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THE ARABIAN NIGHTS VIRTUAL WORLD In the not too distant future holiday trips to virtual worlds will become a reality. This story is based on a trip to one such created world. To work the worlds would of course have there own rules and the very good ones would feel just as real as reality itself. Whilst the worlds would all have some emergency escape option, it is probable for realism that these would be difficult to access. The visitor would most likely exit via a certain portal or after a certain period. Time in such worlds would have a dream like quality so would be much faster than in the real world. An actual weekend of real time may translate as several months. As for the internet sex will most likely play a large part in this and of course some worlds would appeal more to a certain gender or age group than others. INTRODUCTION TO ARABIAN WORLD ? by: Milida Being a hot-blooded male of college age, I was very keen to take up another student's offer of a free visit to the Arabian Nights world. Such virtual world romps were well beyond my meager student allowance. The other student was Muslim and talked very glowingly of this world and the many opportunities for adventure and hot sex it offered. He said that the world was very complex and offered many possible scenarios that one could never get bored of it. At first I wondered why he made such a generous offer to me as we weren't particularly close friends, if anything I felt there was some tension between us and even resentment. I was a much more able student than Asam. On reflection however I noticed that Asam did not have any close friends at college and I was probably the closest approximation to one he had and I did share a room with him. Given his much greater familiarity with the world I let him select the basic settings. I only insisted that my character would not experience any major physical harm during the time their, nor would he be made a eunuch or be enslaved by someone. Given the abundance of magic in the world I also stipulated that I did not wish to be transformed into a slave or other male form (as the rules governing enslavement only covered your original form) nor an animal, plant or inanimate object. I was vaguely aware that these exclusion clauses were a little like a contract with the devil as the operating system generally liked to find ways around them. I however didn't want to put too much in or my time in the virtual world would be very dull. Asam smiled at my na?ve thinking regarding exclusions but as I said this was to be my first experience. It was very exciting to walk through the portal, and like all new timers I was amazed my just how real everything seemed. Sights, smells, touch and taste, were unbelievably real. Whilst Asam looked the same I noticed that my form had changed. I now looked just as Arabic as Asam. I also noticed that I had a small tattoo on my left wrist. He explained that the tattoo was simply a marker that could be used to identify me, if something untoward happened. It was a butterfly and seemed somewhat effeminate to me, but he assured me by showing a similar one on his left wrist that it was quite normal practice and represented the twisted sense of humor of the OS. After visiting our accommodation, Asam took us on a tour of the city. This of course included a visit to the slave market and one of the better class brothels. SLAVE MARKET The slave market was housed inside an enormously cavernous room, which was divided into sections. In the middle was an auction stand but surrounding it was specialist carrels. These included specialties such as, dancing girls, sex slaves, personal attendant slaves and human pony slaves. There was also an untrained section for those who liked to do their own training. This was generally full of freshly captured slaves. Nearly all the slaves were female and most of the buyer's male. Some women however also made purchases but mostly for personal attendant slaves. Many also brought their slaves to these dealers for specialist training. In this regard I overheard one women make inquiries about how her slave was progressing. The dealer advised her, "Your girl is almost ready, it took some time to break her will but now she is very compliant and learning her lessons well. She will attend you well ma'me and obey your every Command." "Good to hear Jessock," she grinned wickedly, "I'm sure she will enjoy serving me in this new way...no one rejects me and gets away with it." She noticed that I was listening and turned to me, "You interested in the training are you? I'm sure Jessock could arrange it if you want it." I give her a horrified look. "No then," she continued to tease, "Then be careful how you treat a girl or you could share the same fate sir. No more penis and slave for ever to your former beloved." I quickly walked away from her and shaken I asked Asam, "It is possible that her ex-boyfriend is now one of those girls?" "Very possible I'm afraid, although the practice is highly illegal. Women have no souls, so trapping a male is such alien flesh is a great sin, but many have the magic to do it. I have heard many women are very excited about the prospect of having such a trapped male in their tender mercies. Revenge on our sex I suppose. I can not think of any worse fate for a man." Although somewhat disturbed by that discussion, I decided to stay with Asam to watch the actual auction process and look more closely at the merchandise. The girls had all been trained how best to show off their assets. One group provocatively rubbed their breasts asked the bars of the cage, another group leered at us. Repeatedly we heard pleas to be bought. Whilst most girls were sold by individual haggling some are sold by auction. These were usually the better-trained or more exquisite