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(part 4)
The hammering as they opened my crate woke me up. When they removed my
gag, the hot air seared my throat. I felt several hands on me as the
straps binding me to the seat were removed. Pulling me from the seat,
they removed the blindfold and diaper. While they washed me down with a
hose, I scrutinized the two men, trying to get an idea of where I was.
They both were well over six feet tall and weighted at least 250
pounds. Their broad shoulders and muscular physic was contradicted by
their clothing. From the red fez hats on top of their heads, down
through the very short white vests (open, no buttons) to the white
baggy pants mark them as eunuchs. But the bulges in the front of the
pants said they were anything but.
Before I could make a guess about my location, someone entered the
room. Since He was behind me, my first indication someone was there was
when the two men bowed their heads. As I started to turn my head, they
grabbed me, spun me around and threw me to the floor. With a snap of
his fingers, He dismissed the men. Sitting down, He wraps His right
hand around me jaw and pulls my face and upper body up until I am
looking straight into His cold black eyes. His white robe and dark
complexion tell me I am without a doubt in the middle east, as if the
smell and heat were not enough. He analyzes me carefully before He said
a word.
"Interesting"
"Little one, you belong to me now. Where you are is not important,
although you have no doubt deduced that you are in the middle east,
except the fact that this is a brothel. We cater to mostly the
foreigners but many of the rich are also clients. You're here to
service those clients. All, little one. I have seen that look before.
Many of my clients like little girls with that something extra. You
will be assigned to a cubical. Under no circumstances are you to leave
that cubical without permission or without an escort. Unless instructed
otherwise, you will remain nude at all times. When you do wear
clothing, it will be provocative. There is no place for modesty here.
You will perform to everyone's satisfaction. Duty times are 24 hours a
day, seven days a week. No self satisfaction allowed. All infractions
will be swiftly and severely punished."
With that He stands up and still holding on to my chin, leads me to a
pole in the middle of the room. My hands were strapped toward the top
of the pole, so I am standing on my tip toes. Then one of my black men
reenters the room, carrying a long rubber strap. He then begins to whip
me with it on my back, ass and legs until I feel my body is on fire.
Then he turns me around and uses it on my tits until they are cherry
red. My cock was his final target. The strap slapped and kissed it
until I shot all my cum onto the floor. As I collapsed, I was cut down.
Throwing me face down on the bed, He takes me in the ass without
lubrication. His belly banging into my already painful ass only
increased my level of pain. With a groan, He pumps into me and when He
removes Himself, He motions to the guards to remove me. I am taken to
another cubical. There, an older woman takes charge of me. Later I
found out that she was a burned out whore. She looked 50-60 years old,
but was only 29. She dresses me in the uniform of the brothel, filmy
lingerie. Only bright colors were allowed, mine were red. Restraints
were put on me. Stainless steel collar and cuffs were placed around my
neck, ankles and wrists. They were custom made and required a special
key to unlock them. My body rings were replaced by larger heavier
rings.
My cubical was toward the center of the brothel. It had four walls,
much like the walls of an office cubical. They were seven feet high.
There was no door in the doorway. Privacy was provided by a curtain. A
four poster bed sat next to the back wall. It's firm mattress was
covered by a thin blanket and black satin sheets. From the outside post
at the foot of the bed hung a length of chain. Except for the chamber
pot under the bed there was no other furniture.
The guard who led me from the receiving room, pulled me into my
cubical. Leaving my hands handcuffed behind me, he threw me facedown
over the foot of the bed. Jerking down my bottom, he proceeds to ram
himself into me. As he pleasures himself in me, other staff members
join him in my cube. When he finishes the Brothel Master entered me. He
is not as large as the guard, so it is not as painful. The next guard
is huge. All I see when he rams into me is stars. As he pumps in and
out of me I feel as if his pile-driver is trying to pull my insides
out. The next two guards are much smaller and it almost feels
pleasurable. Then the number 1 girl enters sporting a humongous strap-
on dildo. Rolling me over, she mounts me as a man would a woman. I feel
my insides painfully tear as she enters me. My blood lubes the invader.
She got hotter as the dildo rubbed against her clit. The friction of
her belly excited my cock. I received more pain from the dildo base
jamming into my balls. Her quivering signaled the climax, then she
withdrew with a wet plop.
My new owner, the Brothel Master, locked the bed chain to my left
ankle. It was all I could do to roll over. With a swat on my ass He
left the room. My greeting here left no doubt of my fate. I was to be
turned into a seminal sewer. To be nothing more than an outlet for
men's lust. The rest of the afternoon was spent crying. Why? What did I
do to Mistress Ivana to deserve this? Why me?
Early that evening my first client stepped into my cube. He was almost
six foot and bald. An older man, his white well tanned skin told me he
was an oil field worker. His chewing tobacco didn't disagree with that
analysis. Mounting me missionary style, his manhood felt much smaller
than the guard's. As soon as he finished, he dismounted, pulled up his
pants and left. Leaving me alone to wonder why Mistress Ivana was
punishing me this way.
Awhile later a swarthy looking man (definitely an arab and not just
because of his headdress) strutted in to the cube. Rolling me onto my
tummy he mounted me doggie style, ramming his short fat dong into my
ass. He pushed into me, driving my face into the mattress. In a few
strokes he shot into me and pulled out. Before he left he had me lick
his cock clean. He then dried it off with my hair and with a slap on my
ass, left the cube.
