FULFILLING THE FANTASY XIII
By Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
[Fourteen of you responded that you are reading the series. I sincerely thank each and every one of you and dedicate this posting to those 14 readers- you know who you are; the rest of you, if any, I'm still waiting for some appropriate response.]
"You'll find the markets at Fujairsh in the United Arab Emirates totally different than anything you have experienced on the cruise to date," the lecturer began. "In fact, many of you may not be interested in the products offered in the Fuhairsh markets at all, once you understand the background of slavery in this country. The port stop was only included on this cruise for two reasons: (1) the exoticness and cultural enrichment of the United Arab Emirates itself; and (2) the uniqueness of their slaves for those passengers who may be interested in their peculiar qualities.
"Let me begin by urging all of you to take advantage of this stop to take in the sights and smells of this exotic country - it's a rare treat to visit such a pearl of the Middle East - and in many ways it exhibits the best of Arabic culture. The vast oil reserves in the U.A.E. have been effectively used to build some of the best examples of Arabic architecture in the world, provide a magnificent infrastructure, and offers the free citizenry one of the highest standards of living in the world.
"But as far as slaves are concerned, Fujairsh is nothing like any of the other ports you have visited. First off, the attitude toward slaves is totally different than in most other parts of the world. They are viewed as fully human in all aspects with a human's full range of emotions and needs - their slave status is viewed as an unfortunate act of fate which should be viewed compassionately and with great care given to preserve their human dignity as products of Allah's will. Owners view good care of a slave as a religious obligation and so slaves are rarely, if ever, exploited. Such action on the part of an owner would only bring shame upon him - not the slave. As such, shocking as may be to many of you, slaves are allowed appropriate clothing and allowed personal modesty as appropriate, slaves are only sold outside a family under dire economic necessity, slaves are seldom restrained or even collared although they are usually branded when first introduced to slavery, and slaves are not used sexually by their owners if the slave objects - usually slaves are not bedded down by their masters or mistresses unless the slaves themselves express interest and are totally willing, even eager, to participate in such a liaison. A person is only born into slavery if both his parents were slaves themselves, not just the mother, meaning that products of liasons between male slaves and their mistresses or masters and their slave girls are born free and brought up in the owner's home just like other sons or daughters. Slaves are generally well fed and only beaten if disobedient or grossly disrespectful or they attempt to run away, although most masters sell off runaways when they are caught rather than try to attempt to get them adjust to his ownership once again, reasoning that the relationship in this case is "ill fated." Slaves here are rarely sold off with advancing age or ill health - indeed it is considered the obligation of their master to tend to them when they are in need . Slaves can even ask municipal authorities to arrange a resale if they are chronically unhappy with their masters."
A gasp of disbelief went up from the audience as all of this information was processed and the audience buzzed with comments reflecting their astonishment, disbelief, and, in many cases, anger.
"You can see where a Fuhairsh slave might have trouble adjusting to the realities of markets conditions in our own country," the lecturer laughed. "By the time he was trying to adjust to his collar, hide his nakedness, and stop shouting in protest as he was handled on the block, his purchase price would probably have dropped close to zero. In fact, I'm sure some of you would just give him away if you could find anyone who would put up with such nonsense."
The lecturer sensed he had the audience back with him again now that they were assured he understood their outrage and frustration and slowly the audience became quiet again.
"Why, you ask? History, religious beliefs, and social custom is the answer. But before I start describing a system I'm sure you think is totally out of control, let me point out what they see as the advantages of this view of slavery. First, slaves in Fuhairsh are totally and completely loyal to their masters - it's their master that assures them such a good life, takes care of them, and provides for them throughout a lifetime. Just as the master is loyal to them in refusing to sell them off unless he absolutely has to, the slave is loyal to his master and does everything possible to make sure his master can afford to keep him and take care of him properly. There is a built-in incentive for the slave to make sure the master profits in everything he does and the slave does everything he can to make sure the master prospers in all that he does. Second, they claim a happy, content slave is a far more productive slave and little discipline is ever needed, thereby making owning and managing slaves a much easier and more pleasant situation. Overseers are seldom needed to assure top slave productivity, the cost of whips and chains and other control mechanisms are non-existent, and they claim slaves are sick far less due to their lack of anxiety in this system as well as have longer, more productive lives. The argument goes that slaves reproduce freely and prolifically under this system without the need for forced breeding, although they do admit their offspring have none of the genetic advantages inherent in rigidly controlled forced breeding situations and hence slave stock really doesn't improve from one generation to another. But most important is the fact that they believe this system of slavery is what is ordained in the Koran and their place in Paradise can only be assured by treating slaves in this fashion.
