THE BAZAAR
by Bill Smith
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Chapter 15
THE BAZAAR'S FIRST ANNIVERSARY
Egypt's Minister of Development practically strutted onto the stage for his opening address. The Minister quickly pointed out that Egypt's major infrastructure development, The Bazaar, built at tremendous costs, had already proven to be the best investment Egypt had ever made. Egypt had supplied the land, the numerous huge buildings, the airport, the support facilities, the security fences, etc., that made up the huge complex; Dubai's Emir had arranged to finance all the stock offerings for the first five years as a loan to a fellow Arabic country but with considerable interest fees involved.
As it had turned out, the enterprise was such a success that the Egyptian government had earned back what it had invested within the first 11 months of operation - a record for any venture of this type. As for the Emir of Dubai, his keen financial acumen was once again right on target - the "interest" on his loan was being paid back at twice the expected rate until he offered the Egypt's Minister of Development an even better deal: from now on the interest would be paid in The Bazaar's own goods (of the Emir's agents' choosing) and at 20% below the normal sales price. It was a deal that was win/win as far as Egypt was concerned. The discount demanded was just about what their profit margin was on most goods so in effect the Emir was getting the goods he desired at cost and Egypt no longer had to pay out much needed cash as interest. No wonder the Emir of Dubai was one of the world's richest man and considered one of the world's smartest and most successful entrepreneurs.
The Minister's talk was short and to the point. Egypt's future rested with The Bazaar and enterprises like it. The Bazaar was already the world's largest slave broker, the Bazaar offered the world's best variety of bodies for sale; the Bazaar's quality was unparalleled, and, with the economies of scale, the Bazaar offered prices that simply couldn't be matched by lesser operations.
He ended his talk by awarding Egypt's highest honor, "Successor to the Pharaohs" to the Emir of Dubai, a beautiful hand-crafted gold neck chain holding a large gold pyramid encrusted with diamonds and rubies where each link of the chain was a miniature naked slave symbolic of those sold at the Bazaar. To the Emir, it was a mere bauble, but he enjoyed the public recognition of his contribution to the enterprise and was even more pleased that he was now securing thousands upon thousands of new slaves monthly to work his many construction sites back in Dubai: the world's tallest and second tallest skyscrapers; cities made out of landfill stretching far out into the Arabian Gulf, an infrastructure that other countries could only envy; and a city that was widely acclaimed as "the most modern in the world."
The Emir's Interest' Slaves:
But what the Emir liked best was the monthly influx of "interest" slaves that literally cost him nothing (and at a favorable interest rate with the 10% discount on what was charged against the interest costs)..
Upon the Emir's specifications for his Bazaar stock, 80% were huge, burly young men in their early 20s or late teens assigned to construction projects where labor costs were literally nothing more than the food the slaves consumed, the cages they were kept in while sleeping, the shackles to make sure no property strayed away, the few supervisors hired to make sure the slave overseers were getting the last drop of available energy out of the work crews, and the whips and electric prods issued to the overseers to help them out in keeping control of the herds, disciplining them as necessary, and necessary for proper motivation.
The other 20% were female and male stock, selected for their bodily beauty and sexual attractiveness rather than their brawn. They too were young, but most of this selection were in their late teens when first shipped to Dubai. They manned the many resort hotels and restaurants (everything from waiters to chambermaids to cooks to janitors to desk clerks to baggage boys to pool boys) while the most attractive among this select group were routed to stock the hotel's brothels, sexual call services, doormen, pool attendants and chauffeurs.
Out of this 20%, a mere one percent were put into special cages and awaited assignment as "personal servants" to the Royal family, perks for the Emir's ministers, gifts for those who performed a special favor for the Emir, and gifts to corporation executives offering the Emir an especially good deal on a construction project, a financing scheme, or a favorable import-export arrangement. These "one in a hundred" slaves were highly selected and then thoroughly trained to please any master of mistress to which they might be assigned. Selection factors for males included a good well-defined musculature, a very handsome face, flashing bright eyes, relatively little body hair (even before shaving), huge sexual organs easily aroused, a prominent, muscular bubble-butt ass, and an ever-present willingness to please, no matter what was requested. For females routed to this select group, features included beautiful faces, shapely features with large breasts and a small waist, large deep eyes, shiny long hair, and an inviting attitude about them that simply made their master or mistress want to explore the pleasures of their body.
