Kadir laughed.

"I'm impressed. No wonder Farafangana has built up a good solid reputation in this area," the Sheik stated.

By then, they had arrived at the dealer specializing in mixed breed slaves. Mr. Kadir led the Sheik immediately back to the display pens holding the considerable mulatto and quadroon stock available for immediate sale, all strikingly handsome, prodigiously equipped, and with an eager, anticipatory look on their faces as they spotted a potential buyer.

Immediately, the dealer arrived and embraced his good friend Mr. Kadir. After introductions, a dozen mulattos and quadroons were brought outside their cages whereupon they automatically positioned their bodies for optimal display - legs wide apart, pelvises thrust forward, hands in back of their neck and with all muscles tensed. They were an attractive lot without exception and varied in skin color from a rich brown to a yellowish tan to almost white. About half had blue or green eyes.

"Where do you get stock like this?" the Sheik asked as he hefted the ballsac of one of the offerings and began churning it in his hand.

"Mainly American, Sheik. The U.S. is a breeding ground of miscegenation. When you only choose the pick of the litter, as I do, you can come up with some good looking specimens, although, because of their background, it takes a week or so extra to break them to their new life."

"Yes, Americans tend to be that way when first enslaved. But introduce a little pain and they adjust to the realities of their situation quicker than most - they've had so little hardship in their spoiled lives, the shock of slavery has a profound and lasting effect."

"Exactly, Sheik," the dealer said with a quickened respect. "Although fear-crazed at first when they experience a little pain, they end up being totally submissive slaves eager to please. These slaves here are no exception. You'll be pleased with their performance."

"This young quadroon is certainly responding readily enough," the Sheik laughed as the slave quickly sported a huge erection and begin dripping precum from his handling. "I take it he's fully trained if he's up for sale."

"Completely trained," the dealer said with some satisfaction. "He can be used by as many customers as you can find each and every day; he will do anything they ask no matter how absurd, and he's got a great eagerness to please, no matter how ugly or old the customer might be. Put into a well-run brothel, he should last a good 15 to 20 years before his body begins to lose its appeal. Are you fond of these boys with some Negro blood in them?"

"Yes. I find them to have the fresh appealing good looks of the Nordic types, but with the stamina and sexual drive of the blacks. Makes them perfect for use as male whores."

"I couldn't agree with you more, Sheik," the dealer responded enthusiastically. "That's why I love training and then selling these mulattos. Of course, some other mixed-bloods make mighty fine brothel slaves too - especially some Asian/Black blends and some Polynesian blood mixed in with Latinos - those two mixtures seem to be perpetually horny no matter how much you use them."

"I'll remember that," the Sheik said as he motioned for the quadroon he was stroking to turn around, bend over and expose his asshole for examination. Do you have a dildo I could use?" he asked.

"Of course," the dealer replied and quickly withdrew a 12x4 dildo off of a nearby wall.

The dildo was jammed in full length in one stroke. The quadroon gasped but maintained position as the Sheik began pumping the gigantic shaft in and out of his hole. His relative ease in handling the dildo fucking despite some low moans clearly indicated he was well trained as well as fully lubricated. The Sheik noticed the dildo insertion only added to his erection and the precum was now dripping copiously onto the floor beneath him.

"I'll like to see this mulatto here suck off my body slave while I continue pumping this slave's ass with the dildo if that's alright with you," the Sheik addressed the dealer, pointing to a nearby very muscular medium brown slave with sparkling green eyes.

"Of course," the dealer indicated with this whip handle for the selected slave to kneel in front of the Croatian slave and orally service him.

Instantly, the mulatto fell to his knees, crawled across the floor to the Croatian's erect organ and immediately swallowed the slave's shaft to its root. The Sheik studied the mulatto's throat muscles working their way around his Croatian slave's huge shaft and admired the drawn-in cheeks of the mulatto indicating strong suctioning as he eagerly sought to fulfill his instructions. The slave ran his fingers around the Croatian's genital ring and gently pulled on the leash attached to that ring to further stimulate the slave being suckled.

"Master," the Croatian gasped as he clutched the head of the slave beneath him and buried the mulatto's head in his groin,

He gasped again. "Master, I'm not sure I can hold it much longer, master."

"Don't you shoot, boy. I'm planning to use you tonight. Now don't embarrass me again with show these fine people here in Farafangana how well you've been trained."

"Yes, master," the Croatian said, a desperate look in his eye as he looked down at the bobbing head beneath him. Soon the Croatian was covered in sweat from head to foot, his lips were clenched tightly, and his eyes were drawn shut as every nerve in his body fought to control his body.

"Are all your slaves trained the Farafangana way?" the Sheik asked the dealer. "With the wireless remote controlled shock collars and the embedded dildo shockers?"

"Ah, you know something of our techniques," the dealer said with renewed respect. ''

"Yes, Mr. Kadir was good enough to brief me on your successful training methods," the Sheik explained. "I was most impressed."

"So many potential buyers only care about the end result and sort of take for granted getting the slave to that point. It's an art, as you seem to appreciate, Sheik," the dealer said with obvious admiration.

"Yes, this two slaves in action here are certainly works of art," the Sheik agreed. "I'm sure they will have a long and fulfilling life in any brothel they're placed. And think of all the pleasure they'll bring to their thousands of users over the years."

"Mr. Kadir. Be sure to fill my order for mulattos with these two boys in action here - the quadroon and the mulatto. I know a perfect home for them once they're trained to guarantee standards."

He jerked on his Croatian slave's leash, dragging the suckling mouth from the huge organ.

"Your struggle to keep from shooting off was successful, I see," the Sheik complimented his slave dripping with sweat and breathing heavily as he struggled to regain his composure.

The slave sucking him remained on his knees with his head now bowed while the Sheik withdrew the giant dildo from the quadroon slave.

"I've going to have Mr. Kadir here buy you two for me acting as my agent. You'll soon be shipped to Oman for further training and then resale to a fine brothel in the United States where you'll be put to heavy use if all goes well. Eventually you'll be back where you came from - but this time with a purpose, slaves."

"Thank you, thank you, master," both slaves said at once as tears of relief and joy spilt down their smooth cheeks. "You won't regret buying me," the quadroon boosted while the mulatto just kept repeating his thanks at being purchased.

"There better be no regrets, slave, or you'll end up being fed to the pigs," the Sheik shot back at the audacious quadroon. "That brothel I'm going to sell you to is noted for working their slaves long and hard."

"Yes, master," the quadroon said meekly, realizing he had already said too much for being just a slave.

"So happy I had some stock of interest to you, Sheik," the dealer sounded genuinely pleased. "If Mr. Kadir is to be your agent, perhaps we can deal again in the future."

"I'm sure we will," the Sheik replied, "if this stock works out satisfactorily over the long haul."

"Have no fears, Sheik," the dealer laughed. "Satisfaction is what good training is all about."

With that, Mr. Kadir and the Sheik left for the next establishment, the Croatian body slave following on his leash.

"Do you still want to visit the dealer specializing in American slaves, Sheik? I ask only in that the two mixed-bloods you just bought were both American."

"Yes, but I want to inspect American slaves of European or Latino origins and a few American blacks. They're always interesting to look at."

The dealer we're headed for will have plenty of those in stock," Mr. Kadir stated as he quickly led the trio into the door of a much larger shop bristling with high-tech displays.

The outer lobby featured holograms of all available stock so buyers could study the slave's body three-dimensionally from all angles without having to actually handle the stock. Computer databases were available everywhere outlining each slave's origin, age, bodily dimensions, time in slavery, basic slave training, length of specialized brothel training there in Fararafagana, medical reports, shots administered, and suggested sales price. Even the names of all the slave's trainers, reports on the slave's quantity and quality of cum production, number of times the slave could be milked to a full orgasm within a 24-hour-period, and unusual abilities were all listed.

"May I help you, master?" a beautiful naked young slave asked humbly with his eyes lowered.

"Yes, I'll like to talk to your owner," the Sheik shot back.

The slave blanched pure white, thinking he had done something wrong, but hurried to get his owner. He quickly returned, dropping to the knees as the dealer approached.

"How can I be of service?" the dealer politely inquired. "Has this worthless slave shown a lack of respect for his betters?" he growled as he brutally kicked the slave kneeling beside him who grimaced from the pain but automatically accepted it as an everyday part of his life as a slave.

"No. I'm Sheik Amani from Oman - owner of Delta Enterprises there - a large wholesaler and trainer of slave stock. I was interested in how you came to specialize in American stock and any special problems you have encountered in that area. I too deal in American slaves and have a few stories to share," he laughed gently.

"Ah! A fellow sufferer!" the dealer laughed. "We can talk as I take you back to the holding pens so you can share your expertise about some of my stock. That's a splendid slave you've got on your leash there, but I can tell he's not American," the dealer commented.