"So incompatible is this view with most of the world's slaveholders that it is doubtful if many of you would be interested in what the slave markets at Fuhairsh hold. But some of you might want to visit for the novelty involved, some might be interested in buying up a "best friend" type of slave who will be totally loyal to you throughout a lifetime, some might be interested in buying a "life companion" so you'll never be lonely, and some might want to buy a trusted business associate who will look after your best interests at all times because it's in his best interest also. Some of you might even buy a Fuhairsh product to share mutual love throughout a lifetime if you could spot just the right person in the markets. It might be at the dating services popular in the United States, where love is arranged almost randomly. But let me warn you before you visit the slave markets. Slaves in Fuhairsh are allowed certain rights in 'picking' their new owners."
A gasp went up from the audience which then turned to riotous laugher.
"You've got to be kidding! Surely you don't expect us to shallow such an absurdity?" one of the passengers shouted out between peels of laughter.
"No. I'm serious," the lecturer joined in their laughter. "Slaves marketed in Fuhairsh can indicate they don't want to be sold to certain masters or mistresses and usually such a request is honored on the grounds of who would pay good money for a slave who doesn't like the situation he would be going into. Therefore, crazy as it sounds I know, purchasers often spend considerable time going over the advantages of being bought by them - living quarters provided, the quality of food they'll be fed, the type of work they will be expected to do, leisure time, possible sexual opportunities with other slaves, and the security of the owner's wealth so he will never have to be resold.
"If you go to the markets, you will be questioned by the slave as to what you have to offer along these lines. Your answer, if you can keep from laughing at the audacity, is relief from the stifling heat in this part of the world, the excitement of living a whole new life style in a different culture, the thrill of living under circumstances that are totally unpredictable (as they surely are for most slaves in the world), and the end of having to make any decisions for themselves in any way."
The lecturer's humor was fully appreciated and all begin to think a trip to the market might be fun just to study these so-called slave's reactions as the slaves began to interrogate these potential buyers.
"Be sure to tell them their totally exposed nude bodies will be collared, ringed, and banded at all times, that they will fucked regularly by their new owners or anyone their new owner designates, and that they will probably be resold to the highest bidder once they have been shipped back to the United States no matter what they think about who buys them," the lecturer said jocularly. "It's fun to see the unbelieving expressions on their innocent faces."
"Some of you may want to buy a slave here just to study his reaction to his fate once he is chained, collared, properly fucked, and begins to realize he can be sold to anyone at any time and he will have no say so whatsoever in the process. It's kind of fun to witness their absolute horror in realizing their new circumstances, although I'm not sure it's worth as much as some of these pampered pets will cost you."
"I bet their reactions would be something else," Mark giggled to John, sitting next to him in the lecture.
"Yeah, like suddenly I'm in Hell or something like that," John laughed. "But, if I know slaves, they'll adjust eventually and you could at least get something for them on the open market after considerable and lengthy training. I'm just not sure you could ever get your money back when you figured in all the training costs that would be involved in their transformation to something sellable in world markets."