All slaves shipped to Dubai would be nude the rest of their lives: the nakedness helped the slaves cope with the omnipresent heat as well as clearly identify them as slaves over and beyond the collars welded around their necks, the Bazaar's brand burned into their butt and pectorals, and a special thick genital band on the male slaves that bore the Emir's own crest of ownership which thrust their sex out prominently for all to see at any time. Construction slaves generally also featured welded nose rings through their septum since it made it easy to shackle them together in work gangs that way and to secure them in their cages at night. But they weren't fitted with tit or ear rings in that these all too often got caught up on equipment in their work and damaged them as a caught ring would be torn from their body. No one enjoyed viewing slaves with torn tits or ear lobes. Nose rings and genital bands seldom got caught on anything - common wisdom had it that slaves were very cautious about damage to their faces or their main source of pleasure.
But the 20% selected for non-draft work were devoid of nose rings which might detract from their facial attractiveness, but usually featured tit rings for both male and female slaves in that it drew attention to their bodily assets and was useful for leashing and other control purposes. Some, both male and female, featured ear-rings if they had particularly attractive faces, but usually just in one ear and usually matching their tit rings. Females were sometimes fitted with clitoral rings while all males were fitted with very wide genital bands to best display one of the main bodily attributes they had been selected for. With both sexes, all bodily fittings were of the same material and color to yield a neat, matched look that simply shouted to the public around them "owned property." Male slaves selected for the service industries (doormen, chauffeurs, baggage boys, valets, waiters, pool attendants, etc.) were universally trained to show hard at all times they were "on duty" and were also carefully trained to tolerate body fondling (such as tit squeezing and pulling, mouth inspection, insertion of a finger into their ass, prodding of their ass checks, stroking of their penis, and massaging of their balls) as routine and part of their assigned task. Female slaves were trained to tolerate breast squeezing, insertion of the finger into their vagina and/or asshole, rubbing of their clitoris, and stroking of their hair as routine and expected of any slave in public service.
In the top one percent group (the Royal Emir's own select stock), male slaves were fitted with super wide genital bands to best display their extra large sexual organs, were universally fitted with thick tit rings that enlarged and sensitized their nipples, and usually had extra-tall light-weight gold-plated collars welded around their necks which forced their heads up at all times to best display their handsome faces. With this select group, nose and ear rings were rare as were chained shackles, but wrist and ankle bands were usually fitted, often in pure gold or silver, to further enhance their bodily beauty. They were taught to expect to be fondled at any time by any one desiring to do so and to tolerate this (even welcome it) with a big smile on their face no matter how many times their balls were roughly gripped by a huge hand and squeezed, or how tightly a hand gripped the slave's penis and stroked long and hard. Female slaves had small neck collars, usually were fitted with ear rings and tit rings, and learned to expect frequent explorations of their vagina and clitoris by wandering hands, usually until they became wet and dripping in their sexual area. They also had to get used to having their breasts squeezed and "milked" until they were often bruised and sore almost perpetually in that area. Usually female and male slaves in this upper one percent category had their tubes tied so they didn't get pregnant nor get anyone pregnant in the use of their body. Although this tube-tying forfeited breeding the stock, it allowed mistresses full use of a male slave with no worries and it kept female slaves fresh and ready at all times for sexual usage, unencumbered by a swelling belly, distention of their beautiful bodies, and getting "stretch marks" over time.
Slave Breeding in Dubai:
As a result, breeding was generally delegated to the upper 20% of slaves selected for their fine bodies minus the upper 1%. The 80% making up draft slaves were not allowed to reproduce in that their genes would only lead to more of the same - the object of the breeders was to improve the breed through selective matings. But the draft slaves were allowed plenty of sexual outlets - their were no restrictions of their use of each other in the pens at night. Sexual relief found with each other (as opposed to no sex outlets at all) was thought to be beneficial to a slave's overall health and happiness and made the overseer's task easier in that it kept excessive aggression under control. This liberal sexual relief policy made withholding sex (by locking the slave up at night in a separate cage with his hands manacled to the cage bars ) a most effective disciplinary measure since the slave was used to emptying his balls regularly and quickly became obsessed with the pressure in his expanding balls. For a person casually looking into the large pens holding draft slaves at night, the first hour or so was usually an orgy of heaving, sweating bodies ramming into each other's asses, mouths slurping and slopping as swollen penises pumped in and out of oral cavities, and huge muscular men just holding each other tenderly while they kissed each other and murmured words of love for long time relationships within their bondage. As every cagemaster knew, love was possible for a draft slave, even if it formulated on a straw littered floor in a dark, stinking pen with no privacy available ever. Slaves forming such love relationships always risked having their lover sold out from under them, but, even so, most treasured a soul mate when they could in their otherwise lonely world of servitude.
