Lending a Helping Hand Chapter 2
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Rob and Jean Harlow had been invited to dine with the friends they had met while on the holiday cruise a month before, they had found Mary and Jim to be fun and perhaps had let their hair down and their guard, letting slip that they having no relatives left had no ties to speak of. Rob had had a bit of a thing for Mary, and had come close to getting her to bed, which as a slightly overweight male of 50 odd it had been a big boost to his morale. Jean however was less keen when the invite for the weekend came, she felt a little left out, as Jim had not been as forthcoming as his wife had been with her husband. Not that she blamed him, after all she was average to look at and her figure was, well shall we say sagging a little, her 40dds were facing south and she had a bit of a spare tyre middle, it was a case of the mind being willing and the flesh being past its best.
they travelled down the 200 miles by car, to find the place a small mansion, quite remote but tidy. Jim and Mary greeting them cordially and plying them with strong drink from the off. They were told that there were 2 other guests coming the next day, nothing was said about rooms or the usual sort of stuff when you visited another couples home so they said nothing themselves. Neither the host or hostess bothering to change for dinner, or being anything but polite, but there was something neither guest could put their finger on, it was an atmosphere, nothing tangible just …something slightly out of the ordinary.
They both took it to be imagination, anyway the gong went for dinner and they were led into a large and well-furnished room, the meal was sumptuous and waited on by a couple of rather exceptional Amazonian type ladies, fit strong and exceptionally shaped, which Rob noted hopefully his eyes following the ladies as they went silently about their duties.
It was not missed by Jim who chuckled and said. “fancy one for bedtime then Rob?” Rob reddened a little conscious of his wife`s presence and muttering he was sure with a body like hers she would be inundated with offers and wouldn’t want an old boy like him! Mary then chipping in with “why didn’t he think he was man enough then?” a defensive Jean quickly coming back with” well he`s always been man enough for me!” to which they all chuckled. Coffee was served and the table cleared by the two servant women. The party moved to the sitting room and relaxed, though both guests felt strangely drowsy, putting it down at first to the journey though ,a strange feeling of euphoria slowly overtaking them both, along with a fit of giggling whenever anyone said anything showed that the coffee was d**gged in some way. Not that either of them cared, by now but their limbs seemed not to wish to function.
The two maids returned silently lifted first Jean and taking her from the room and after a few moments returning for Rob. Host and hostess staying to discuss the suitability of their latest pair of subjects and the price they would get for their car.
When sanity returned to Rob he found them in a semi lit room, their necks each in a steel collar locked on chains attached to rings in the wall allowing them to move about and reach one another or lay down, but that was about all. On the floor strewn with straw was a bucket and a bottle of water. they were not alone. Laid as they were on the straw, he became aware of other folk similarly chained by the neck, quietly watching them and waiting for them to awake, or perhaps speak.
He looked around and could see a walkway above them and along the opposite wall, at either end of the room a door and up to the door and the walkway a set of wide wooden steps.
After a while Jean came around and as soon as she was properly conscious and aware she began to cry. He soothed her as best he could be, suggesting it was a joke, in poor taste but an elaborate joke. To which his neighbour chuckled and said that’s what he had told Milly when we got here and never has a man been more wrong! He went on to introduce himself as Hiram j something or other though neither took in the full name. he went on to say that Milly was his wife and he hadn`t seen her for a few days, as they were not always returned in the right order when the loans were over just getting the next location on an available chain.
Rob was having trouble understanding all the information, he shook Hiram`s hand and asked him to explain slowly, which the small and portly man did, carefully choosing his words and explaining the d**g takes an hour or so to wear off.