"I think the good citizens of Fujairish are full of bullshit," Mark said. "Remember the steward and his assistant you sold off for me right before we left on this cruise. Those two were my slaves for years and years and always worked to increase my profits every way they knew how - even eagerly whoring themselves the last few years every chance they got to make more money for their master. They supervised all my other slaves with a firm hand and with an eye to making my life as pleasant and trouble free as possible as well as increasing the stock's value. No one could ask for any slave to be more loyal, more concerned for their master's welfare, than those two. Yet, when the time came, it was easy to sell them off because I had other plans and they fully accepted the need for that. I'm sure they're just as loyal, just as devoted, just as concerned about their new master's welfare as they were for mine. And never once did they wear a stitch of clothes, they were always collared, ringed, and banded, and they expected a good disciplinary punishment periodically as part of their slavery. In fact, in some respects, I think that old steward and the mulatto assistant I had around for years loved me - they sure acted like it! They loved me because I was a predictable, stern master who made all the decisions of their life for them."
"I couldn't agree more, Mark. Bullshit is a good word for it. But it would be interesting to see how one of these pampered slaves would shape up once he was on your estate being sent out in a truck to whore himself for your profits, often four or five times every single night, and then be expected to come back to you and thank you for bedding him down yourself as he handed the entire earnings of his whoring over to you," John laughed. "We could just lie to him about his new home as our slave - make it sound like heaven on earth - and then watch him when reality set in the minute he was being processed in the ship's cargo hold."
"The poor thing would probably die of shock on the spot," Mark laughed, "and we'd loose all our investment. Besides, we wouldn't even know what we were buying - the lecturer claims they're clothed even on the auction block and you're not allowed to fondle them during a good inspection. Talk about buying a pig in the poke!"
Most of the Fantasia's passengers didn't even bother to go to the slave markets in the U.A.E. port city. Instead, following the lecturer's advice, they opted to go on tourist excursions to some of the local sights: camel races, a ride on an Arab dhow, visits to the excellent archeological museums, visits to the highly productive oil fields, and a meal or so in the excellent restaurants featuring the best of Arab dishes. All of these places had slaves working in them, but, like the lecturer had claimed, all were uncollared, were fully clothed, and were treated like valued employees. Only by asking directly could you tell a slave from any other employee in the establishments and if the answer was affirmative, there wasn't a hint of shame or embarrassment in the announcement of their status. They did seem to work attentively and treated those around them respectfully. But both John and Mark thought this was a long way from slavery - more like indentured servants or something - but not slavery. They couldn't see the sense of spending any money on slaves with mindsets like that. The conversion to true slavery would just take too long and wasn't worth the bother.
Nevertheless, the two did decide to visit the slave market in the cool of the evening when all their touristy things were over. It was exactly as the lecturer had described: slaves were interviewing potential owners as to what being owned by them would entail; it was hard to tell the slaves from the masters other than in the opulence of the dress, and not one slave, male or female, was ever stripped or properly examined in any way prior to a sale. Even when sold, no whips or chains were ever in evidence, and the slave just walked alongside his new owner back to his new "family" and "home." Mark and John just looked on with absolute disgust and revulsion at this perversion of what slavery was all about.
While there, they saw one fellow passengers actually negotiating for the purchase of a male slave about 25 years old - half-black, half-Arab from the looks of him - who was quite good looking and well built as best one could judge with a loose tunic covering his body from shoulders to mid thigh. Mark and John sidled up close so they could take in the conversation.
"And what will my accommodations be like?" the slave asked the potential purchaser.
"Oh, you'll have your own room with a private bath for absolute privacy. There's a TV and DVD player in each of the slave's rooms along with individually-controlled air-conditioning," the fellow passenger said with a straight face.
"And my expected duties?" the slave asked.
"Waiting on my dining table, cleaning up afterwards, cleaning the house, some gardening, and serving coffee to me and my guests as needed. The typical duties of any houseboy," was the fluid answer. "You'll be required to serve around 10 hours a day with the rest of your time free."
"And the social life provided?" the slave continued.
"I have five female slaves and four other male slaves that you may choose to socialize with if you like. Any children from such relationships will belong to me, of course, but you will always choose your own partners, if you wish to engage in sexual activities at all," the passenger answered, still managing to lie so blatantly without flinching. "All the other slaves are young and attractive, so you may find one you would wish to become more familiar with, if she or he were mutually interested, of course."
"And is life in the United States as pleasant as I've heard?" the slave asked.