[Outside of Dubai, many slave-holders restricted all sexual outlets of their male slaves on the grounds it lowered their energy levels best directed toward their work assignments and "love" should be reserved for a slave's natural parental-type' love for his master or mistress - the persons feeding and protecting him in this world.]
For those selected for breeding, life wasn't quite so romantic. Sex was scheduled, the mates were pre-selected, and failure to perform as scheduled led to some of the most painful whippings a slave had ever endured. To make sure romantic attachments weren't formed, the couples copulating under command never saw who their selected mates were: both parties were blindfolded. The female was strapped to a fucking bench so she was easily accessible, couldn't fight back to the invasion of her vagina by pricks bigger than she had ever imagined, and was in the perfect position for ease in fucking her. The male stud was usually shackled by his ankles, led in by a leash to his collar, and, being blindfolded, first felt the studmaster's one hand on his prick stimulating him to a full erection while his other hand kneaded the stud's balls presumably to milk a full load into them, and then felt the studmaster guide him into the well lubricated vagina strapped into position in front of him. A simple command "Fuck" with a sharp crack of the whip on his rump, was the signal to start humping with maximum penetration at a steady but rapid pace that would insure quick completion, a full discharge, and, hopefully, a successful fertilization. With a shout accompanying his orgasm, the stud made sure he completely emptied his load into the female, and then, his chest in a pool of sweat over the brood's back, waited for the studmaster to squeeze his balls to make sure they were now empty, and, with a jerk to his neck leash, signify he could now pull out of the female and be led back to his cage to refill his balls and await his next studding assignment.
Once the stud was gone, the fucking bench was tilted so that the female slave was at a 45 degree angle forward, the better to have the stud's seed flow deep into her through gravity to enhance her fertilization. After 15 minutes in this tilted forward position, she was unstrapped, the blindfold was removed, and she was recaged, only to be tested for pregnancy after 24 hours had elapsed. If she had not been impregnated, this procedure would be repeated for the next three days during her period of greatest fertility but with a different stud each time. If she still wasn't pregnant, she was returned to the work force until 28 days later and the whole routine would be repeated. If she was pregnant, she was returned to the work force until one month prior to delivery whereupon she was placed in work assignment specially designed for broods near delivery which wouldn't pose any danger to a successful birthing. After producing her pup (or hopefully pups), the infants produced were placed in a nursery far away to avoid any maternal attachment and the brood would be returned after a month of rest to her original work and the breeding cycle would began all over again.
A good female brood, started early enough (generally 15 or 16) could produce a good 20 pups before she dried up and would be permanently assigned to draft slave work for the rest of her life, probably never getting the chance to experience sex with a male ever again. But by then, most brood females viewed sex as nothing more than a long series of rapes in that they had never experienced consensual sex of any type and knew nothing of romance, males as anything but rutting animals, and couldn't imagine wanting to be fucked by a male willingly. The studmasters had made sure they didn't experience any sensual pleasures in the ruttings - at least if they could help it - but acknowledged that occasionally one of the broods, from their flushed appearances and deep pantings, managed an orgasm or two despite them, especially if the stud wasn't as humongous (and consequently painful) as most of them were. Nevertheless, most broods were left after birthing 20+ new slaves for their owner with little relish for sex with males and were glad to be rid of them and their animalistic ruttings.
Within 20 years, the Emir's breeding operations were so successful he was a steady supplier to The Bazaar with an annual crop of healthy slaves, all carefully bred to produce only the best for the marketplace. Bred slaves brought a premium on the average in that training required for adjustment to a new owner was minimal - after early development in a slave nursery followed by years of careful slave training from 6 years on until their first sale on the auction block, constant nudity, their slave collar, a brand on their butt and chest, and wearing bodily control devices like nose rings, tit rings and genital bands was no problem (they always had as long as they could remember), they couldn't think of themselves as anything but an owned property by the time they reached manhood, and they accepted their status as the will of the gods.