"How can you tell?" the Sheik sounded amused.

"He's got no interest in the slaves here. An American slave would be all eyes and ears once they sniff out like kind."

"You're right on both counts," the Sheik laughed. "He's Croatian and American slaves do get all noisy and horny when placed around other American slaves. They're like dogs - sniffing each other's ass holes to make sure they're American before they start dripping all over the place and humping the air."

"Precisely, Sheik," the dealer responded graciously, taking an instant like to his fellow dealer in human flesh.

They went through a door leading to a long hall lined with tiny individual cages, each with an available slave purchase cramped into the tiny cell.

"Have to keep them separated or they're always fucking each other," the dealer explained. "And I have to keep their hands bound behind their backs or they're always playing with themselves. Always horny and eager, these American boys," he laughed.

The Sheik languidly strolled down the long hallway looking at the hundreds of available slaves. All were young, well-built, heavy hung, and in various states of body hair - some completely body shaved, some ruggedly hairy. Many were blonds, red-heads, and light brunettes while others were jet black all over. The light-skinned slaves tended to have blue, green or gray eyes, but few of the blacks did. All had been genitally banded so their large equipment protruded outward for full display and all were fitted with tall, tight fitting slave collars that prevented them from lowering their heads in any way so their handsome facial features could be appreciated by potential buyers. Each slave pressed his body against the bars of his cage so that his organs were fully exposed for potential handling and, as the Sheik passed slowly by, each humbly, so softly it was almost inaudibe, begged him to buy them. Most of their shafts were fully erect and dripping in that they sensed an opportunity to be bought was present and they wanted to display what they had to offer to its best advantage. When the Sheik didn't reach out to feel their penises, they often quickly turned around, bent over, and exposed their asshole for inspection.

"They seem to know what a buyer is looking for in brothel slaves," the Sheik commented.

"Yes, American slaves, once they accept their slavery, take to it with a competitive spirit and eagerness that seems to be born in them. It's like they want to be the first to be sold, bring the highest price on the block, or be fucked more than any other boy in the brothel. Everything is turned into competition one way or another. They always want to be "Number One" even if it's nothing more than being a whore in a brothel The other thing different about American slaves is their horniness. I suppose it's part of their culture - all that advertising and TV and dirty movies has had its effect - but they seem to want to prove themselves continually by fucking and sucking anything that moves until they drop."

"My experience has been that training them to taking a good fucking is the problem initially," the Sheik commented. "American men don't like to be fucked by other men too much when I first get them. It takes a lot of training before they offer their asses up for usage with some gusto."

"Right," the dealer agreed. "That's why I fit new stock with a big dildo the minute I buy them and seldom take it out during the first month or so. Get's them use to having something nice and big up their butt. But I also have them fucked five or six times a day by some huge slave studs I keep back in the training rooms just for that purpose. At first, we have to chain the American slaves in position to receive their thorough fuckings, but after a few weeks, they're so used it they just get on the fucking tables and spread their legs until their hole is fully exposed just by looking at them. When we train them to suck, we withdraw all food and water. The only way they can alleviate their hunger is through swallowing a good dose of cum they've sucked out of one of my trainers and their only water intake is the trainer's piss down their throat. Takes about a week, but, after that, they seem to accept their mouth is just another object of potential pleasure for others and adjust their behavior accordingly. One thing I'll say positive about American slaves - they do learn quickly - especially if you always pair it up with some strong pain. They're pain sissies, if you ask me. Of course, that helps us immeasurably in our training efforts here."

The Sheik stopped and fondled an American blond with a smooth hairless body and an unusually long, thick prick.

"Would you like to fuck him, Sheik? Or perhaps some service with his well-trained mouth?"

"I've have my body slave put him through the paces," the Sheik announced, pulling on the Croatian's leash until he was in front of the cage.

"Slaveboy," he addressed the caged animal, "get down on your knees and suck my slave off," the Sheik commanded.

"Yes, master," the American slave responded humbly as he sunk to his knees and extended his face as far as it would reach between the bars of his cage as he sucked in the Croatian slave's huge organ to its very root. He worked hard at his task, working his throat muscles around the engorged penis and sliding his tongue rapidly up and down the huge intrusion. Saliva spilt out of his lips as he ran his lips up and down the shaft rammed down his throat. Within a minute, the Croatian was once again sweating and moaning as he struggled to keep from shooting down the slave's throat.

"Enough of that," the Sheik barked. "Now, slave, turn around, bend over and get your asshole up where my slave can fuck you through the bars of your cage."

"Yes, master," the slave said as he quickly met the required position, his asshole quivering in readiness as it was stretched between two bars of the cage.

The Croatian slave didn't need to be told what to do. He immediately plunged his organ all the way up the boy's chute and began pounding the boy's ass. The slave being fucked never broke position, but grabbed his knees for support, remembering to press his ass against the bars to allow full insertion. He moaned softly as the pumping increased in intensity and frequency.

"The American boy likes to be fucked," the Sheik commented as he pointed to the slave's pulsating penis dripping steady amounts of precum.

"Every slave here has learned to appreciate the pleasures a good fucking can bring to their own bodies," the dealer replied. "American slaves always seem so surprised when they discover that. They're so naive in so many ways," he sighed.

The Sheik tugged on the Croatian slave's leash pulling him out of the American slave's hole.

"Enough of that, slave," he ordered the Croatian, who promptly moved to his usual position behind his master, while the slave being fucked whimpered in need.

"Mr. Kadir, make sure this boy here whimpering in need is one of the American slaves I buy," the Sheik announced. "He seems frisky enough and is obviously well trained at this point."

The American slave quickly turned around and faced his new owner as tears of gratitude ran down his cheeks. "Thank you, master, thank you," was all he could say, overcome with his success in attracting a buyer.

Further down the line, the Sheik had the Croatian body slave fuck a well-built black boy who, after demonstrating his skills in taking a good fucking, was milked by the Croatian slave so the Sheik could study the amount, taste, and smell of his semen. The black was quick to shoot off in the collection cup with the body slave's expert manipulations and, before he was finished with the black, had collected a full cup's worth of hot, steaming cum that was thick, fresh tasting with a hint of saltiness, and creamy smooth in texture. The Sheik knew he could easily sell the black slave as a good milker if nothing else, but he would bring even a higher price in the brothel market. Most brothel owners, like himself, viewed black slaves as indefatigable sexually and American blacks were especially desirable in that, no matter how long their training, they always gave you the impression they resented being used, a real turn-on for many users who enjoyed the feeling of power they got from brutally fucking them repeatedly. American blacks seemed to be hopelessly hetereosexual no matter how much training they got, although, of course, as slaves they knew they had no choice in how their bodies might be used and accepted their use by males as part and parcel of their slavery over which they had no control and hence no responsibility. Still, the resentment at being fucked lingered, however subtly.

"Buy this one up too," the Sheik instructed Mr. Kadir.

Turning to the dealer, the Sheik said, "Pleasure to do business here and I hope you supply Mr. Kadir with the best of your stock in the future. Let me compliment you on the quality of your stock holdings here. They seem docile to their fate and skilled in carrying it out. My congratulations."

"You're overly kind," the dealer said. "I look forward to supplying your future needs through Mr. Kadir, a long-time friend. I understand you want only the finest I have - premium quality on all counts - is that correct?"

"Yes. Absolute premium stock is all I'm interested in," the Sheik replied as he again tugged on his bodyslave's genital leash and left the establishment.

"Thank you so much for all your help, Mr. Kadir. I'm going to retire now to my hotel in preparation for my flight to Morondava tomorrow to study the training of athletes and other entertainment slaves."

That night, the Croatian slave got a real workout as he fucked the American slave provided by the hotel, had the Ethiopian hotel slave suck him off, and fucked the Greek slave after his master had finished fucking the Greek himself. As the Ethiopian fucked the American slave for the Sheik's amusement, he fucked his personal bodyslave while the Greek slave sucked the Croatian's huge shaft so for a while he was fucking the Greek's mouth while he was being fucked by his master. Mercifully, his master let him shoot off in the Greek's mouth as a special treat for his good work that day. Exhausted, the slaves (Greek, Ethiopian, American, and Croatian) all fell sound asleep on the floor of the hotel room - the American and Ethiopian slaves slept semi-upright since their restraining chains would not allow them to fully recline, but the Greek and Croatian had the luxury of lying down full-length, a privilege they appreciated.