It would seem; that this was the sleeping quarters, and through a door at the end was the cages, each day four or five would be presented in the cages, washed and tidy, folk would come pay as you would do in a library and borrow one of the caged subjects for a three-day stint as a BDSM sexual subject, they would be returned in three days but over that time they could be used sexually, abused even occasionally and unintentionally snuffed. Though there were extras to pay for damage, or death… Our pair sat horrified at the news…Hiram however said “that food in the cages was better than in here, and while at some folk`s homes it was a lot better so that there was always an incentive to be caged or out on loan. If you misbehaved you tended to be leant to the worst of the abusers, and if you really misbehaved you would be kept with the pigs fed with them and made to breed with them!” He went on that “Life was cheap here and it was a case of survival.” Finally, and most chillingly, he said” he had been here 2 years now, and had been leant out a couple of dozen or more times and did they wish to see his scars… oh and his brand and ear tag….?” By now jean was howling like a banshee and Rob was trying to calm her, but to no avail. He asked Hiram “why would anyone be interested in them sexually, they not being in the prime of life and got the reply that some folks got turned on by the older fatter folk, and anyway they had dicks, fannies and screamed when whipped, so as there was folk available rather than having to go find them, theses sadists paid for the easy to get bodies…it was as simple as that…. Robs jaw dropped as he was shown the ear tag and its number and the number was again burnt into the skin of the fat and naked little man`s rump. His eyes having become used to the gloom Rob could just about see that the remaining occupants were naked as the day they were born. It was not a pretty sight, most were in their 50`s 60`s or more, all looked harrowed and had that grey indifferent look that said they had given up hope.
Hiram warming to his subject now, told the new pair about the first few days here, how they would keep women for 6 weeks for ‘training purposes’ really to check that they were or were not having periods, those that still were fertile were priced higher and any offspring from a ‘lending out for breeding’ would be sold to the highest bidder there being a ready market with barren couples. Folk were encouraged to sleep with one another here in the sleeping chamber, as ‘it passed away the time’ and it ‘gave them lots of practise’ according to ‘the amazons’, (apparently the nickname for the guards) as he had said “the returning lends, were just put into the next available chain so there was little or no chance of a couple staying together, we are chained man then woman alternately and that was rigidly observed so the partner tonight may not be the partner tomorrow night, the only consolation being that you did get some variety…” by now Jean was nearing hysterics, they had over the years done a little swapping, and so on but this was serious sexual deviancy on a commercial scale, she was to be used as a whore, a target, a subject a slave, kept like an a****l …and she was having trouble getting her head round the situation.
Hiram relishing the bad news he was imparting then said “there`s no way out of this place , if you become crippled, ill or damaged badly you are put on the snuffing list, folks come and pay big time to pick a subject, then use you to death in the chamber behind here, see those vents, they are so we can hear our loved ones and friends screaming their last, perhaps as a warning god knows what they do, but it goes quiet eventually and the amazons have us feed the remains to the pigs, so there is no trail…”
By this time poor Jean was wide eyed and jabbering, Rob trying to at least calm her said “that he was sure it was all a big joke in bad taste,” but unperturbed Hiram said that “the next day there was to be a snuffing, and they could hear for themselves,” then he turned over grunted “please yourselves” and lay dozing in the deep straw, leaving them to cogitate their plight.
It took Rob a good hour to get Jean to quieten and another half to get her to fitfully sleep. It was a fraught night. At dawn, next day, the light came in through the skylight and at last Rob could see the rest of the inmates laying in the long straw filled room. Dust catching in the shafts of sunlight, picking out one of the sleepers, a tidy looking woman of about 50 summers, naked as the day, who at any other time would have been a target for his lust, but today it was just another chained naked woman.
To the left was a door, they had been last in, and were at the end of the line ominously between there and the door there were two more chains and Rob mused, ‘had not mine host mentioned two more folk arriving today… ‘ god help them, this would take thinking about. Another older man sat up and looked about wildly, eyes staring about as if to take in the whole scene… he saw rob sitting up and said “hi” I`m Mike, they chatted a little, and he confirmed all that Hiram had said, then explained that” today there was a selection for a snuff auction, one of the poor souls put up would not see the sunset today, and that he was himself, one on the list”…Robs blood froze, small wonder that the man had looked about so intently.