Bred slaves had a reputation for doing anything asked of them without question, of never even thinking of running away from their owner (they viewed their owner and his or her other slaves as their family), and of eagerly taking to any new training necessary to best please their owner. By the time a bred slave was 15, his life goal was to make his or her life as comfortable and pleasant as possible - the optimal way to accomplish that was to please his master or mistress in all ways possible, willingly and eagerly. No wonder they brought a premium at any market, not just at the Bazaar!
The only drawback (if it really was) to all this was that bred slaves typically thought of themselves as better slaves than others who had been born free but were now enslaved for one reason or another. But, in most cases, the bred slaves were right about that - they had few if any adjustment problems to their status in life; they accepted whatever was asked of them without evaluating it in terms of previous cultures, religious beliefs, or experiences as a person "above slaves," and, physically, on the average, they tended to be better looking, had better physiques, were sick less, and usually sported sex organs others envied for both their size and their easy excitability.
It was common knowledge that the Emir of Dubai was now making as much off his annual crop of bred slaves as he was off of any one of his other numerous economic ventures. Even if all the real estate, shipping, banking, horse racing, and horse breeding ventures failed, the good citizens of Dubai would be assured a prosperous future from its slave breeding farms alone.
After the presentation:
The Minister of Development's short talk was met with thunderous applause from the mainly Egyptian audience celebrating the first successful year of The Bazaar's operation. He waved to the audience in buoyant acknowledgment of his success and slipped out a side door to a slave-chauffeured limousine back to one of his homes in nearby Alexandria where the handsome Albanian chauffeur would soon be in his master's bed satisfying both the Minister as well as his young wife who was adventurous when it came to sex life and slaves. Tomorrow, he would helicopter to Cairo, leaving the chauffeur to the whims of his wife while he would be entertained by the striking slave helicopter pilot he had obtained recently as much for his sexy good looks, his sensuous mouth and his inviting ass as his skills piloting a helicopter. Better yet, the German pilot as well as the chauffeur were gifts from the Bazaar's top management, so neither property had cost him a thing. The Minister reflected that such
gifts' were what made the Middle Eastern economy run so smoothly - something stingy Westerners didn't seem to grasp. They were consistent in always trying to get the lowest cost they could for goods purchased, too stupid to realize a nice thoughtful gift discretely given, although expensive in itself, would make the final bottom line much, much cheaper. But, alas, if they were that dumb, let them pay for it - it was amusing to lead them to believe they were getting a "great deal" as they put it, when even a child in the slums of Cairo would know how to negotiate a much lower price for the goods. Which reminded him. The Emir of Dubai, the latest "Successor to the Pharoahs" award winner, was not so ignorant in the ways of how business functioned. Only 10 days ago, two of the best looking slaves he had ever seen - 18- year-old white boys of magnificent physiques, practically hairless bodies, large well-formed sexual organs, and strikingly handsome faces had been delivered to him as a birthday gift from his long-time friend and business associate, the Emir of Dubai. The boys were products of an ancient Croatian breeding farm and their bodies reflected the many generations of selective breeding that produced bodies like this. Gifts like this not only reflected the Emir's good taste in human flesh, but demonstrated he knew how to maintain and insure a long and successful business relationship. He'd remember that long friendship the next time the two of them talked about business.
The Bazaar's CEO and the American Businessman:
Although the Bazaar was now dealing with countries all over the world, only a few Westerners had learned the skill of developing a long-term business relationship profitable to both parties - the buyer and the seller. The Bazaar's chief CEO was telling the Minister only yesterday about an American that was mastering the art slowly but surely. The CEO told him the American dealer first gifted' the CEO with the best of his lot - a beautiful mixed blood boy they called a mulatto' who had a creamy brown complexion, an attractive muscular physique that showed off his best attributes, a handsome face with flashing black eyes, a thin pencil-line beard outlining his square jaws, a large well-formed circumcised prick atop nice rounded balls, and pearly white teeth shown off with a perpetual smile. The gift' would sell for a top price at any market in the world.
The CEO found the boy to be perfectly trained for the bed as befits a handsome body like his, totally accepting of his slave status, and proud to show off his body to any and everyone, practically inviting them to feel the body for themselves wherever they liked. After the CEO had enjoyed the gift to the fullest for a month or so, the American casually inquired as to whether the CEO had found the gift satisfactory in all ways, and, if not, he would be glad to exchange him for another boy perhaps more to his liking. When the CEO assured the American the gift had proved to be most satisfactory so far, the American seemed genuinely pleased and asked for nothing else at that meeting.