The Sheik, of course, stretched out fully on the luxurious bed. Tomorrow, he would be studying how athletes and other entertainment slaves were trained here in this land which specialized in slave training. As he sunk into deep sleep, he reflected how the trip to Madagascar, to date, was proving to be most interesting as well as profitable. I

VISIT TO MADAGASCAR: MORONDAVA AND THE ATHLETE/ENTERTAINMENT SLAVES

There were no commercial flights between Farafangana and Morondava so the Sheik had arranged for a small private plane to be chartered for the one hour flight. The pilot held nothing back, and once he caught sight of the exquisite naked Croatian body slave, he immediately asked the slave's owner is he could have use of the slave that night in Morondava in lieu of his usual charter fee.

"Sounds fair enough," the Sheik announced with a grin at he looked the young, handsome pilot over. "But I need him in my quarters for his valet duties and unpacking. However, "the Sheik paused, "there's no reason you can't be my guest tonight at the hotel and use the slave in my quarters. That way, we can both use him if we want," he smiled. "I have booked a suite at the hotel so there should be plenty of room for you to stay with us overnight."

"You're most gracious, sir. It's not often I have access to such a handsome slave," the pilot responded. "Perhaps my usage of the slave will be entertaining to you, and," he paused suggestively, "perhaps you would care to join us in our frivolities. After all, he is your slave and I'm sure you're used to using him at least several times each night. I won't want to interfere with your regular usage and I don't mind saying I find you very attractive, sir, if you don't mind my saying to. I've always been attracted to older men."

"Well," the Sheik chuckled. "No one can accuse you of being shy," he responded without committing himself but was already beginning to like the pilot - not only for his good looks but for his direct and forthright manner. "I'm sure the evening will prove entertaining for both of us"

"Your body slave can be transported back here," the good looking pilot said as he unlocked a luggage compartment door in the side of the plane holding a four or five 4x4x4 steel aluminum cages and indicated the slave should crawl into one. "All the planes in this country are equipped with slave cages in the luggage compartments in that slave transport is a good part of our business. We usually shackle slaves' wrists to their neck collar for the flights. The same for your slave, sir?" the pilot asked.

"Yes, I want him fresh for our usage tonight. That way, there's no way he can play with himself," the Sheik replied.

The pilot quickly shackled the body slave as directed and, with a small whip, produced from his rear pocket, indicated that the slave should scramble into the tiny cage which he did quickly enough, hunching himself down into one of the few positions where he could ride comfortably - on his rump with this shoulders hunched over to clear the top of the cage. With that accomplished, the luggage compartment door was locked shut and the Sheik and the pilot climbed into the cockpit and the plane quickly was started up and took off without hesitation. As the plane took off, the Sheik began questioning the pilot about the training methods utilized in Morondava.

"Well, sir," the pilot began, "my father recently bought an entertainment slave right out of training. Before he bought him, he arranged a visit to the training facility the dealer uses for preparing entertainment slaves for their future life. My father decided to take me on his visit so I could learn something about slave management - he's always hoping I'd amount to something someday and be able to afford a slave of my own," the pilot chuckled. "I was tickled to death in that I'd never really been inside a training facility and I didn't have the vaguest idea of how these types of slaves were trained." He smiled and then looked embarrassed. " I had thought up until then that you just got a good whip and eventually the slave came around if you used the whip heavily enough. There's a lot more to it that just whipping them into shape. I was so naive. My father must have known it or he wouldn't have arranged for me to go with him. The trip was eye- opening and I began to realize all the preparation a good entertainment slave has to go through to prove satisfactory. There's quite an investment of time and energy up front - long before the slave is put up for auction."

"I'm not surprised," the Sheik said. "I've already visited a pony slave training farm as well as a pleasure slave preparation school. Both involved a lot of clever thinking and time-tested methods."

"Then you won't be surprised at what I'll tell you about training the entertainment slaves," the pilot said as he started the engine and began the ascent.

"The slaves first see the training facility through the bars of the cage wagons they are shipped in, pulled, I might add, by slave horses so they can appreciate the uses slaves are put to. They can't help but be impressed by the heaving, sweating slaves pulling the heavy cage wagons, the driver's whips raining down on the draft slaves' scarred backs and rumps to maintain the pace as the "horses" groan from this all too familiar source of pain.

"When all the cage wagons had entered the facility, huge doors swung shut behind them and closed with clamorous finality. That sound, and the chill which accompanied their passage from sunlight to the interior of the dark facility, made the slaves shiver with apprehension. During the initial phases of their slavery, for those not born into it, they had probably thought about escape and freedom. They would have no idea of the realities of a slave's life. The fact that they found themselves in a facility totally devoted to the training and eventual sales of slaves, filled with thousands of naked, collared slaves all completely bent to the will of their trainers, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, had no doubt dashed all hopes of escape, let alone freedom..

"Confused, depressed and scared though they were, all the slaves stirred themselves to marvel at the impressive facility.. As the cage wagons went deeper and deeper into the vast compound, the only sound was the padding of the horse slave's feet on the hard surface, the snapping of the handlers' multi-bladed whips over the draft slave's backs and rumps, the continual wheezing of the exhausted slaves pulling us, and the creak of the cagewagon's wheels. The place was unbelievably vast - but seemingly empty. There was no sign of life, not a guard in evidence - other than those who accompanied this batch of new slaves. And on and on, into the very heart of the huge compound, they proceeded. The sheer size of the place must have held them in utter awe of this new place and the dealer who now owned them, at least until they could be resold again once they were fully trained.. I know I was impressed and I didn't have a collar around my neck!

"At last the train of cage wagons came to a halt and, as they did so, a group of slaves suddenly emerged from a smaller hall to the side. What a sight they made! Unusually tall and well formed, this was not what struck you most forcefully, Nature had already singled these naked slaves out as exceptional specimens of physical beauty but nature had nothing to do with what made them so distinctive. Each of them was hairless but for eyebrows and eyelashes; otherwise their bodies were wholly glabrous as were their heads. The smooth pates gleamed in the bright lights provided in this area.. But other features caught the light and sparkled like so many jewels. Around each man's neck a metal collar had been permanently welded; at his wrists and ankles were similar metal bands, all heavy and seamless. In addition, all of the slaves were elaborately pierced with thick metal rings: both nipples sported 2" rings, the base of each man's cock and his scrotum were tightly banded with another 2" ring, and, most dehumanizing of all, every slave's nose had been fitted with a ring between the nostrils that was large and dangled over the mouth. A further indignity was the compact logo of the dealer burnt into their chests in the valley formed by their pectorals. Whereas most of the naked slaves sported huge erect organs forced into prominent display by the tightly fitted genital rings, there was one slave who had lost his testicles and another was further mutilated by having had both his cock and balls removed. Even the most lethargic of the newly arrived slave trainees looked in horror at what had been done to these slaves greeting them. They no doubt instinctively knew that the they too would be outfitted just like this and they in all probability would soon find themselves displayed just like this for the rest of their life, or, even worse, shorn of their manhood and displayed as symbols of a future master's power. All the slaves staring out through the bars of their cage wagons realized this latter mutilation could never be undone and they could live out the rest of their lives as a eunuch (as they called human geldings) - the most shamed of all slaves - if this happened.

"Not a word was spoken as the gates of the wagons were unlocked and the new slaves were roughly jerked out of their cages. The ringed slaves, one for each of the new arrivals, each leashed a new slave by his collar, turned and went back into the hall they had come from, with a new slave stumbling along behind them as best they could since their muscles were cramped from the long ride and their wrists were still chained to their collars. Still without a word they proceeded to the induction ritual. I remember my father and I were in utter awe at the scene - there were so many slaves!"

"Such a scene would impress anyone," the Sheik commented as the plane gained altitude. "What happened to the new slaves next?"

"Well, their wrists were unchained from their collars, leaving them rubbing chafed wrists; the leather collars around their necks were cut and cast aside. They were bathed - in a huge communal stone trough filled with freezing water and thoroughly scrubbed. The marks of the lash on many of the new slaves' chests and backs were ignored and even those with backs bleeding from open welts were scoured as thoroughly as the rest. Still wet from the bath and shivering from the cold, each were stretched out and slowly, painstakingly, shaved of all body hair as these new slaves wept in shame at this most visible symbol of their new slave status. You could see each man tense as the finely honed blades approached his groin. Were they to be emasculated as two of the slaves who tended them had been? Under the circumstances, it seemed even the removal of all their body hair, including all their pubic hair, came as a relief compared to what was in their handler's power to remove once and for all if so desired.