females. They were taken up one by one and chained to a post on a raised platform. All were naked and expected to perform a lude dance as the bidding went on. BROTHEL DRAMAS During the next few days I also took time to experience, the pleasure of the brothel slaves at a number of the higher-class establishments. Although the city had a true red light district, Asam shunned it preferring to use establishments with specially trained slaves. Many of the slaves were of course simply captured whores, but some had been specially trained as slaves as either some form of personal punishment or to humiliate a family. There was no lower form of slave than those that were incarcerated in a brothel. After visiting one flash establishment on more than one occasion, I felt something like a regular. The number of options and forms of sex available there was mind boggling, but up to that visit I had been very conservative in my selections. I boasted to Asam that I was prepared to try anything. Given that I wanted to be adventuresome, the whip mistress suggested I simply spin the wheel to select my next experience. In the foyer of the establishment was an enormous wheel that had separate numbers for all of the various specialties of the house. Asam dared me to accept whatever the spin delivered. She laughed when it landed on twenty and said, "I'm sure you will find this experience very illuminating," and turning to Asam added, "Won't he Asam." "Indeed he will," grinned Asam, "Can I watch?" I wondered whether I should back out of this dare, "This isn't going to hurt me is it?" "Of course not sir, we never do anything that would permanently harm a client. You have my guarantee that you will leave tomorrow just as you entered tonight, if that's what you wish," she finished with a wink. "Will you tell me what it is then." "No," cut in Asam, "That would not be part of the dare, I think you will learn form tonight's experience and probably enjoy it. Either do it or admit your cowardice." Reluctantly I agreed and followed the whip mistress upstairs. I rationalized to myself that it could not be that bad, and sex however kinky could not kill you. When I got to the room I was expecting something quite kinky, but to my surprise, the room was set up like a kings sleeping quarters. The room even had some 'potential' slave girls sitting on the floor. "Sir your nights entertainment is to first select the girl you find most charming. After she has satisfied your sexual lusts and deepest desires, you will watch as each girl in turn is branded, collared and dressed appropriately for slave training and sale at the auctions." The girls were all dressed in western clothes of a 1950's vintage and all looked quite western, half being actually blond. They almost looked like some victims of a white slave trading ring. "Are the girls actually going to be sold after my session?" I queried. "No sir," she answered "these girls are just being reminded that they could be sold at anytime if they do not please me, the master or a client. Also sir you are to show no mercy, all the girls must be re- branded and collared by the morning, is that understood. Therefore your pleadings to stop it will be ignored by the eunuch is that understood?" "Yes, but why would I want to stop it?" "You may have your reasons, weakness I suppose. Enjoy the night," she concluded as she left and locked the door. There was obviously some catch here, but I couldn't for the life of me work it out. The girls all seemed harmless and well cowered and the Eunuch would always have to obey the master in all things over than the collaring and branding. Giving up on my speculations, I went up to the girls to select my passion slave for the night. To my surprise they all were very keen to be selected. Given that the main evenings entertainment was meant to be their collaring and branding I thought they would be much more subdued. I however just put it down to their good training. Nevertheless, I asked, "Are you being punished by coming here?" "No sir," one answered, "we all very much want to be here and have the chance to sleep with you." "Oh well, I am afraid then that five of you will be disappointed." "Sir do you know what will happen tonight?" the same girl asked. "Other than the collaring and the branding of you girls, No." She and the others giggled and then she continued, "Sir I'm sure you will be surprised and learn much tonight" A different girl asked, "Do you not think it cruel that we are to be branded and collared?" "I suppose it is the fate of slaves, I do not care greatly," I responded trying to sound like a local male. "Perhaps you might feel differently if it was your butt," she snapped back, to which all of the girls giggled. "Is anyone going to tell me what is going on." They all grinned and in unison shook their pretty heads. I realized they were not going to tell me more so decided I might as well simply go along with my selection. All the girls were very pretty so in the end I simply selected the bold girl who had answered my initial question. "Thank you sir," she answered with very clear delight. I felt somewhat flattered in spite of suspecting it was something of a con, but took my selected beauty up to the very large bed placed in the middle of the room. Once on the bed she quickly took off her dress and wiggled her butt at me. "You like what you see?" she teased. "Very much," I answered. "You find me pretty and well formed then?" "Petal you are like an angel, I can see no flaw in you beautiful body." "You want to get in my panties real bad then?" she asked with a grin. "Yes very much," I replied and with humor added, "they are very pretty, but not as nice as the treasure they cover." "Then you like my body very much, tell me how much you want it," she cheekily said. "I want you real bad," I played along. "Do you want my