"Very much so, especially for a young, handsome man like yourself," the passenger practically cooed. "I'm sure you'll like our nice cool climate and variety of seasons."
"Very well, you may buy me if you can meet the dealer's price."
With that, the passenger hurried over to pay the price asked (a very modest $45,000 but hardly worth even that considering) and asked the slave to accompany him back to his ship. [Prices for slaves in Fujairish were incredibly cheap in that so little work could be extracted from them within the usual working hours and the cost of upkeep was so high, especially considering care of the slave in ill health and old age. In fact, some people sold themselves into slavery just to get a better life - the very modest proceeds of their sale usually going to a beloved parent or a deserving brother or sister]
Once on board, the slave handlers quickly grabbed the new purchase, stripped him, collared him, banded his genitals, and proceeded to give him three thorough enemas before embedding a huge butt plug deep in his asshole before caging him. The slave screamed so loudly, the handlers gagged him before giving him a sound whipping with a bullwhip to teach him some manners. By the time the beating was over, the whimpering slave was jammed into his cage, still gagged and still with the huge dildo deep within him. His trip to the reality of Western slavery had just begun and his new owner upstairs was already planning two things: the deflowering of the slave with a good solid fucking by his new owner; and his highly profitable sale at the New York markets once he had been acclimated to true slavery.
As it turned out, that was the only slave sold in Fujairah to a passenger aboard the Fantasia. As the lecturer had predicted, none of the dealers were interested in products of this farcical version of slavery and were totally unwilling to tell all the lies necessary to purchase the spoiled pseudo-slaves and all the bother it would take to properly introduce them into real slavery, no matter how cheap they were. Almost all the dealers thought the man who had bought the Fujairah slave under his web of deception was either nuts or a complete sadist who just enjoyed watching slaves suffer, no matter the bargain-basement price he had paid for, as it turned out, a very nice looking piece of meat who was very well equipped once he was properly stripped and collared. But what fun was a slave who had to be gagged all the time and whose eyes, at least for now, emitted nothing but pure hatred?
Hence, the cargo holds of the Fantasia were still 17% empty - plenty of room for purchases from the huge slave markets of Mozambigue, Sierra Leone, Mauritania, and the Ukraine, all upcoming ports of call. There were few regrets concerning the U.A.E. The country had proved interesting even if the so-called slave markets were a joke and, frankly, passengers had been worried the hold would fill up and they couldn't purchase stock at some of the promising and highly touted ports remaining on their itinerary. It wasn't that new slaves were needed to amuse them on the trip. Most passengers had barely begun to acquaint themselves with the delights offered to them by their new purchases.
John and Mark worked out their buying strategies for the remainder of the journey. Go easy in Mozambique and Sierra Leone - they already had plenty of blacks in the hold; buy up heavily in Mauritania where almost all slaves had been selectively bred for generations even though they too would be primarily black with a few browns thrown in for flavor; and save the big buying for the Ukraine where light-eyed, light-haired heavy-hung whites with nice bodies were as cheap as anywhere in the world.
Until then, they decided they would explore some of the slaves the Fantasia offered all passengers without charge: the cute, smallish, but exceedingly good looking deck hands with huge banded genitals and well-trained throats; the handsome, well built, almost elegant dining room slaves that always seemed so pleased you choose them to service you whether on the spot in the dining room right in front of everyone or after they had been leashed and were back in the privacy of your room; and the exceptionally muscular but still very attractive baggage slaves who were often overlooked and thrilled when they were called into personal service no matter what was demanded in that this constituted their only chance of ever emptying their own balls. All were thoroughly trained to their duties; all were guaranteed disease free and willing; and all were very well motivated to perform to the very best of their ability - to do otherwise almost insured a horrific corrective beating that would prove to be memorable. It would serve as a nice break from establishing a new master's expectations with their own properties.
Both simultaneously decided to start with the two deck hands they had last seen giving oral service right before they disembarked to shop at Oman - the cute Greek boy with the huge phallus and the strikingly gorgeous black boy that was stationed next to him on the upper deck. If memory served them right, they both looked good enough to - well - fuck!
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments always appreciated. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)