"Shears were taken to their heads. Each slave watched the sense of indignity and hopelessness in his own face mirrored in that of the first man to be processed - an incredibly handsome blonde as the golden locks and tresses fell to the floor, reducing the blonde mane to a coarse stubble Then the heads were meticulously shaved until not a hair remained. Finally, a foul smelling lotion was applied to every inch of their bodies, being rubbed and smoothed into the skin with almost loving care by their attendants. But my father and I found out later that 'love' was really based in raw fear - if this stage of the operation were not performed perfectly, it would surely be noticed the very next day with the regrowth of hair. Each attending slave knew that a single hair sprouting from their charges would be enough to bring on such punishment that even the most hardened among them would find it unendurable. Although no word was spoken or explanation offered as the attendants worked diligently on the bodies of their charges, the new slaves intuitively knew that this lotion deprived of them body hair for the rest of their lives - it would never grow back, never.

"Next, my father and I watched as they new slaves were moved on to another room containing a huge forge which burned and glowed like a dragon, snorting steam and fire. Metal collars, heavy, dull-edged but chafing, were placed around each slave's neck and welded taut. Thick tight bands were welded around their wrists and ankles. The noise - the fearsome roar of the furnace, the shriek and squeal of metal being formed on the anvil, the hiss of steam as water was thrown over the fetters fixed in place on the slaves - combined with the ghastliness of the sight made the whole room seem like a scene from Hell. You could sense every single new slave felt raw fear as he felt his body being brought step by step into total slavery as more and more humiliations were showered upon him.

"At the next stage of the process, another whole set of attendant slaves appeared with perfect timing, totally nude and collared and ringed exactly like the first team. Little did the new slaves know, like my father and I had been informed, that this induction procedure had been performed so many times that the whole process was streamlined - the attendant slaves knew from experience just how long each stage of the process would take. Now each new slave was held tightly upright by two slaves as they were ringed - quickly, efficiently, and dispassionately. Most of the new slaves screamed in agony as the tender flesh of their tits was pierced and the thick nipple rings inserted and welded closed in a pool of fresh blood. A few vomited as they witnessed the mutilation of their own body, some passed out from the pain, but most just turned white and let out agonizing screams as the probing needles were passed through their sensitive tits.

"Next, the attendants pulled each slave's scrotum out as far as they could with one hand and, one by one, then clasped a wide band around the base of that slave's ball sac and the root of his shaft with the other hand, binding the two together forever. The hot weld burnt some of the sensitive skin surrounding this area and most of the new slaves screamed in agony from the rough handling and the painful burns. But within seconds, the deed was done and the slaves' large genitals now protruded obscenely out in front of their bodies as if they were on display which, of course, they now were. It was obvious from the way the new slaves now held themselves that they instantly felt the chronic friction between the ring and their body parts - a feeling our guide said they would have for days and days until they were fully calloused.

"Then, almost instantly, each new slave's nose was seized and held by a metal vice as a thick needle plunged through, quickly followed by the large ring which in turn was welded closed - expertly and permanently. Water thrown over him washed away the blood streaming down his face and into his mouth from this operation, but not before he swallowed some of his own blood screaming in abject terror at what was being done to his body. Our guide explained these 'ringings' were an important step in quickly learning what "ownership" of a body meant if you were a slave. Strangely, my mind reverted back to the screaming boars I had seen gelded at a neighboring pig farm when I was a child, horses tightly and painfully bitted at a dressage training facility I had gone to when my father was considering buying me a horse as a 10th birthday present, and poodles wearing rhinestone collars with their hair, outrageously styled and dyed orange, being led by leashes down the street behind their proud masters, elephants being goaded by fierce looking prods until they performed to their master's will, and even an old movie I had seen where good looking Roman slaves dressed in revealing but outlandish costumes were offered as lottery prizes by Caligula at the gladiatorial games as they wept in abject shame. I realized at that point that a slave was no more than an animal to be decorated, even modified, to the whims of their owner - no different than a gelded boar, a tightly bitted horse, a collared poodle, or a piece of human livestock owned by some long-ago Roman Emperor. It's like your body slave, sir, crammed in that cage in the luggage compartment. He's really no more than an animal, is he?"

"Of course not," the Sheik seemed amused. "The visit to the training facility did do you the good your father intended. It seemed to make you aware of slaves and their purpose in this world. How naive you must have been," the Sheik said sympathetically. "I hoped you have thanked your father for giving you this 'wake-up' opportunity."

"Many, many times, sir." the pilot's handsome face broke into a radiant smile. "I was truly blessed to have such a caring father."

"Indeed you were," the Sheik confirmed. "What was done to the slaves after the nose rings were installed?"

"Well, one final humiliation awaited them and the new slaves seemed to know what was coming and they feared it the most, even taking into account all that had been done to them up to this point. Branding. No matter where they had come from, a brand was the mark of an abject owned animal. Here, it was obviously the definitive mark of a slave. The slaves must have remembered the frenzied screaming of animals they had seen branded in their youth, of how they had laughed at the writhing of the tortured animals, having no consciousness that they would undergo a similar fate themselves as slaves. Again each was held by two slaves as the brander moved from one to another. The worst aspect of the ritual was the awful wait between brandings as the iron reached that searing intensity that would burn cleanly and neatly. As the iron neared each slave's chest - how it glowed and how big it looked - the slave would invariably close his eyes and grit his teeth. He couldn't help but smell the burning flesh before he actually felt the horrible pain. But, at the time, each slave's body wracked in the unyielding grasp of the handlers, he bucked and wrenched in spasms of agony as his head flew back and a chilling scream torn out from the depths of his being.

"The slaves did vary some in their reaction to the branding. Some screamed an unearthly, inhuman scream as their only response. Others fainted dead away before a sound could come out of them. Others pleaded with the attendant slaves. 'Please, please, sir, masters, please don't do this to me, please don't,' some of them gasped. One of them got a huge erection, which made the brander pause and look at his victim. Up to this point the brander, himself a slave of course, had done all that was expected of him without emotion. His face was a mask that betrayed no feeling. But when he looked at the man held before him, whimpering and whispering 'please, please' over and over in a broken voice, he moved a step towards him - the slave continued begging but his cock became harder. The brander hesitated as if this was something he had never seen before - looking at the others, it was easy to ascertain that usually the cock of a man being branded was shrunk in terror like the rest of his body. But this slave's cock was growing ever larger as his terror increased. But if the brander hesitated any more, the iron would lose its heat and it would have to go back into the fire. With a less than red hot branding iron, this slave's agony would be protracted and, although thoroughly trained in his job, the brander had never sought to prolong the agony indefinitely to a fellow slave. The jabbing cock before his eyes confused him : the man was begging for him not to perform the branding; his cock was sending a different message. His mask of a face softened and he looked at the begging slave with an expression of wondering pity as he planted the brand deep into the slave's pectoral cleavage.

"Well, sir, that slave screamed, but the scream was quite unlike the others. It was the cry of a slave in a terrible dilemma: if he screamed, he was giving in to their control of his body; if he didn't scream, he couldn't stand the pain. Thus, the slave's scream was horrifically bizarre. My father explained the phenomenon to me: the scream was torn from the sexual ecstasy of raw pain, something I had never thought about up until that time. In confirmation of my father's explanation, the slave's thick, bulging cock exploded with huge globs of cum flying high in the air before falling onto the chest and abdomen of the astonished brander. The slave's handler quickly grabbed him by his metal collar and forced him to his knees; his face was pushed into the pool of his own steaming jism where he was ordered to lick it all up; then his tongue was directed to the brander's hard sweaty body where he carefully cleaned all of his thick creamy cum off that man's body. He did all this while weeping, gulping, unashamedly greedy for it - though it was his own seed that he swallowed. It was obvious that he now realized the depths of his own slavery.

"At last the induction was over.The new slaves were marked with all the body rings and the fresh brand of the training house between their pectorals for all the world to see. Even their genitals had been banded to their new owner's specifications for proper display. They were clearly now marked animals - nothing more than property chosen for a specific purpose. As they crawled to the tiny cages that would be the closest each of them would ever have to a home at the facility, each slave no doubt was wondering just what purpose they had been chosen for."

"Quite an instructive visit," the Sheik commented. "I could see where the procedures were useful in introducing the new purchases to a life of slavery. But just what specific purpose where these slaves to be trained for? You've got me as curious as the slaves themselves were after their branding."

"You'll soon find out," the good looking pilot grinned.

"The slaves all whimpered as the pain from their newly installed nose and tit rings, the burns from the welding of their tight collar and genital rings, and the branding racked their bodies, which they now undoubtedly realized were owned wholly by their master. I'm sure they wondered who was this dealer that demanded all of his properties look and feel so utterly owned and so controlled?. After their "processing," all of the new slaves must have realized they looked remarkably similar to the dealer's slaves that had processed them: hairless, branded, ringed, exceptionally beautiful, powerfully built, and all possessing mammoth well-shaped sexual organs. But I'm sure they were relieved that none of them had been castrated, at least to date (like a few of the slaves who had processed them), but all who weren't circumcised were now so efficiently it took only a minute or so before they emerged minus their foreskins and slightly bleeding. All seemed to be singularly attractive, athletic, and, exuded their maleness over and above their notably sized genitals.