Slowly but surely each secured person came too, buckets were being used, not one person showing a sign of embarrassment, or shyness, they had had their dignity removed long since. He counted 27, all on the collars and chains. Mike saw his intense stares and said that, “the day starts here with parade to see we are all her, and so we can watch the marking of any newcomers, after that what they call breakfast then we slop out and shower and then at about mid-day they parade for the cages those they want for today`s selection. After that the selected are left to wait and the rest returned to here, that`s till the late selection, , after the second auction the rejected are allowed to return and then we get the second meal, before we are re-secured for the night. Those that had been away for the 3 or 4 days being punished get returned and can rest for 48 hours, before they are eligible for selection once again. And that’s it, our lives in a nutshell.”
Rob was open mouthed, he realised his wife had now awoken and sat up listening, white lipped and fearful.
She whispered that she needed to pee, and he pointed at the bucket saying don’t be bashful sweety, it`s going to get worse I reckon. As discretely as she possibly could she, used the bucket trying desperately not to attract the attention of others, no one took a blind bit of notice, they had all gone through the process them-selves and it was now just a part of their lives.
An amazon appeared through the door to their end which she left open, she looked tall and powerful as she went amongst the slaves, unlocking the chains and attaching each to his next fellow man`s collar.
A second amazon appeared and the assembled string marched out through the far door. Neither woman had come near either Rob or his wife. The smell from the buckets was overwhelming, and they were glad of the through draft clearing the feted air.
They could hear roll call, or rather a count of souls. Through the far door. They held hands silently waiting whatever was in the pipeline for them both. Fortunately, Jean had not heard either Hiram or Mike mentioning the brand or the tag or she would have been in hysterics again.
Another, this time a fresh, amazon appeared, this one a dark haired busty lady with a sadistic smile, she linked the two collars undoing them from the wall then with a curt “follow me” set off, leading them like dogs on a lead. The far door led to a big barn like room, along one side a line of empty cages with the row of other slaves outside and facing the open area and the stage.
Three amazons all wearing the saffron coloured clinging suits, stood beside a table and a brazier up on a small stage. The amazon leading our couple gave Jeans chain to one of the women and she was pulled up onto the stage, Rob being secured to a ring on the wall where he too could see. His wife was told that she must strip and reluctantly realising resistance was futile, her shaking fingers began to undo the suit top she was wearing. Slowly the clothes pealed, jacket, then blouse, skirt then nylons, girdle then jewellery. At that she stopped, but at a prod from one of the women the bra, and finally the knickers, came off. She stood naked, red as a turkey cock, embarrassed beyond measure, under the eyes of the rest of the slaves, none of which were showing signs of any interest other than the knowledge that they had all had had this embarrassment at some point. Sadly, they also knew what came next. One of the amazons grabbed Jean and before she could protest had her head flat on the table, the other women grabbed at her wrists and in seconds had her tied down, by this time she was begging to be released, for mercy, and screeching her empty threats.
There was a click, intense pain in her right ear lobe and in a trice, it was over, she had a disk on her right lobe, proclaiming she was number 375. She now expected to be released, though she found them stepping back from her still secured. Suddenly pain ripped through her buttock, it was more intense than she had ever experienced, the initial screaming pain eased, and a throbbing deep seated ache replaced it. She was sprayed, and a patch of some sort placed over the point of the pain, the ropes were released, and an amazon then led her naked to the string of slaves to secure her to them, tear-full and still in intense pain. It was Robs turn, he was led to the stage where unbidden he stripped, and meekly took his place to be secured. He knew what to expect and was not to be disappointed, the click of the disk being inserted was immediately followed by the application of the hot iron, then the spray and the all cooling patch, with as much dignity as he could muster, he was led to the chain and took his place tears silently falling from his eyes he was now number 376.
The ceremony over, a cook appeared, placing plates and spoons in every hand, porridge, thick glutinous and cool. Every-man-jack galloped it down ravenously, Jean alone rejecting hers, moaning at the cook as she threw it to the ground cursing it as “swill.”
An Amazon appeared, swatted her across her shoulders, laughed and said that “that madam was your first warning, and your last, tonight you will eat the meal and be glad…or thrashed!”
Fortunately, Jean managed to hold her tongue.
They were herded back to collect the stinking buckets then marched to a midden, then on into a long room where they were showered and allowed to wash the buckets, before being returned still wet to the straw.