boobies?" she asked as she took her bra off. "Yes," I answered. As she took of her panties she continued, "and my pussy?" "Yes I want every inch of you." "Good I want your body real bad to, you can't guess how much I want your penis and how much I want you inside me." I smiled at that and said "my treasure come to me and let us share or lust and bodies." "Your wish is my command," she said as she coupled with me. When my climax hit it exploded through my body into the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt like I was literally leaving my body. Then things suddenly went strange and I momentarily blacked out. When I recovered I noticed that we must have rolled and switched positions. I felt very woozy and weak and felt the weight of the girl pressing down on me. As she moved off me, I got a shock, as she looked very different to what I remembered. In fact, she now looked just like me instead of the girl she had been. I then realized that I also looked different and as the reality dawned, I let out a large scream of shock. "My little slave girl has suddenly realized the purpose of this room. It is so precious mostly we get effeminate men, not someone who took a dare. I will greatly enjoy your body and your humiliation tonight," said the transformed women. I drew away from him and started shaking uncontrollably. After that all I could manage to do was mumble, "I don't want to be a women." The transformed woman simply ignored my distress and ordered, "Put back on my clothes and join the other girls." This callousness inspired a reaction in me and I responded, "I do not wish to put on such things and I demand to be changed back." "That will not be happening tonight. You have one more chance to do what I demand or be punished," he answered with clear growing anger. I still refused to do as ordered and demanded, "Change me back now I've had enough of this." My former self nodded at the bemused eunuch, who simply grabbed me and started to flay my bottom with a small whip. The whip actually drew blood and I was shocked by how much it hurt. After six strokes he asked me, "Will you now do as the master asks?" Not wishing more damage to my posterior, I nodded my compliance. "Good," said the master with clear glee, "you will learn to be compliant tonight." I gathered up her clothes and tried to work out how to put them on. I had no problem with the panties and quickly stepped into those, but the bra confused me. Seeing my confusion he turned to one of the other five women and ordered, "One of you go and help this stupid slave girl who can not even remember how to dress." Silently one of the girls came forward and helped me dress. After helping me get my boobs into the bra she put the suspender belt around my waist and connected the stockings to it. She also helped me into the petticoat and dress. The master then got me to turn around and show of my clothes, he then asked me to lift my dress up and placed his hand on the elastic of my panties. With a wicked grin he said, "I'm sure you didn't expect your wish to get in my panties would be so literally delivered. I hope you enjoy your finery more than me." To both of us he then said, "You may both rejoin the others." I then followed the women who had helped dress me back to where the other women sat and after sitting started to once more rock in a distressed manner. One of them put an arm around my shoulder to try and calm me. "How sweet," said the master, "It is however time to get down to the real business of the evening." "Sacros, pick the first girl for branding and collaring, please however make sure you leave my little lovebird to last. Particularly given she has only just dressed." The eunuch unceremoniously grabbed one of the women by the arm and led her to a table construction in the corner of the room. She went silently and did not complain in any way. Her passivity to her plight was quite unnerving. Once at the table, the eunuch literally ripped her clothes off her and then immobilized her naked body on the table. Various straps conspired to immobilize her arms, legs, neck and body. Sacros then measured the women's neck and selected a suitable slave collar from a wicker basket full of them. This was then locked around her neck and a molten piece of lead was placed in it to make its removal very difficult. The message was clear to the rest of us that this was one collar that wouldn't be coming off soon. Next the eunuch heated a brand and once satisfied with its heat, forced it onto the flesh of her left buttocks. The women let out a loud scream and the smell of burning flesh was quite apparent. The eunuch however simply ignored the protestations and continued to his next stage of slave marking. For this he used tattooing equipment to place a number and symbol below the freshly applied brand mark. When he had completed that the immobilized girl was released and given a silk bag, containing a salve for her fresh brand and slave clothes. Without comment she applied the salve and quickly dressed into her new clothes. In a similar fashion the other four women were processed. It was then obviously my turn. The master gave me an evil grin and said, "Its now your turn sweety, I'm afraid tonight you are no different from any of the other girls here." I desperately pleaded, "Please don't do this, I don't want to be branded." "I'm afraid there is no way to escape your fate, and you are being more of a sissy than any of the true women have been. As you said earlier tonight this is simply the lot of slaves and of no significance." The eunuch then grabbed me and dragged me to the table. I of course struggled as much as possible, but this did not prevent my eventual strapping to the table and final humiliation. To my chagrin I of course screamed just as loudly as any of the other slaves when branded. After my release