"Our guide explained that after 'processing,' ten days went by where these newly acquired slaves were exercised rigorously, fed regularly, and bathed but most of that time they were kept individually caged, forbidden to communicate with each other in any fashion, and generally left alone except for the harsh beatings they endured once a day for "instructional" purposes - lashings that were horribly painful but never tore the skin or caused any permanent damage. Those slaves who attempted to communicate with the other slaves, attempted to speak to their handlers, tried to masturbate themselves or have any sexual contact with the other slaves, or offered any resistance whatsoever to the orders of their handlers received instant additional beatings at the time of the infraction. By the end of the ten days, the new slaves had learned to remain quiet at all times, ask no questions, obey orders instantly, and avoid any sexual stimulation of themselves or others if they wanted to have even a chance of surviving the harsh whips and electric prods of their handlers. Twice a day, healing ointments were applied to the raw incisions in their septum between their nostrils and both nipples, the burns on their body from the brand markings and the welds closing their neck collars and genital ring, as well as the raw chafing where their neck collar rubbed their neck and their genital ring rubbed their shaft and balls as well as on the raw areas of the penis for those circumcised. . At the end of the ten days, our guide explained that the body punctures were completely healed, the chafing had been replaced by callouses, and the angry scab from the burns had fallen off, leaving clearly defined, but completely healed, brownish maroon colored brand markings on their bodies. Their controlled, but generous diet, along with the rigorous enforced exercises, were already making a difference: their naked bodies were filling out with clearly defined muscle while their shaved sweaty bodies gleamed in the glow of the bright artificial lights of the slave's pens within the training facility. By now, most of the new slaves sported perpetual semi-erections as a result of their constant sexual need brought on by the lack of any sexual outlets and the stimulation of the handler's frequent fondling of the slaves as well as viewing all those beautiful, but unobtainable nude bodies around them at all times.

"On the 11th day, the guide said their training began. All of the other new slaves were marched into the training laboratories where handlers promptly taught them the commands all slaves must know in a variety of languages: Kneel, Position, Stand, Bend Over, On all fours, On your back, On your hands and knees, Suck, Position for a Sucking, Milk, and Fuck. For some, dependent on their emerging aggressiveness, two additional commands would be taught: Fight and Withdraw.

"At least at this training facility, 'Kneel' mean for the slave to be on his knees, hands behind his neck with his legs wide apart, genitals thrust forward, and head high with eyes downcast. 'Position' was standing with your legs wide apart, pelvis thrust forward for easy handling and good exhibit of the genitals, hands in back of the head and chest thrust outward with head and eyes straight forward with all muscles tensed for good display of body definition. 'Stand' was with legs apart the same width as your shoulders, hands at your sides, head upright but with eyes downcast, and with pelvis thrust slightly forward. 'Bend over' was with legs as far apart as possible, bending over at the waist with your hands around both ankles, ass cheeks spread wide and tensed to best display your shaved hole, genitals handing down between your legs for easy handling if desired, and eyes to the ground. 'On all fours' was with your hands on the ground, your feet on the ground with legs stiff but spread as wide apart as possible to best display your asshole and with genitals easily accessible between the spread legs. The head was to be arched up with eyes straight ahead. Our guide explained that slaves were frequently fucked in this position in that the asshole was held high and was thus easily accessible by their user and maximum penetration could be obtained. 'On your back' was with your hands in back of or above your head, legs spread as wide apart and held as high as possible with pelvis raised to that the asshole was easily assessable for a thorough fucking. Again our guide explained that slaves were frequently fucked in this position where their user wanted to study their facial expressions during the fucking or wanted to feel their erection pressing against his or her body during the fucking. Head and opened eyes were to remain straight ahead in this position so the user could see every reaction of the slave while he was being fucked, 'On your hands and knees' was with both hands and knees spread wide apart to achieve a level back with asshole exposed. Muscles were expected to be fully tensed, genitals were expected to be easily accessible between the legs, and the head was to be held arched back to that the eyes could face straight ahead. Slaves were frequently fucked in this position where the master preferred a "doggie" style with the master's weight primarily borne by the slave's back while the slave was being humped. This position was also often utilized when the slave was required to suck the master and the master wanted ready access to the slave's asshole." The pilot paused as he tried to remember all the other positions taught at the training facility.

"'Suck' was generally with the slave on his knees directly in front of his master or mistress so that the slave's tits could stimulate his user's body during the sucking if desired. Slaves could expect to have their heads drawn tightly to their user's body during the sucking so that maximum penetration of the slave's throat could be achieved by a male user if the slave's throat muscles hadn't already obtained this desirable action or, in the case of a woman user, their lips and tongue would provide maximum clitoral stimulation. 'Position for a sucking' was with the slave standing with knees wide apart directly in front of his master or mistress, hands at his sides or clasped behind his back, pelvis thrust forward as far as possible for easy access to the prick and balls, and with the organ fully erect to demonstrate the slave's desire to be sucked. When the master or mistress desired to suck the slave's tits, this was modified so that the tits were thrust out as far as possible and the slave was expected to stimulate his tits to full erection if they weren't already.

'Milk' was the same position as 'Position for a sucking' except the slave was expected to masturbate himself to a full and total discharge as rapidly as possible and usually direct his discharge into some containment object such as a test tube, a pitcher, or a drinking glass. Some slaves bought as milk studs were drained four or five times a day in order to provide their mistresses or masters with a plentiful supply of fresh cum for a refreshing tonic, a gourmet sauce for their dining pleasure, a donation for the sperm bank, or as a liquid protein snack. Our guide explained that women owners liked to milk the slaves themselves rather than have the slave masturbate themselves, and often bought male slaves just for this purpose, milking them five or six times a day to obtain the desired quantities of cum or just for the amusement of milking a healthy stud and enjoying their complete control of his body. 'Fuck' was the most varied of the commands and often the rarest if they ended up with a male owner. In this command, slaves were expected to fuck the nearest object immediately whether it be their owner, his or her guest, another slave and whether it was male (anal or oral), female (anal, vaginal, or oral), animal, or inanimate object (such as a mannikin or doll). A slave ordered to 'Fuck' was expected to control his ejaculation until granted permission to do so - an action not allowed a slave in most cases (so that he could be used over and over if necessary). It was this control of his own ejaculation which required so much preparatory training. Of course, with female owners, this was one of the most common of commands, especially since the male slave could be used over and over throughout the day once he had been trained to control his orgasms properly.

"Our guide explained that most slaves had little trouble mastering the first three commands, although they felt humiliated and shamed as they stood in "Position" with their pelvis thrust obscenely forward with muscles tensed, while their handlers stroked every part of their body and fondled, hour after hour, their pulsing erect organs, dripping in need, to make sure the slaves got use to being stroked, petted, fondled, and learning to accept their status as mere objects on display at the whims of their master. Any lapse in their total submission to this handling and they quickly felt the whip painfully bite into their hides. By the third day of their training, they had learned to stand for hours in this position, muscles properly tensed, while all sorts of handlers felt and probed every muscle in their body, examined their mouths tooth by tooth, ran their hands over their eyes and cheeks, squeezed and pinched their ringed tits, poked their fingers in and out of their asschutes as they finger fucked the slaves before them, and, most of all, incessantly stroked, squeezed, grasped, and massaged their aroused dripping organs until they thought they would die of need for release. By the fifth day of their training, the guide explained, all but the most resistant of slaves never flinched, shuttered, or quivered no matter how much their body was stimulated and tormented and were able to maintain a stoic smile throughout the most rigorous of body handling all the while keeping their muscles tense and with their pelvis and nipples thrust invitingly forward, begging to be handled. But a few of the slaves resisted to the end, our guide admitted. Even on the sixth and seventh day of training, a few of these troublesome slaves were still earning horrific beatings as a result of their inability to remain absolutely still and totally compliant when being handled so wantonly. By the tenth day, all of the new slaves were fully trained in this area, and, when ordered to do it to each other simultaneously , none hesitated for even a second, even when they were ordered to finger fuck each other vigorously with the full length of two, then three fingers.