An hour or more passed, each silently laying damply in the long draughty room until an amazon appeared and they were returned to the big room. Here a number was called, and that chap stepped forward, he knew better than not. He was released from the collar end of the chain and led to cage 1, this was repeated five times, all men and then the amazon called out that;” one of you will be selected today. I suggest each of you say goodbye in case it is you especially if your wife is present, there will be no other chances then we will leave you to await the auction.”
Sad goodbye scenes were re-enacted down the line and the remaing slaves were then marched away leaving the five prospective souls to await their fate.
They lay in the straw when through the half open door, they heard the auction going on, one bid then another flew, each cage number in turn being bid on, Hiram saying that “the one with the highest bid will be the unlucky one.” Sadly, someone must have heard and the door was closed before the end of the sale and it was with disappointment that the listeners slumped back into the straw.
A meal of sorts was delivered, cold lumpy mash, greasy chops and gluey gravy, it was unappetising and if they didn’t know it was all they would be getting and they needed to be keeping them alive, most would have left the stuff on the plates.
Another hour or so passed, then four men returned, to the relief of their respective women. One lady a matron with sagging tits, belly and long auburn hair began screaming and wailing, knowing it was her husband that had been bought.
A few minutes past then a new scream echoed hers round the long room, it emanated from the vents, there was no way of missing that scream, every slave in the place had his or her eyes glued to that vent, each knowing that some hideous thing was being inflicted on this, poor-ladies partner/husband or lover of many years and it was going to be terminal and extremely painful they all knew that. There was a pause, a man`s voice could be heard crying for mercy, begging whoever to finish him quickly to which the answer was a voice laughing and saying “you have no chance at these price`s, it is a once in a lifetime chance to enjoy your suffering” and it went on that he was, “going to suffer for my sadistic enjoyment as I have till dawn, I am only sorry I couldn’t afford a woman, but you will do…” the scream came again, long and drawn out, then a hardly recognisable voice screaming “My balls My balls, God above, my balls” then another scream then silence. That lasted a few minutes then presumably the subject came back from the u*********s world he had drifted off to, the screaming started once more, high and way beyond the normal range, a voice said “they should soon rip right off, you don’t need them anyway!” the scream became a sob, then began again, the voice still interposing “my balls my balls” between the guttural screams. someone in the slaves was comforting the wife or partner, but not one of them could do more than wish it over and they knew it.
Hour after hour the screams rang round the long room, ever occupant wishing the poor sod either to get on and die or to at least go silent ….and sooner rather than later, there were few who allowed themselves the thought that this would be the end of us all.
As dawn rose the screams faded, and finally silence reigned. It had been a long, long night. They were paraded, then the day began again, the burnt and mutilated body of the slave appeared on a trolley, they made sure that the whole lot saw it Wife included, while they removed the collar. the eyes of the slaves all went automatically to the penile area just to find out what he had been screaming about. The scrotum was flat and at least 6” across, the balls had been crushed and slowly no doubt.
A huge mincer that had been un-noticed under a tarp in the corner, it was now uncovered and the thing started The poor remains where un-ceremonially thrown head first into the hopper and the hideous thing chewed and screeched its way through the damaged body now happily devoid of any further life taking a few minutes to reduce said cadaver to a red porridge that was pushed from the awful mincer into a wheeled bucket. they told the slaves it would be mixed into the swill and fed to the pigs, the sad partner was beside herself and showing signs of a mental breakdown by the time the spectacle was over.
However, the cages needed filling, and folk showering and… sadists that they were that night they were served burgers, though they had no idea from whence the meat came…it was a case of eat or die…
the day starts here with parade to see we are all her, and so we can watch the marking of newcomers, then what they call breakfast after which we slop out and shower and then at about mid-day they parade for selection to the cages those they want for today`s selection. After that the selected are sent out and the rest returned to here, till the later selection, then we get the second meal, before we are re-secured for the night. Those that had been away for the 3 or 4 days get returned and can rest for 48 hours, before they are eligible for selection again. And that’s it our lives in a nutshell.