I joined the other women. The salve did reduce the pain in my butt, but not my loss of face. I felt violated and degraded by the whole process and extremely angry. I could also imagine Asam gloating at my predicament. I wondered how anyone could want to actually go through this sort of process voluntarily. It however was not the end of my humiliation. The master ordered the eunuch to train his new girls in a simple dance and general obedience. The dance was an erotic one I had already seen frequently performed, but that did not ease my embarrassment as a man to be doing it. I also hated having to practice my subservience to the master. Repeatedly we all had to take it in turns to say how much we loved being the masters slaves and how nothing would be a greater honor to ones as low as ourselves. Inadequate performances received immediate punishment of varying degrees of pain. At the same time we were also given a special potion to increase our submissiveness between dances. All the time the master watched on with obvious pleasure. By the early hours of the morning I was exhausted and finding my subservience gradually becoming increasingly automatic. I was scared how quickly it was happening. That night none of us were allowed any sleep. The next morning the master again separated me from the other women. On his bed he told me, "Petal you are making good progress and I am pleased with you. You clearly would make a very good slave girl." "Thank you master," I beamed back. "Do you like being my slave?" "Yes master," I automatically responded, "it is the highest honor one lowly as myself could obtain." "That is good," he chuckled, "then you wouldn't mind being my slave forever then." "No master," I answered then suddenly realizing the danger of what I was saying I quickly added, "I however have other commitments today, that must take precedent." "Alas you are to quick for me," he said with great disappointment, "You would be surprised how many men have agreed to stay a slave in your circumstances. Clearly I will not be leaving this place today." After a moments of silence he sparked up again and said, "Would you like to try sex as women, maybe that would change your mind?" "I would indeed master, but I do not think I will change my mind," I answered "We will see," then he chuckled. Sex as a woman was indeed pleasant, but it definitely was not enough to overcome the other problems of such a station. Shortly after the whip mistress entered and I was transferred back to my former self and very angry self that was. I hurtled all sorts of abuse at her and latter at the brothel owner himself. Nothing would contain my anger in regard to the treatment I had received. I new I had overstepped the mark in terms of what was considered appropriate in this land but I didn't care as I had no intention of ever returning there. I also refused to pay, although Asam stepped in with the cash to stop creating a scene. As we left Asam gritted his teeth and sardonically said, "Be careful in future, you have made an enemy of that whip mistress, in this place it is very foolish to make enemies, pray that you never find yourself at her tender mercy." "Asam, a man at the mercy of a woman, not likely in this world." "True but fate can be strange here, so be careful," he concluded. RESCUEING A PRINCESS At a caf? I meet the women from the slave action house with her new personal slave. She recognized me and came up to introduce her slave. "Sir this is my Eve, isn't she delightful. Tell this young master how much you adore me." The slave turned to me and said, "I love my mistress and adore the earth she walked on." Elsa smiled at that and said, "Now tell this sir about how you became my slave, I don't think he believed my earlier story." The slave became quite red faced and after pausing she started with eyes turned down, "Once I was Elsa's lover, but I decided to leave her for another women. Elsa however kidnapped us both, my new love was sold as a sex slave and she had me transformed into a woman. I was then trained for six months so I would be forever be loyal to her." Elsa wickedly grinned at me, "The earlier offer still stands. I could arrange the same treatment for you. My sister would love her own former male slave." We quickly moved to another table. In the same caf? Asam and I heard from a merchant that a local princess had been kidnapped and a large reward would be offered if she could be saved before enslavement. Given that I had said that I wanted adventure Asam suggested that we join a rescue party. I agreed immediately and within the hour the two of us were on horses in the desert following a lead that one of Asams friends had given him. By the end of the day we had located the traders and in a daring move rescued the princess from the slave traders. As a consequence I was offered substantial rewards and gifts from many people, one of which included my own Island harem. I however had made a serious enemy out of the trader who went by the name of Garton. TRICKED BY A LETTER As part of the many rewards, I received a strange present. It consisted of a box that simply contained a card with a letter inside it. The Letter simply stated: "I can make you your dream girl...just tell me what you'd like and I can make you her. Gift for freeing princess." The grammar was not the best but I was intrigued. It could be a method to obtain a particularly unique girl for the harem. My sojourns in the slave markets had so far been somewhat disappointing. I follow up the letter and found it had come from a Wizened old wizard who on approaching claimed, "I can create any girl for you, just tell me exactly what you want and I can produce it. I can make you a girl of any form and temperament. If you are not completely satisfied, I promise to create a new form for you. The only stipulation is that you