"The guide explained that the command 'Bend Over' was relatively easy after learning to 'Position' although staying in this position very long became extremely fatiguing and took some getting used to. It was the 'On all fours' position that some slaves started having trouble. Not the position itself, which was extremely fatiguing after the first few minutes, but with the invariable ass fucking the position was designed for. Generally, our guide claimed, the slaves stoically endured the introduction of the ever larger dildos without even grimacing, and barely shuttered when the trainers began fucking him with their own huge shafts, even bigger and longer than the dildos they had utilized up to that point. The slaves were told the dildos would help them stretch their assholes to make it easier for them and that 'a stretched hole doesn't hurt as much.' That made since to me, sir, in that, after all, all slaves I know here in Madagascar who are even half-decent looking get fucked pretty regularly - so slaves might as well learn now how to take a good fuck for their own good. I suppose the slaves in training knew that as well as I did, because they concentrated on relaxing while they were being fucked so that their hole opened up and could take the big ones being rammed up them almost continuously now.

"When my dad and I actually saw this aspect of their training, some of the slaves cried and shook when the first really large dildo was jammed up their butt and were screaming in agony when one of the largest dildos was forced up them - an action that led to an instant painful beating with the nylon whips that were the dread of all slaves there. The trainer explained to us that most of the slaves had pushed out of their minds that slaves were routinely fucked by their owners up to this point. Now, they could avoid that fact of a slave's life no more. With each new insertion, each slave looked like he felt like he was being torn in half each time another dildo was forced up his tight chute and, from the agonized look on their faces, probably felt he was bleeding by now, if not ruptured. We heard some of the slaves ask 'Am I bleeding, master?' to their trainers who would invariably answer, 'No, slave, it just feels that way. You're fine. You'll get used to it soon enough. right. Just let the dildos stretch you for a few days and you'll be able to take a whole fist up your ass and barely feel it.' Their naivete on how male slaves were routinely used by their owners was quickly being dispelled.

"One of the slaves we witnessed wiggled his ass around the huge dildo that had been rammed up his asschute in an effort to relax. 'Do all slaves have to get used to being fucked?' he sniveled to his trainer. 'Every slave I've ever heard about,' the trainer laughed. 'Look at it this way, slaveboy. If you were able to own slaves yourself and could do anything you wanted with them, wouldn't you want to fuck them every chance you got, especially if they were well built, good looking, and trained to expect a good fucking now and then?':

"And how did that slave answer?" the Sheik asked the pilot telling the tale.

The pilot laughed at his recollection of the event. "Sir, the best I can recall, the slave said 'Well, maybe,' of something like that but it was obvious he knew he was lying. Of course he would fuck slaves if they were available to him."

"Exactly, especially if you were kept as hard up as those slaves were obviously kept," the Sheik commented. "My experience has been that slaves not allowed to shoot off for extended periods of time can think of little else other than fucking. Give them even another slave and they mount them in a moment. You have to throw a bucket of cold water on the worst of them to stop them from fucking their fellow slaves half to death," he laughed.

"Sounds like you've observed quite a few slaves over the years, sir," the pilot said with obvious respect.

"Yes," the Sheik said. "Now continue with your fascinating story of visiting the training facility in Morondava. I'm enjoying it tremendously."

"Well, sir, after a few days of continual insertion of larger and larger dildos up their holes, the guide explained that all of the new slaves were finally able to tolerate being fucked in this manner without screaming out, grimacing, or groaning from pain. Within a week, most were so accustomed to the insertions that they sported perpectual hard-ons from the prostate stimulation the dildos provided - the pain of the insertion now being less than the pleasure of having the prostate stimulated. Indeed, most now sported constant dripping erections since no from of sexual outlet was allowed at this point, dildo inserted or not!

"It was at this point that the new slaves were introduced to the "Peg Room" for more advanced training that my father and I were able to visit. Here, every yard or so on a long row of benches, was sturdily mounted a mammoth erect dildo of flexible plastic. The slaves were instructed to spread their legs wide apart and then lower their exposed lubricated hole onto the replica of some extraordinary slave's prick until they were fully 'seated' (the dildo was completely in their hole) whereupon they were to fuck themselves to a full ejaculation by raising and lowering themselves on the artificial dick. They could only stop when they had experienced a full ejaculation, the output to be discharged into a clear beaker given each slave after he was 'seated.' All trainee slaves were to do this activity in harmony under the direction of their trainer, so all seated themselves at one time, all proceeded to pump the dildo by movement of their leg and ass muscles in a coordinated fashion, and all (after some adjustment time) learned to ejaculate together at the trainer's command, simultaneously tightening their ass muscles around the intruded shafts as much as possible at the very moment of their own orgasm. Those discharging too early (before ordered to do so) or unable to discharge when commanded or those not pumping up and down on the dildo rigorously enough or those unable to keep their ass muscles clenched around the shaft throughout the fucking were severely whipped on the spot with the horribly painful nylon whips the trainers preferred. Those lowering themselves too gingerly onto the huge shaft found themselves being roughly shoved down by the trainers with a strong push on the slave's shoulders, so the trainees soon learned to lower themselves quickly and completely once the order was given to 'fuck' themselves. At first, many of the slaves screamed as the huge dildo stretched them to the limit, and, for some, tore their chutes a little so that blood seemed to be everywhere. But the trainers were used to this and yielded no mercy. No matter how you bleed, how you screamed in agony, how you turned white with pain, the whip bore into you until you were fully impaled and pumping vigorously away until you thought you would surely split in two. I probably don't need to tell you how arousing this was to my father and I. It was a sight I will probably never forget and the smell - the room reeked of sex sweat, fresh cum, and hot lubricant - blended with the sounds of sex all around us.

"But our guide explained that the splendid, sweating bodies mounted on the pegs in front of us could get used to even this, and within the second week of fucking themselves over and over in the peg room, every slave in the group could take the entire plastic prick up him in one lunge downward, fuck himself vigorously until the pain was replaced by the pleasure of the prostate simulation, and the resultant huge erection produced a huge output of fresh cum into the clear glass containers when the command to "shoot" was finally given. Each slave had to fill his container to the brim each day before he was allowed to stop - at the minimum, this took four of five 'fuckings'; at the maximum, some slaves with lower outputs ended up fucking themselves ten or more times each day before their container topped off. Each day, like the day we visited, the peg room was awash with sounds of men grunting as they pumped themselves up and down on the shafts, whimpering with pain as their ass chutes were stretched to the limit, and openly crying from the subjugation and humiliation of their actions. But mixed in that were the frequent cries of men approaching orgasm and the screams of relief when they shot into the containers load after load. The room smelled too: the tangy odor of clean body sweat from their physical exertions, the heady order of sex sweat that covered their bodies when orgasm was upon them, and the rich smell of hot cum shooting out of them gave the room an aphrodisiac quality that I'm sure helped keep the slaves hard and excited as well as their handlers, who were generally hard themselves during these training sessions - at least until they could fuck one of the slaves themselves for a little quick relief throughout the day. When I told the guide that I was feeling mighty horny just watching the training session, he said that even slaves that were still resistant and recalcitrant to being fucked on demand found themselves excited and enthused to the actions demanded once the heady atmosphere of the room had its effects. Soon, the guide added with a knowing wink, even slaves who once thought of themselves as straight through and through were fucking themselves with abandon, screaming in lust as they shot load after load into the containers while slamming their distended ass chutes down on the huge dildos with rhythmic enthusiasm. When I looked surprised, the guide stated with a knowing look that he was sure that if he were a slave in training here, he would be pumping himself up and down on those dildos with the best of them.

"'On your hands and knees' and 'on all fours' were essentially positions to be fucked, as was the 'sitting' positioned now mastered by the slaves practicing in the peg room.. 'On your back' was easy to learn after that. You simply laid back with your legs up over your shoulders (or wrapped around your user) with your hole well exposed and wide open for a complete fucking. The trainers explained a lot of users preferred this because they could study the slave's facial expressions as he was being fucked. But sometimes, and very frequently if they were bought by a woman, slaves were ordered 'on your back' where the intent was for the user to lower her or his own hole onto the slave's erect staff for a good fucking. In this instance, the slave was expected to pump his organ in and out of the proffered hole from a prone position and under the full direction of his user. This position usually led to the user also playing with the slave's tits until they too were fully erect and ultra sensitive, especially if the user played with the rings attached to those swollen tits. A slave in any of these positions felt totally used and, among themselves, referred to it as 'whoring around' because that's exactly what they felt like when having their bodies exploited so blatantly. But when their shaft was inserted up their mistress' or master's hole, the pleasure obtained was overwhelming and it was hard to contain their discharges until ordered to do so. In fact, some owners, especially women, never allowed their slave to discharge into them, so, in that case, the position was a new form of torture. But most owners eventually allowed a well-deserving slave to shoot off after they were fully satisfied and actually enjoyed seeing the slave convulse over and over in orgasmic relief after such a long period of self-control. Some let the slave shoot deep into their own bodies, but most did not like the cleanup necessary after such an event and ordered the slave to withdraw and then allowed them to shoot off all over themselves for added amusement.