Rob and Jean Harlow had been invited to dine with the friends they had met while on the holiday cruise a month before, they had found Mary and Jim to be fun and perhaps had let their hair down and their guard, letting slip that they having no relatives left had no ties to speak of. Rob had had a bit of a thing for Mary, and had come close to getting her to bed, which as a slightly overweight male of 50 odd it had been a big boost to his morale. Jean however was less keen when the invite for the weekend came, she felt a little left out, as Jim had not been as forthcoming as his wife had been with her husband. Not that she blamed him, after all she was average to look at and her figure was, well shall we say sagging a little, her 40dds were facing south and she had a bit of a spare tyre middle, it was a case of the mind being willing and the flesh being past its best.
they travelled down the 200 miles by car, to find the place a small mansion, quite remote but tidy. Jim and Mary greeting them cordially and plying them with strong drink from the off. They were told that there were 2 other guests coming the next day, nothing was said about rooms or the usual sort of stuff when you visited another couples home so they said nothing themselves. Neither the host or hostess bothering to change for dinner, or being anything but polite, but there was something neither guest could put their finger on, it was an atmosphere, nothing tangible just …something slightly out of the ordinary.
They both took it to be imagination, anyway the gong went for dinner and they were led into a large and well-furnished room, the meal was sumptuous and waited on by a couple of rather exceptional Amazonian type ladies, fit strong and exceptionally shaped, which Rob noted hopefully his eyes following the ladies as they went silently about their duties.
It was not missed by Jim who chuckled and said. “fancy one for bedtime then Rob?” Rob reddened a little conscious of his wife`s presence and muttering he was sure with a body like hers she would be inundated with offers and wouldn’t want an old boy like him! Mary then chipping in with “why didn’t he think he was man enough then?” a defensive Jean quickly coming back with” well he`s always been man enough for me!” to which they all chuckled. Coffee was served and the table cleared by the two servant women. The party moved to the sitting room and relaxed, though both guests felt strangely drowsy, putting it down at first to the journey though ,a strange feeling of euphoria slowly overtaking them both, along with a fit of giggling whenever anyone said anything showed that the coffee was d**gged in some way. Not that either of them cared, by now but their limbs seemed not to wish to function.
The two maids returned silently lifted first Jean and taking her from the room and after a few moments returning for Rob. Host and hostess staying to discuss the suitability of their latest pair of subjects and the price they would get for their car.
When sanity returned to Rob he found them in a semi lit room, their necks each in a steel collar locked on chains attached to rings in the wall allowing them to move about and reach one another or lay down, but that was about all. On the floor strewn with straw was a bucket and a bottle of water. they were not alone. Laid as they were on the straw, he became aware of other folk similarly chained by the neck, quietly watching them and waiting for them to awake, or perhaps speak.
He looked around and could see a walkway above them and along the opposite wall, at either end of the room a door and up to the door and the walkway a set of wide wooden steps.
After a while Jean came around and as soon as she was properly conscious and aware she began to cry. He soothed her as best he could be, suggesting it was a joke, in poor taste but an elaborate joke. To which his neighbour chuckled and said that’s what he had told Milly when we got here and never has a man been more wrong! He went on to introduce himself as Hiram j something or other though neither took in the full name. he went on to say that Milly was his wife and he hadn`t seen her for a few days, as they were not always returned in the right order when the loans were over just getting the next location on an available chain.
Rob was having trouble understanding all the information, he shook Hiram`s hand and asked him to explain slowly, which the small and portly man did, carefully choosing his words and explaining the d**g takes an hour or so to wear off.