try out the created form for at least 24 hours before I make the changes you desire." I only thought briefly on the matter as what could possibly be the downside. In very worse case scenario I thought, if the girl annoyed rather than pleased me I could simply lock her in the dungeon for the requisite time. I however planned to be careful in my specifications and not fall into that trap. The old man could see my interest and said, "Let me show you the selection machine, if you can not produce from it what you like you need go no further." I nodded my agreement and followed him into a back room. It contained a large chair and an enormous overly ornate viewing screen. He directed me to the chair and strapped me in. A large transparent case closed me in. He explained that this was so the machine could read my thoughts and desires. Whilst initially somewhat apprehensive, he showed me how to use a release switch, which I could use at any time up to finalizing my choice. The old man then started going through the options. "Before we get into specifics let us start with the broad parameters like height and size," he began. To which I responded, "5 foot six and petite." "Good," he answered and then put in the requested settings. The screen then came alive and a wire form of a woman appeared on it in with the height and dimensions requested. This was very cool magic. The wizard then continued in his broken English, "Tell me what you like, I make it on screen first, but if you are not sure I tell you what other man want. You then choose. Understand." I simply nodded; he then went through a whole series of other options to which I in turn gave my preferences. This began with 'skin color'. "Fair to slightly olive," I responded Next it was 'breast size'. "B," I answered. That time he queried me and said, "Are you sure? Most men go for really big breasts. Let me show you." At which point the models breast expanded enormously. "Not my cup of tea I responded, more than a handful I consider a waste." He seemed disappointed but continued with his list and next said, "Hair color." "Raven," I answered. "Hip and waist size?" "Proportioned to her breasts," was my reply. He then said, "Think about her face." I brought the image of the most beautiful women I could think of into my mind and before I could speak, her face appeared on the image. "Amazing ah!!" said the wizard and continued with, "What sort of nature?" It was something I had not thought of, after hesitating I said, "Guileless, kind and gentle natured." "Submissive and obedient as well?" he added. "Yes, but not too much, whilst I don't want a shrew, I don't want a doormat." Seeing his surprised look, I added as explanation, "I like some challenge." "Ah yes, sensible sir. How bright do you want her? ...perhaps a bimbo would suit you?" "No I would prefer her bright and astute, she would therefore be more able to pleasure me." "Any special skills ...I can give her knowledge of all the special arts if you like?" "Give her knowledge of all the arts and how to please a man." "It is as well you ask for her to be bright over wise her mind could not contain all you want as it is I must reduce some of her general knowledge is that OK?" After pondering, I said, "Is there some other solution?" "We could remove skills that would not please you" That started a very long negotiation process, eventually I however was pleased with the balance of general knowledge and specialist skills she had. I wanted her to have common sense, to be able read and to understand some science, mathematics and philosophy. The wizard said at the conclusion of that process, "You have surprised me with the wisdom of your decisions. I do not know why some one as sensitive as yourself would want the gift offered." Truthfully I answered, "I don't really, particularly after going through this ?but I want to see you work your magic nevertheless. I do not understand how you can create something as complex as a person from nothing." "But I don't I use you of course ..now look at the screen is that what you want?" My dream girl was dancing very seductively and looking at me with clear desire. "Yes definitely!" I exclaimed. "Finally sir how would you like her clothed? As she is perhaps?" For a moment I was about to say yes as I wanted to ravish her then and there, but after a moments reflection I saw the folly of that. Without street clothes how was I to get her home. "No wizard ..in proper street clothes. How else am I to get her home?" "Clever again sir let us start the process?" "Go ahead." As the machine came to life, I felt an incredible burning pain, just as I was about to pass out I heard the wizard say, "Clever you may be, but not clever enough." And then cackle in a most disturbing way. When I came too, I was sitting on a couch in the wizard's front room. I wasn't sure what had happened to me but I felt terrible. My body ached from head to toe. I soon noticed that my clothes had been charged. For some reason I was wearing the street clothes I had selected for my dream girl. I instinctively then felt for my penis and found instead a smooth mound. I screamed in rage and anger at the gloating wizard, "You bastard, what have you done to me?" I also tried to grab him by the throat, but he was able to easily deflect my weaker female assault. "Is it not obvious to one as bright as yourself. I have made you your dream girl as promised. It is not my fault that you did not listen properly. It always amazes me how many men choose to miss understand the situation. You can of course be changed back in 24 hours, if you can avoid capture. You are not welcome stay here for that time and a certain enemy of yours has many men looking for you now equipped with your description." Out in the street I felt very exposed. Woman very rarely traveled unescorted, especially at night. I