"The commands "Suck" and "Milk" were taught only after the slave trainee had completely mastered the skills of offering a good fuck as well as delivering a good fuck himself. By then, all slaves understood their body was to be used at every opportunity for their master's or mistress' pleasure regardless of what specific act they found arousing or entertaining. And, by then, all slaves understood that what their needs were. or what preferences they had, or which acts they liked or didn't like had nothing to do with their existence. They were there to serve in any and all ways their owners desired. Our guide chuckled as he told us when one naive trainee claimed, during the first few days of training, that he 'only liked to fuck women and certainly wouldn't suck a man's prick.' The trainers all laughed heartily at the slave's stupidity as their whips tore into the slave's butt pitilessly. Tthen the trainers had casually stated to the stupid slave: 'A slave doesn't have preferences, idiot boy. They simply do what they're told and then thank their owners for letting them do it. It's as simple as that - don't forget it, slave.' The guide said it was as simple as that and consequently not hard for slaves to learn to a man.

"Next my father and I were taken to the room reserved for teaching sucking skills. Being commanded to 'suck' involved the slaves getting down on their knees with their mouths open, swallowing whatever was put in front of them deep down their throats and then sucking vigorously while churning their throat muscles around the intruding object if the user was a man. It required learning to repress the gag reflex present in most humans, learning to control their throat muscles, and learning to stretch their mouths open so wide even the largest organs could be easily inserted with no danger of teeth marks. One scratch on any of the trainers during practice of this skill and the threat of pulling all of the slave's teeth out was made explicit by the fact two of the trainers had lost their teeth during sucking training and now were fitted with false teeth - a fact they showed up front to the new slaves to be trained to warn them of less than full cooperation. They trainers added that when their teeth were removed, they were pulled out all out at once with no analgesics wasted on a mere slave and both of them had passed out from shock and loss of blood. Now they were frequently called upon for sucking duties in that their users delighted in the fact their mouth cavity was now huge allowing the tongue to give full massage action and there was absolutely no danger of being scraped, even inadvertently, by teeth.

"The slaves were first allowed to 'suck off' dildos until they stopped gagging and had learned to ignore the tendancy to gag from the intrusions down their throats, but this was quickly replaced with the real thing. Thus, when first sucking their trainers in practice sessions, they were terrified they might scratch the trainer's huge organs with their teeth and suddenly find themselves toothless. But our guide explained that by the end of another week of training, all of the slave trainees could swallow even the largest organs and could suck to perfection. The guide added that it soon ironically became a mark of pride when slaves felt the hot cum spilling down their throats and into their tummies. It gave them a feeling of accomplishment.

The trainers told us that when they themselves had first starting sucking training, they quickly learned to like the taste of cum and found it a welcome relief from the monotony of a slave's tasteless and unvarying feed. The trainers added that the fact slaves were always kept slightly hungry led to this quick acclimation - after four of five loads of fresh cum in an afternoon, most slaves noted the hunger pangs were gone - at least temporarily and the taste lingered on for a while - something you could never say about slave chow. Orally servicing a mistress was easy after learning how to service a male: there was more licking involved, considerably more tongue work, and knowledge of clitoral stimulation was essential. But it was learned in an afternoon of practice and even that involved more getting acclimated to the unique smell of clit juices and vaginal drippings than commanding the physical actions involved for complete satisfaction.

"Our guide explained that the command 'Milk' was always welcomed if the slave knew it was only for two or three times in a row. After that, it became a torture. But when a slave was first milked, it was a wonderful change to release all that tension and built-up pressure from never being allowed to get any sexual relief until your master or mistress ordered it. Most slaves milked into a container in that their owners usually had some use in mind for the hot output, but sometimes the mistress or master just wanted to see the slaves shoot off under their command and enjoyed seeing the slaves spray the sticky white cum all over their own bodies. Sometimes the masters and mistresses liked to milk the slaves themselves. Occasionally, slaves were hooked up to a milking machine, but usually owners just ordered their slaves to masturbate themselves with their legs spread wide apart, their pelvises thrust forward, and their hand vigorously pumping their swollen shafts. Most masters, and almost all mistresses, enjoyed seeing the slave's facial expressions as they shot off, the convulsions of the slave's body at the moment of orgasm, and the little groans of utter ecstasy which invariably accompanied a slave's commanded discharges. Since relief of any type was treasured, the slaves soon learned to sincerely thank their mistresses and masters for allowing them this privilege. When the male studs forgot to do this, a whipping invariably followed for 'being disrespectful' and 'selfish' - two traits intolerable in a good slave.

"Lastly, the command 'Fuck' was taught. Here the trainee slaves fucked their user however they wanted - the master or mistress dictated the position, the duration, the length, the degree of insertion, whether the slave could orgasm or not, the rate of pumping action, and even how hard the slave was allowed to breathe. When fucking their mistress or master, our guide explained, there was never any doubt as to who was the slave and who was the master. Position and who was doing the inserting had nothing to do with it! But often, slaves were allowed to discharge when ordered to fuck and therefore most slaves looked forward to it - highly controlled or not. But fucking this way was nothing like fucking back when they had been free - this was just another slave command and the slave felt just as much the whore in this position as any of the others. Perhaps more so, our guide had speculated, when the slave had fucked many women of his own choosing or at least a male slave or so back when he was free.

"My dad pointed out that most of the slaves seemed to take to their training readily with few difficulties although he was sure they never felt more thoroughly a slave than during the training and realized that their life was now permanently altered. The guide reflected that slaves generally tended to find what enjoyment they could out of their newly defined and highly controlled life and made every effort to find enjoyment and pleasure in whatever he was asked to do. As proof of this, he said that within a month, slaves found themselves enjoying being fucked, found themselves screaming in ecstasy when they were allowed to cum, and prided themselves on being so sexually desirable. Most knew that if they were bought by a male owner, they'd probably never again see a female and acclimated by concentrating on the sexual qualities of male's bodies. By the end of their training, our guide assured my dad and I, the slaves trained here in Morondava were a throughly sensual, completely sexual animal under total control for the amusement of his owners.

"Indeed, my dad talked to one of the trainers, himself a slave who had undergone the Morondava-type training years ago. The trainer explained that once he realized he was a desirable sexual object, he reveled in it and quickly learned to savor all the pleasures one gets from prostate simulation, tit kneading, prick pumping, ball massages, and, of course, orgasm as a result of male stimulation. He too learned to appreciate the beautiful, handsome men all around him and found his fellow slaves completely arousing. When he leaped into masturbating himself when the command 'Milk' was issued, one of his own trainers, remembering what a whiny wimp he had been when training first started, snickered and said, 'You've become a complete whore.'

"'Yes, bossman,' the trainer said he responded with considerable pride. 'A whore for my master, bossman.'

"'Yes, slave, for your master," his trainer had confirmed. 'He'll love fucking you - that's for sure'"

"The trainer said that at that point he felt contentment. At last he was respected. He had found a home and a purpose in life.

"What about the other two commands - 'fight' and 'withdraw' - weren't they?" the Sheik asked.

"Oh, those are only taught to the slaves who demonstrated a lot of athletic ability, aggressiveness, and competitiveness during the training all entertainment slaves undergo - you know, what I've described up to this point. Over the weeks, the slave handlers tried to spot trainees that constantly were getting into fights with the others slaves for one reason or another, that seemed somewhat immune to physical pain, and who had exceptional physical endurance. Those slaves went into advanced training dependent on their particular body build and physical attributes. Those that were real large, had good coordination, had a lot of trouble controlling their aggression, and seemed practically immune to pain were sent to football school; those extremely tall, well coordinated and fast went to basketball school; the short and stocky with practically uncontrollable aggression and an almost inhuman insensitivity to pain went to boxing or wrestling school. Those groups all learned the command 'fight' which signaled them lash out with everything they had at the closest opponent and 'withdraw' which meant to exercise control of their aggression and stop whatever it was they were doing. At first they received severe shocks if they didn't fight on command; later, they were shocked if they didn't stop fighting on command. Generally those shocks were administered by a remote controlled shocker that was clamped onto their genital ring so the jolts they got were paralyzing. It doesn't take long to train an athlete equipped with a genital shocker, sir," the pilot laughed. "When I saw some athletes early in their training for boxing, the slaves usually doubled over and passed out from the pain the first few times they were shocked. Later, they learned to retain consciousness, but invariably screamed like they were dying when the shocker burnt their balls. The room seemed to be filled with the smell of burning ball skin the entire time I was there. But those slaveboys sure learned fast," he chuckled.

"Yes, I don't doubt that they did," the Sheik smiled. "Did that method work with all of them as far as you know?"