It would seem; that this was the sleeping quarters, and through a door at the end was the cages, each day four or five would be presented in the cages, washed and tidy, folk would come pay as you would do in a library and borrow one of the caged subjects for a three-day stint as a BDSM sexual subject, they would be returned in three days but over that time they could be used sexually, abused even occasionally and unintentionally snuffed. Though there were extras to pay for damage, or death… Our pair sat horrified at the news…Hiram however said “that food in the cages was better than in here, and while at some folk`s homes it was a lot better so that there was always an incentive to be caged or out on loan. If you misbehaved you tended to be leant to the worst of the abusers, and if you really misbehaved you would be kept with the pigs fed with them and made to breed with them!” He went on that “Life was cheap here and it was a case of survival.” Finally, and most chillingly, he said” he had been here 2 years now, and had been leant out a couple of dozen or more times and did they wish to see his scars… oh and his brand and ear tag….?” By now jean was howling like a banshee and Rob was trying to calm her, but to no avail. He asked Hiram “why would anyone be interested in them sexually, they not being in the prime of life and got the reply that some folks got turned on by the older fatter folk, and anyway they had dicks, fannies and screamed when whipped, so as there was folk available rather than having to go find them, theses sadists paid for the easy to get bodies…it was as simple as that…. Robs jaw dropped as he was shown the ear tag and its number and the number was again burnt into the skin of the fat and naked little man`s rump. His eyes having become used to the gloom Rob could just about see that the remaining occupants were naked as the day they were born. It was not a pretty sight, most were in their 50`s 60`s or more, all looked harrowed and had that grey indifferent look that said they had given up hope.
Hiram warming to his subject now, told the new pair about the first few days here, how they would keep women for 6 weeks for ‘training purposes’ really to check that they were or were not having periods, those that still were fertile were priced higher and any offspring from a ‘lending out for breeding’ would be sold to the highest bidder there being a ready market with barren couples. Folk were encouraged to sleep with one another here in the sleeping chamber, as ‘it passed away the time’ and it ‘gave them lots of practise’ according to ‘the amazons’, (apparently the nickname for the guards) as he had said “the returning lends, were just put into the next available chain so there was little or no chance of a couple staying together, we are chained man then woman alternately and that was rigidly observed so the partner tonight may not be the partner tomorrow night, the only consolation being that you did get some variety…” by now Jean was nearing hysterics, they had over the years done a little swapping, and so on but this was serious sexual deviancy on a commercial scale, she was to be used as a whore, a target, a subject a slave, kept like an a****l …and she was having trouble getting her head round the situation.
Hiram relishing the bad news he was imparting then said “there`s no way out of this place , if you become crippled, ill or damaged badly you are put on the snuffing list, folks come and pay big time to pick a subject, then use you to death in the chamber behind here, see those vents, they are so we can hear our loved ones and friends screaming their last, perhaps as a warning god knows what they do, but it goes quiet eventually and the amazons have us feed the remains to the pigs, so there is no trail…”
By this time poor Jean was wide eyed and jabbering, Rob trying to at least calm her said “that he was sure it was all a big joke in bad taste,” but unperturbed Hiram said that “the next day there was to be a snuffing, and they could hear for themselves,” then he turned over grunted “please yourselves” and lay dozing in the deep straw, leaving them to cogitate their plight.
It took Rob a good hour to get Jean to quieten and another half to get her to fitfully sleep. It was a fraught night. At dawn, next day, the light came in through the skylight and at last Rob could see the rest of the inmates laying in the long straw filled room. Dust catching in the shafts of sunlight, picking out one of the sleepers, a tidy looking woman of about 50 summers, naked as the day, who at any other time would have been a target for his lust, but today it was just another chained naked woman.
To the left was a door, they had been last in, and were at the end of the line ominously between there and the door there were two more chains and Rob mused, ‘had not mine host mentioned two more folk arriving today… ‘ god help them, this would take thinking about. Another older man sat up and looked about wildly, eyes staring about as if to take in the whole scene… he saw rob sitting up and said “hi” I`m Mike, they chatted a little, and he confirmed all that Hiram had said, then explained that” today there was a selection for a snuff auction, one of the poor souls put up would not see the sunset today, and that he was himself, one on the list”…Robs blood froze, small wonder that the man had looked about so intently.