was very glad I hadn't taken up all of his suggested options, or I would have been in an even more terrible mess, if that were possible. At least I still had my wits and I actually thought I might have a chance to get home and back unescorted. I also thought about contacting Asam, but I felt to embarrassed to let him see me in my current form. He might also want some sexual favors as a reward for helping and I just couldn't face such a prospect. Fortunately I did make it home to my Island Harem and hide in my chambers. I could not let any of the staff or inmates see me in my current form. I decided that I was rapidly growing sick of this world and its tendency to try and feminize me. The next day I was caught in a big dilemma. Clearly I did not trust the wizard one iota, but I also realized that he was trapped by his word and would have to change me back if I got back to his shop. I also realized that the exit to the Arabian world was in the port, so one option was to disguise myself go there and simply leave this world. I however realized that would immediately end my visit and how foolish I would look to Asam and all my friends. With some reservation I decided to attempt to visit the wizard and force him to change me back. I spent the day working on my disguise and decided to time my visit just after the 24 deadline so I could demand immediate return to my male form. My disguise seemed to work well as no one challenged me when I arrived at the port or as I walked out into the street. They just assumed that I was a gentleman on business. This emboldened me somewhat as I began walking across town to the wizards establishment I decided to short cut. I suspect I probably would have even fooled the guards I latter learnt he had strategically placed to trap me before I gained entrance. Alas I will never know as my luck ran out in a most unfair way. Just one block from the wizards shop I was set upon by a band of thieves. I had forgotten Asam's earlier warning that even men sometimes took risks walking alone in some parts of the town. Although they were clearly only after my wallet, their physical groping quickly unraveled my disguise. Doing so of course probably saved me from having my throat slashed but then what followed was probably worse from a male perspective. On feeling my breast one of the bandits said, "Well, well, well, what do we have here, this gentleman is not what he appears. Turning to one of his accomplices he said, "I belief that this assault will be more profitable than I could imagine." ENSLAVEMENT I was then unceremonishly gagged and roughly escorted to a slave dealer a few blocks away. "Look what we have caught," said one of my assailants, "How much do you offer for her?" he asked a rather fat and ugly merchant. "Let us have a look," he said lecherously. He then helped my assailants strip away the remainder of my disguise. "A wild beauty who wishes she was a man hey. I can understand that but women don't have souls so it isn't possible dear. You will soon be taught what it means to be female," the merchant said as he turned me around to admire my naked body. To the thieves he then spoke, "Clearly unblemished and not marked, is she a virgin?" "We do not know sir, but we did not ravish her just in case," answered the bigger of the rogues "Are you sweet one?" he asked. Given that I was still gagged, I could only nod my head. "Alright gentlemen I'll give you 3,000 dracas for her." This started a lengthy haggling process that was finally ended when a still rather low price of 10,000 dracas was agreed to. Somehow the low price disappointed me. During that time of haggling, I was completely ignored, however given that I was naked thoughts of trying to escape where not seriously explored. I spent the time glancing around the courtyard. I noticed that it contained five covered wagons and wondered what was inside them. I would soon find out. After the coffees that follow such deals the thugs who had sold me into slavery paid their respects to the merchant and left with their small bag of gold coins, which was less than they had stolen from my wallet. If they had of let me go they could have got so much more. The merchant then focused his attention on me. Silently he took me to a bathing area and lathered me up and proceeded to remove all my body hair with a blade, including my pubic hair. He seemed to take great pleasure in this act. The slaver said to me after he had removed the last of my pubic hair, "You are a fortunate find, one of my girls just died and I had a gap in my chain and you will nicely fill it." He then dragged me to one of the covered wagons, inside of which were 11 naked and chained women. At his sight they all cowered with apprehension. He then counted along the girl's four spaces to find the gap in the chain he had mentioned earlier. On the way he gave them each a sadistic slap across the breasts. "Here we are, my pretty one your space in the chain, just as I promised." He then roughly forced me down to the floor and locked the open iron collar around my throat. Using a strange tool he forced a lead pellet into its lock to seal it. As well as being connected to the other 11 girls, the collar also had some short chains that finished in wrist bracelets. These of course were also locked around my wrists. Finally, he attached some chains to my ankles. Any hope of escape quickly faded as these were locked on me. Without his special tool, these would never be coming off me. "Oh, before I leave a warning, talking is not allowed amongst any of my girls. Anyone who disobeys losses her tongue, if you doubt my sincerity, look at number two." Almost all the girls nodded in a fearful silence. My first night in chains was uncomfortable, the day that followed however was even worse. Due to being linked in a chain any movement from one girl disturbed