Another month passed and the American approached the CEO again. No mention was made of the mulatto slave he had gifted, but, after sipping some coffee and exchanging pleasantries, the American inquired if The Bazaar might be interested in selling 500 slaves similar to, but not quite as good as the gift slave. The American had the 500 in stock, could quickly airfreight them to The Bazaar's holding pens, and the Bazaar could sell them for whatever the market would bear, although he would like to place a reserve price on them if the market was abnormally down that day for some reason or another. The American assured the CEO he expected The Bazaar to make a decent profit on the sales, but he too would appreciate a reasonable profit on the sale to make his efforts worthwhile. Not another word was said as the two returned to exchanging pleasantries and sipping fresh coffee brought to them by a beautiful 14-year-old Syrian slave boy just beginning to move into manhood. About 15 minutes later, the Bazaar's CEO asked if tomorrow would be too early for shipping the lot over, with an auction scheduled two days later after the goods had been prepared for market. The American signaled to the slave boy for more coffee, remarked on the beautiful clear sky, and then said tomorrow would be fine for the shipment.
"Have your reserve price fastened to each slave's neck collar, my friend," the CEO advised. "Within three days, I'll have the receipts all made out along with your money in American dollars minus the Bazaar's usual 10% commission fee, Allah willing."
"Since I am uncertain of current market conditions, I will rely on you and your agents, my friend, to set a reasonable reserve on each of my slaves - low enough to assure no one leaves the auction block without a new owner; high enough to assure both of us the profits Allah wants us to have in our short lives."
"Very reasonable, my friend," the CEO replied assuringly. "My agents are experts at setting a reserve that practically guarantees no slave is left ownerless and our holding pens are emptied, yet assures both of us a good profit for all our hard work and careful planning."
"I was sure one as skilled as you in the sale of human livestock would know how best to handle the situation," the American said with a slight nod of thanks. "How long does an auction of 500 slaves usually take, my counsel and guide?"
"About four to five hours only. Some purchasers buy in whole lots, some will buy by the pair - that speeds it up considerably - but even single sales take no more than a minute or so. A quick pose on the block front and back with the slave showing off everything he has, a quick milking of his organ to show the quantity and quality of his output (of course he has been primed for this long before being on the block by my sales assistants), a quick bending over with spread legs to best display his hole with the auctioneer quickly inserting his finger up the hole to show how accepting the slave is of being potentially fucked, and the bids come in fast and furious. Usually, in a minute or two, the slave has a new owner although the bright lights prevent him from knowing just who it is or what they look like - old or young, male or female, dressed like the rich or in rags like the poor. Although, my friend, few in rags will be buying slaves of this quality," he chuckled.
"And how much can I expect on the average for slaves like this in an open auction, my wise one?" the American asked.
"The market is good right now, especially for American slaves with some black blood in them. I would guess, God willing, that if they look anything close to the gift you gave me some time back, the reserve on them would range from $600,000 to $800,000 and that they will probably sell in the $1 million range give or take a little. They're all around 20 or so and all good looking and well hung? And all are well trained in both sucking and offering up their asses for a good fucking?"
"Yes, my friend," the American answered sucking his lips that prices were that high nowadays.
"Then expect around 450 million in U.S. dollars after we have taken our modest commission, a mere 50 million in this case. Slavery can be most profitable if done right, my American friend. I hope you have no more than $450 million tied up your stock. Otherwise, this may not be the time to sell."
The American put his hand gently on the CEO's shoulder and laughed. "My sage, these slaves are all products of my breeding farm - that's why I can be fairly sure of their consistent quality. They cost me nothing more than the price of feeding and housing them over the past 20 years, their vaccinations and worming shots, the costs of their collars and genital bands, and, of course, the cost of branding them, and the wages of their trainers and handlers over the years. As you well know, bred slaves can be brought to market for a pittance in upkeep and training - why, they even grow their own food and most of the trainers and handlers are slaves themselves. So, my friend, out of that estimated $450 million, I'd say I invested less than $2 million over the past twenty years. There is no bank that will pay me that kind of interest on my investment."
"Certainly not, my friend. That explains both the success of The Bazaar as an outlet for all these efforts and also explains why slave breeding is rapidly becoming one of the world's largest industries."
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