Slowly but surely each secured person came too, buckets were being used, not one person showing a sign of embarrassment, or shyness, they had had their dignity removed long since. He counted 27, all on the collars and chains. Mike saw his intense stares and said that, “the day starts here with parade to see we are all her, and so we can watch the marking of any newcomers, after that what they call breakfast then we slop out and shower and then at about mid-day they parade for the cages those they want for today`s selection. After that the selected are left to wait and the rest returned to here, that`s till the late selection, , after the second auction the rejected are allowed to return and then we get the second meal, before we are re-secured for the night. Those that had been away for the 3 or 4 days being punished get returned and can rest for 48 hours, before they are eligible for selection once again. And that’s it, our lives in a nutshell.”
Rob was open mouthed, he realised his wife had now awoken and sat up listening, white lipped and fearful.
She whispered that she needed to pee, and he pointed at the bucket saying don’t be bashful sweety, it`s going to get worse I reckon. As discretely as she possibly could she, used the bucket trying desperately not to attract the attention of others, no one took a blind bit of notice, they had all gone through the process them-selves and it was now just a part of their lives.
An amazon appeared through the door to their end which she left open, she looked tall and powerful as she went amongst the slaves, unlocking the chains and attaching each to his next fellow man`s collar.
A second amazon appeared and the assembled string marched out through the far door. Neither woman had come near either Rob or his wife. The smell from the buckets was overwhelming, and they were glad of the through draft clearing the feted air.
They could hear roll call, or rather a count of souls. Through the far door. They held hands silently waiting whatever was in the pipeline for them both. Fortunately, Jean had not heard either Hiram or Mike mentioning the brand or the tag or she would have been in hysterics again.
Another, this time a fresh, amazon appeared, this one a dark haired busty lady with a sadistic smile, she linked the two collars undoing them from the wall then with a curt “follow me” set off, leading them like dogs on a lead. The far door led to a big barn like room, along one side a line of empty cages with the row of other slaves outside and facing the open area and the stage.
Three amazons all wearing the saffron coloured clinging suits, stood beside a table and a brazier up on a small stage. The amazon leading our couple gave Jeans chain to one of the women and she was pulled up onto the stage, Rob being secured to a ring on the wall where he too could see. His wife was told that she must strip and reluctantly realising resistance was futile, her shaking fingers began to undo the suit top she was wearing. Slowly the clothes pealed, jacket, then blouse, skirt then nylons, girdle then jewellery. At that she stopped, but at a prod from one of the women the bra, and finally the knickers, came off. She stood naked, red as a turkey cock, embarrassed beyond measure, under the eyes of the rest of the slaves, none of which were showing signs of any interest other than the knowledge that they had all had had this embarrassment at some point. Sadly, they also knew what came next. One of the amazons grabbed Jean and before she could protest had her head flat on the table, the other women grabbed at her wrists and in seconds had her tied down, by this time she was begging to be released, for mercy, and screeching her empty threats.
There was a click, intense pain in her right ear lobe and in a trice, it was over, she had a disk on her right lobe, proclaiming she was number 375. She now expected to be released, though she found them stepping back from her still secured. Suddenly pain ripped through her buttock, it was more intense than she had ever experienced, the initial screaming pain eased, and a throbbing deep seated ache replaced it. She was sprayed, and a patch of some sort placed over the point of the pain, the ropes were released, and an amazon then led her naked to the string of slaves to secure her to them, tear-full and still in intense pain. It was Robs turn, he was led to the stage where unbidden he stripped, and meekly took his place to be secured. He knew what to expect and was not to be disappointed, the click of the disk being inserted was immediately followed by the application of the hot iron, then the spray and the all cooling patch, with as much dignity as he could muster, he was led to the chain and took his place tears silently falling from his eyes he was now number 376.
The ceremony over, a cook appeared, placing plates and spoons in every hand, porridge, thick glutinous and cool. Every-man-jack galloped it down ravenously, Jean alone rejecting hers, moaning at the cook as she threw it to the ground cursing it as “swill.”
An Amazon appeared, swatted her across her shoulders, laughed and said that “that madam was your first warning, and your last, tonight you will eat the meal and be glad…or thrashed!”
Fortunately, Jean managed to hold her tongue.
They were herded back to collect the stinking buckets then marched to a midden, then on into a long room where they were showered and allowed to wash the buckets, before being returned still wet to the straw.