the others. Also any movement was restricted and opportunities to relieve oneself were very limited. Consequently the wagon stank with human waste and I soon found myself covered with my own waste and that of others. During our time in the wagon we were also not feed or given water. Fortunately, our journey in the wagon however finished early the next day. One by one we were released from the chain and taken aboard the boat. Inside the boat were rows upon row of small cages. Given I was one of the latter to be released from the chain many of the little cages had already been filled with unwilling occupants. I was forced to squeeze throw the cap between a second and third level cage. I had to avoid hitting my head on a dangling pot as I got into the small cell. The cage was so small that there wasn't even room enough to crouch. Boards were then inserted into the roof of the cage. I was ordered to place my head up so it could be enclosed in the boards. When these were in place I was effectively immobilized, I could however use my arms to help move my body so I could relieve myself through a hole in the floor. My wastes fell into a pot similar to the one above my head. Shortly after everyone was locked away, slaves brought around water and food for all of us. The one that served me was quite gentle and was the first kindness I had received in many days. Fortunately, it only took two days of sailing to reach our destination. ACQUIRED BY MY ENEMY Whilst still in or little cages my heart became even more leaden when I saw that Garton was amongst those making selections. I desperately hoped he wouldn't pick me, but not only did he do that but he made it clear that he recognized me. "Well, well, well John what a delight to see you my dear and in such a more pleasing form. I heard you were amongst the captured and I just had to have you," said a smirking Garton. He seemed to lap up my utter shock and amazement, but instead of informing me of how he new he took a different tack. "Whilst you will of course never fetch anything like that princess you saved, I will so much enjoy breaking your male ego and that it will more than make up for the financial loss. You will be also be a priceless example to any one else who dares cross me." "I will never be your willing play thing," I answered defiantly. "You of course will initially resist me but in the end you will beg to pleasure me and mean it. Remember the more you resist the greater my pleasure will be when I finally break you, so you are in a no win situation. Remember also that whilst you might have a mans soul, you are in a women's body and subject to all the limitations that entails." "First however you must be collared and tattooed so there is no doubt about your status." He then turned to one of the Eunuchs and said "Collar her, chastise her and place my personal tattoo on her butt then bring her to my quarters. Also measure her up for some on my favorite breaking in costumes. Oh don't forget to gag her before taking her." The Eunuch gagged me before even letting me out of my cage. Once I was released he roughly manhandled me to the long line of girls getting Garton's collar and Tattoo. Whilst waiting our turns we were kept in a holding cage, just in case any of us were foolish enough to consider escaping. Most of us however were almost too weak to stand let alone consider escaping. Whilst it was a long queue a silver collar was however to quickly upon my fair neck. It was much more ornate than my previous temporary collar and was individually selected. My one was quite delicate and could almost be considered pretty. Although it was not the sort of thing one would want to wear forever. Given it was sealed with molten silver that was what it was meant to be however. After being collared, one my one we were locked onto a table and faced the slow pain of having our butts tattooed. Not surprising Gartons tattoo was quite ornate. Once so marked a girl could never go back to being free and her family would simply return her if she ever escapes. By custom such a daughter was already considered dead and not the same person. After being collared and tattooed the other girls were simply placed back in the holding cage whilst I was taken into what was called the chastisement room. In there I was made to squat into a container of just mixed plaster. It was suprisingly warm and very ticklish on my private parts. As I squatted I was told that this was done so a caste could be made of my private areas to create a very tightly and secure fitting chastity belt. Whilst the caste was drying I was measured up for the next stage of my humiliation. Whilst work was being done on both I was simply placed in some arm bracelets hanging from the wall opposite a mirror. I suppose that was done so I could see my disgrace concerning the collar and tattoo. I started crying when I saw the confirmation of my predicament. I was now beyond saving. Without unchaining me, about an hour latter one of the Eunuchs approached me with the completed chastity belt. The external part of it consisted of beautifully embossed and etched gold. The pattern seemed to contain a whirl of flowers and other Asiatic symbols. Inside it was a personally shaped rubber form. I new it would perfectly fit my private areas as it was based on the mould I had had earlier made for me. The fitting was quite a quick process. The arms were simply fitted around my waste and then main part fitted between my legs and connected to the waste band. The chastity belt had its own internal locking device. The device had a small hole for peeing and another for defecating so could be left on for a very long time. It however did not cover my new tattoo. I guessed it had been designed that way. Once fitted the Eunuch said, "There, nice and secure, the only time that comes off is during your