"I thought it would, but my dad told me that they lose a few slaves in the process. Some become so depressed or something they just stop functioning, some stop eating and starve themselves to death, and some allow themselves to literally be shocked to death. But my father claims that even in slave stock you're going to run into what he calls "sissy" stock - stock so fragile they just aren't worth training. Those few are usually just killed off or sold at rock bottom prices in the used slave market where the buyer is warned to beware. I've heard a few like that sold on the second-hand market recover eventually if their new owner just leaves them alone a while and that they make half-way decent slaves, but I'm not sure it's worth the chance of that happening. Most of them are either killed off or sold off to the mines or construction crews dirt cheap where they're worked to death quickly enough under a constant whip"

"Do the dealers specialize in Morondava?" the Sheik asked the pilot

"You bet, sir. Some just sell football slaves, some sell boxer slaves, some sell dancing boys, some sell slaveboys that have a nice singing voice. Others sell soccer slaves, basketball slaves, tennis slaves, and a couple of them really branch out," the pilot said excitedly.

"How so?" the Sheik inquired.

"Well, this one dealer sells only "look alike" slaves - slaves fully trained like I described before but are selected because they look exactly like someone famous. You can buy a slave that looks just like Ricky Martin or the teen-age Superman Tom Welling or O.J. Simpson when he was 22; a slave that looks just like Tom Cruise when he was 18 or so; a slave that looks like a clone of Mike Tyson or Hugh Grant or a young Robert Redford. You name it and that dealer might have it in stock or will scout around and find some slave that fits the bill for you within a few weeks. That way," he laughed, "if you have a thing for a particular personage - you can just buy it. Probably the only difference is that what you buy is a lot heavier hung, more easily excitable, and I'm sure is a hell of a lot more cooperative with what you have in mind. I think he calls his dealership "FantasyLand" or something like that - not a bad name, don't you think?"

"A good name," the Sheik said.

"Still other dealers specialize in table waiters; 'living furniture'; music makers skilled in keyboard as well as string, brass and wind instruments; wine stewards who usually are trained to double as outstanding chefs; houseboys that can do all your cleaning, shopping, and home maintenance; chauffeurs who know how to drive practically anything and can keep your car spotless at all times, is willing to wait endlessly without food or water, and is super respectful; and almost anything else you can think of, including gladiators trained to fight each other to the death if you want to waste good slave flesh like that. Of course, all of them have completed the basic slave training I told you about so they're fully trained to be fucked or to suck regularly with an eager anticipation; keep themselves in perfect shape and cleansed inside and out at all times, and to never give you a moment's trouble in complying to all wishes you can come up with. That's what Morondavan dealers deliver, sir," the pilot said with considerable pride. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself once you get to visit the various dealerships, sir."

With that, the plane was descending rapidly into Morondava itself and the pilot's prophecy came true. The Sheik that very day was able to visit all aspects of the training facilities which were exactly as had been described to him by the winsome pilot and was even able to visit a football slave training facility where extreme aggression on command was taught the well muscled slaves using the electrically charged genital rings. Although he was impressed with the final product, he was shocked at how many slaves were simply fried or beaten to death before the desired highly aggressive, brutish final product was achieved (the school lost others who simply went mad during the training and used every opportunity to kill themselves, often successfully unless meticulously monitored at all times, or tried to starve themselves to death - an act defeated by force feeding the slave until he gave up such foolishness) .

Toward late afternoon, he was able to locate the "FantasyLand" who indeed stocked numerous look-a-like's of some of the world's most popular stars (although it was hard to get the full effect until the dealer had them temporarily clothe themselves as the stars would usually dress - but such costuming was brief in that most buyers were much more interested in them nude). Some looked so much like the star they were imitating it was hard to tell the difference other than their obvious eagerness to please their new owners sexually as well in all other ways. He was surprised, though, at the large number of female purchasers there, pawing the merchandise unceasingly, even to the point of masturbating them right out in the public lobby jabbering away about the quantity and quality of this slave's output relative to the slave next to them or in the next room. Indeed, it was a stud sale like Hollywood never dreamed of.

"Look at this one, Petula," one matron of about 50 exclaimed as she hefted the huge balls of a young boy who looked exactly like Leonardo DiCapprio. "It's hard to tell the difference from the real one, isn't it?" she stated as she began pumping the boy to a full erection.

"Leonardo was never hung like that one, Jane," Petula, a rather stout women in her late forties, shot back. "And he seems as eager as a buck in heat judging from all that juice leaking out of him," she laughed.

"Let's buy him, Petula. They're only asking $250,000 for him and we could easily sell him any day of the week back in London for at least twice that. In the interim, think how much fun we'll have with him in our bed," Jane said as she licked her lips and increased her stroking rate of his huge penis until the boy was gritting his teeth to avoid erupting in her hand.

"He's worth $250,000 even if he couldn't get it up anymore, Jane. But, from the looks of things, that's not going to be any problem."

With that, the slaveboy was sold and, before he knew what happened, was being led away by a leash attached to his neck collar stark naked by the two middle aged women who could hardly wait to bed him down once back to their hotel. The slave realized his two new owners would expect him to pleasure them regularly from now on and failure to do so would land him at a disciplinary retraining facility before he could blink an eye. He vowed to give them such pleasure they'd want to keep him forever.

The Sheik was convinced a large market existed for look-a-like slaves after witnessing that episode, one of many taking place that afternoon..

That night the pilot arrived at the Sheik's hotel to claim his prize, the Croatian slave. At first, the pilot had the extraordinary slave suck him off to full erection, then fucked him roughly for a first full eruption. That was followed by two more leisurely fucks, one with the Croatian on his hands and knees, the second with the Croatian on his back with his legs raised over the pilot's shoulders. After that, the Sheik fucked the Croatian while the pilot had the Croatian suck him off once again. The evening ended with the pilot sucking the Sheik prior to once again fucking the Croatian slave whose ass chute by this time was raw, despite preparing himself for the evening with generous amounts of lubricants shoved far up his ass chute. When the pilot and the Sheik seemed satiated, the Sheik graciously allowed the Croatian slave to finally empty his balls - balls that had been aching in need long before his body was so heavily used that night and which by the time he was allowed to orgasm - were actually throbbing and visibly swollen.

That night, the Sheik and his guest slept soundly, exhausted sexually. The Croatian body slave's ass hurt so much it took him a while to drift off. During that time he reflected how lucky he was to be owned by the Sheik. What he had seen today in Morondava heeling behind his master, viewing the brutal training the slaves were forced to endure, the uses for which they were being trained, and the ever present threat of failing to meet expectations pervasive of all slaves he witnessed, made him appreciate even more his present situation where a firm but reasonable master asked nothing more of him than his total cooperation in bringing pleasure to others when he could. He drifted off counting his good fortune. A sore ass, a stomach full of hot cum, jaws that ached from stretching - all were nothing compared to what he had seen today. Worked to an early death in the mines under a constant tearing whip; fighting your own twin brother to the death in an arena for the amusement of your master; pretending you're a famous star to amuse your purchasers who then proceed to fuck you senseless; 'playing' football with the constant threat of having your balls burned off your body if you didn't 'take out' your slave opponents and win, wrestling another slave where the winner was expected to rape the loser right in front of everyone if he still function. No, the Croatian thought, by comparison I'm in a slave paradise, and he drifted into sweet dreams of being sucked off by another slave while his kind master looked on.

The next morning, the Sheik fucked his bodyslave once again as did the pilot, and then had the Croatian slave dress him for the upcoming trip to Androka where the common worker slaves were sold in huge lots. Androka was relatively close, so only a taxi was needed for the short drive. His pilot friend almost wept as his new friend from Oman got into the cab as his bodyslave was shoved into the taxi's trunk.

"I've never met a person I liked so well so quickly," the pilot said, hanging his head to hide his tears. "If you ever need anyone to work for you, sir, just let me know."

"Indeed, I will, my good looking pilot friend who practically fucked my bodyslave into oblivion. You'll make a fine slave handler in one of my training facilities - are you sure you won't come to Oman and work at Delta Enterprises?"

"Right now, I can't leave my father, sir, who has invested so much in my charter plane business. But if circumstances change, I'll be in Muscat within a day," he looked the Sheik right in the eye.

"Perhaps you won't need to travel so far," the Sheik said seriously. "It's quite likely I'll need an agent right here in Morondava to buy up some athlete and entertainment slaves as orders come in to Delta Enterprises world wide. We may even open up a 'clone' operation similar to that 'Fantasyland' I visited. Think it over and call me if you're interested," the Sheik said handing him his car.

"Thank you, sir," the pilot answered. "I'll give it serious thought. In fact, sir, expect a phone call soon - just as soon as I can talk your offer over with my father," he promised as the Sheik sped away in the taxi, the Croatian slave shifting himself around in the trunk trying to get himself comfortable for the trip.