An hour or more passed, each silently laying damply in the long draughty room until an amazon appeared and they were returned to the big room. Here a number was called, and that chap stepped forward, he knew better than not. He was released from the collar end of the chain and led to cage 1, this was repeated five times, all men and then the amazon called out that;” one of you will be selected today. I suggest each of you say goodbye in case it is you especially if your wife is present, there will be no other chances then we will leave you to await the auction.”
Sad goodbye scenes were re-enacted down the line and the remaing slaves were then marched away leaving the five prospective souls to await their fate.
They lay in the straw when through the half open door, they heard the auction going on, one bid then another flew, each cage number in turn being bid on, Hiram saying that “the one with the highest bid will be the unlucky one.” Sadly, someone must have heard and the door was closed before the end of the sale and it was with disappointment that the listeners slumped back into the straw.
A meal of sorts was delivered, cold lumpy mash, greasy chops and gluey gravy, it was unappetising and if they didn’t know it was all they would be getting and they needed to be keeping them alive, most would have left the stuff on the plates.
Another hour or so passed, then four men returned, to the relief of their respective women. One lady a matron with sagging tits, belly and long auburn hair began screaming and wailing, knowing it was her husband that had been bought.
A few minutes past then a new scream echoed hers round the long room, it emanated from the vents, there was no way of missing that scream, every slave in the place had his or her eyes glued to that vent, each knowing that some hideous thing was being inflicted on this, poor-ladies partner/husband or lover of many years and it was going to be terminal and extremely painful they all knew that. There was a pause, a man`s voice could be heard crying for mercy, begging whoever to finish him quickly to which the answer was a voice laughing and saying “you have no chance at these price`s, it is a once in a lifetime chance to enjoy your suffering” and it went on that he was, “going to suffer for my sadistic enjoyment as I have till dawn, I am only sorry I couldn’t afford a woman, but you will do…” the scream came again, long and drawn out, then a hardly recognisable voice screaming “My balls My balls, God above, my balls” then another scream then silence. That lasted a few minutes then presumably the subject came back from the u*********s world he had drifted off to, the screaming started once more, high and way beyond the normal range, a voice said “they should soon rip right off, you don’t need them anyway!” the scream became a sob, then began again, the voice still interposing “my balls my balls” between the guttural screams. someone in the slaves was comforting the wife or partner, but not one of them could do more than wish it over and they knew it.
Hour after hour the screams rang round the long room, ever occupant wishing the poor sod either to get on and die or to at least go silent ….and sooner rather than later, there were few who allowed themselves the thought that this would be the end of us all.
As dawn rose the screams faded, and finally silence reigned. It had been a long, long night. They were paraded, then the day began again, the burnt and mutilated body of the slave appeared on a trolley, they made sure that the whole lot saw it Wife included, while they removed the collar. the eyes of the slaves all went automatically to the penile area just to find out what he had been screaming about. The scrotum was flat and at least 6” across, the balls had been crushed and slowly no doubt.
A huge mincer that had been un-noticed under a tarp in the corner, it was now uncovered and the thing started The poor remains where un-ceremonially thrown head first into the hopper and the hideous thing chewed and screeched its way through the damaged body now happily devoid of any further life taking a few minutes to reduce said cadaver to a red porridge that was pushed from the awful mincer into a wheeled bucket. they told the slaves it would be mixed into the swill and fed to the pigs, the sad partner was beside herself and showing signs of a mental breakdown by the time the spectacle was over.
However, the cages needed filling, and folk showering and… sadists that they were that night they were served burgers, though they had no idea from whence the meat came…it was a case of eat or die…
the day starts here with parade to see we are all her, and so we can watch the marking of newcomers, then what they call breakfast after which we slop out and shower and then at about mid-day they parade for selection to the cages those they want for today`s selection. After that the selected are sent out and the rest returned to here, till the later selection, then we get the second meal, before we are re-secured for the night. Those that had been away for the 3 or 4 days get returned and can rest for 48 hours, before they are eligible for selection again. And that’s it our lives in a nutshell.
Safiya
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