monthly curse, when you will be housed with the other impure females. Just hang around there whilst I finish you costume." After a couple of hours my arms were released and a chain was connected to my collar. Still naked aside from the collar and chastity belt, I was lead down a long dark corridor that shortly became a rough-hewn tunnel. After half an hour of walking this ended at a small door. The door led through into an enormous chamber. This was Garton's pleasure room and he was seated on some cushions in the middle of it. "Well dear, nice to see you again and all fitted out with your new collar, belt and tattoo." He nodded at the eunuches, who then almost threw me to the ground. "Now dear when ever you are in my presence you will always salome me and only raise your face from the ground when given permission. Is that understood?" "Today I start the rest of your training in less than a month I promise you will be a most obedient and loving slave," he grinned. ONE MONTH LATER Eventually my master felt I had progressed enough to show off to his friends. I was very pleased that he could see all the effort I was making. I was very nervous that night, as I so much wanted to please the master. The evening started with a group of the girls serving the masters guests and dancing for them. I was one of them of course. I knew I did very well as I could see his pleasure in me. Latter in the evening he got all the other girls to leave and asked me to sit beside him on the floor. "Is she not my most beautiful and obedient girl?" he said to his guests as he stroked my hair. I beamed in his praise "She is pretty, but I have seen better, tell us what is so special about her?" "She who so adores me now was once my sworn enemy." The guests all looked confused and one asked, "I do not understand, how can a women ever be your sworn enemy?" "Ah," he said with amusement, "that is because she was not always a women." Turning to me he said, "Dear tell them you story now." I was all flustered and hoped that what I said would live up to my Masters expectations, so very tentatively I began, "It is true, once I was a man." His guests were unbelieving so I continued, "Many months ago I did a very bad thing and hurt my wonderful master. He however in his great wisdom appreciated that whilst I was a useless man I could make a wonderful slave girl and therefore serve him in another way and thus make up for my grave mistake. He was able to fool my previous self into taking this form and then teach me what I needed to know so I could be useful and pay him back. I could however never do enough to pay him back for what he had done to me." "You are happy as you are?" "Oh yes," I gushed, "it was my role in life to be an obedient slave to my master and could think of doing nothing greater." My master was clearly pleased with my answer and I felt very content inside. He then got me to suck his big penis in front of them to show just how female I was and continued talking to his guests as though nothing was happening. "I for one are not at all convinced that your pretty puppet was once a man, no real man could be reduced to such a state. She is nothing but a stooge you have trained to say these things," directed one of the more belligerent guests at my master. "Yes I concede she has been trained to say and act as she does, but I assure she was once a man and aside from the initial transformation no magic has been used." Another asked, "If she was a man who was she?" "The she is simple ...the pretty creature you see was once the man who freed the princess." This silenced the room, "The how I will demonstrate now." He then asked the wizard who had kindly given me my current form to wheel in his magic chair. An obviously male prisoner was firmly strapped into it. I then saw him ask the belligerent man to be seated in it, he of course refused but was forcibly locked. Minutes later he was transformed into my masters fantasy girl. "As shown this device can transform our greatest enemies into our personal playthings. The transformation is quick but the obedience training takes a bit longer unfortunately, but then it wouldn't be fun otherwise would it." I BECOME A BROTHEL SLAVE My master eventually tired of me and sold me to a brothel. It greatly excited him to think of the degradation I would go through there. Unfortunately for me it was the brothel that I had visited earlier and had created the scene at. This was not at all coincidental the master was very aware of the connection and made sure the whip mistress new my previous identity. She of course was very pleased with this turn of events. "So my precious one has returned to me after all. Remember all the fuss you made and your silly threats to never come back." "Yes Mistress," I answered with a bowed head. "You are going to be much better behaved this time aren't you?" I flushed and said, "Yes Mistress, I promise to be a very good girl." The master said, "She will indeed, as she can no longer be anything but can you dear." "No master I am nothing but a lowly slave girl as Allah wished." "I was hoping she will be a little bit naughty as I do look forward to punishing her, but then I can punish her without reason can't I, if your training is as good as you claim." True to her word the Mistresses abuse of me was remorseless. My submissiveness just seemed to goad her on rather than ease my suffering. Much to my embarrassment one day, Asam selected me during his visit to the brothel. During most of the evening I hide my identity but alas he finally noticed the butterfly on my wrist. He bought me from the brothel to keep in his own harem. "You make a much more agreeable room mate now," he told me, "but you are too submissive for me so I will give you to my sister as a personal slave. It seems you will get that training you turned down before after all."