My last visitor for the night was a huge black man. The youngest of my
clients that night, he was in his early twenties. When he undressed I
saw he was huge everywhere. He was hung like an elephant. Throwing me
to the floor, he sat on the bed and pulled my head to his meat. All I
could do was open my mouth and take it in my mouth. And it was ALL I
could do. It was so tightly jammed into my mouth, I couldn't suck his
manhood. I couldn't even get it out of my mouth. All I could do was rub
my tongue on the underside of the obstruction until he unloaded into my
tummy.
After he left, I cleaned up and , upon receiving permission from the
Brothel Master, crawled into bed. A few short hours of sleep later, all
the lights came on and we were awaken by a loud buzzer. Each of us then
cleaned up our own cubical after which we were fed. After feeding each
of us were assigned additional cleaning duties. Some did laundry,
others did the dishes and some like myself scrubbed the floors. I spent
most of the morning on my hands and knees with a bucket of water, a rag
and a scrub brush.
During morning duties we were allowed to talk and I found out that
every girl in this place had additional equipment. The reasoning behind
that was that we were in a specialty brothel catering to clients that
wanted something very different. Also we didn't become jaded as
quickly. We all had been bought at auction some place or other and were
in enforced slavery. Using my eyes, I noticed that all the girls were
young, tall and slim. In short very beautiful. Most of the girls were
white with the remainder oriental. A lot of nordic influence as there
were a lot of blonds.
We were supervised by the euenchs. These euenchs were guards (all other
male staff with minor exceptions were also euenchs) who protected the
brothel and us. Not because of who we were, women have every little
value there, but because we were our Master's property. They were very
much all the same. They were all black men, very large black men. Their
uniforms were white with gold trim and buttons. Various patches and
stripes indicated job and grade. As I found out, they were not large
everywhere. They were bought by the Brothel Master from their families
when very young and castrated. So they had very small cocks and no
balls. However, this didn't prevent them from teasing or eyeing us.
Mid-afternoon, we clean up and prepare for our night's work. After we
had dressed and finished putting on our makeup, we're taken back to our
cubical and chained for the night.
I spend the next couple of hours on the bed wondering what I did to
cause Mistress Ivana to sell me. What would tonight's clients do to me?
I shortly found out. Number one was a woman. Like many brothels over
here late afternoons are reserved for female customers. It's kind of
twisted, but in this region although it is unacceptable for a woman to
have sex with a man who is not her husband, it is acceptable for her to
have sex with another woman or pseudo-girl.
My first client of the day was like most of the female clients. Older,
married, wealthy and white. She was in her mid forties and very
attractive. With her back to me, she undressed. As she turned around, I
saw she was wearing a strap-on dildo. It was flesh color and the
biggest cock I had ever seen, real or otherwise. The head wouldn't fit
in my mouth, so I could only lick it. When she was satisfied it was
properly lubricated, I was thrown on my back as she mounted me. As she
tore into me, all I could do was scream from the pain from the tearing
of my hole. Once she reached fulfillment, she pulled that tree trunk
out of me and pulled my mouth to it. Instantly I licked the blood and
excrement from it. After I helped her dress, she left and I crawled
onto the bed. An enench came into the cube and applied salve to my ass.
All I could do was lay on the bed in the fetal position, cry and damn
Mistress Ivana.
Much later in the day my next client entered my cube. She was much
younger than the first and arab. No more than eighteen, her dark hair
and skin along with her black eyes gave her a sinister look. She tied
me across the bar at the foot of my bed ripping my panties from me.
Pulling a thin rattan cane from behind her, she used it on my buttocks
and thighs with such wild abandonment that I was shortly screaming my
lungs out. My only thought beyond the pain was that she was taking her
frustrations out on me. Just before I lost consciousness, she stopped,
released me from the bar and threw me to the floor. Where she thumped
herself on my face and rubbed her snatch in my face. Like any trained
animal, I responded by shoving my tongue into her. Finally she
climaxed, followed by her juices flowing into my mouth. Satisfied she
got up, but not before she relieved herself in my mouth.
My final client for the night was a father and son. They were both
white with the father being just under six feet tall maybe 35 - 40
years old with sun bleached hair. The boy was all of sixteen, six feet
tall and brown hair. They entered my cube and walked up to the bed. The
father told the son to watch as he pulled me to the floor. I knelt
before him as he opened his pants and out popped his dong. Average
size. As I serviced him, the father told his son how to control and get
the best out of a slut. And he demonstrated. When he pulled away the
son stepped up. As the boy started to open his pants the father told
him to stop.
"That the whore's job"
I slowly unzipped his slacks, pulling his pants and underpants down the
boys cock hit me in the face. It was long, maybe 11 inches and not too
thick. It a few years with a little practice it would be a real
pleasure stick. As I used my mouth, he practiced what his father taught
him, as dad made pointers. After the boy had released his seed into me
(it was a little watery), they tossed me on the bed, face down, and
pulled my panties down. The father repeated what he did up front,
demonstrated to his son how to use and control a cunt. The son used me,
with dad giving pointers. Finally he came and pulled out. Father pulled
his belt out and beat my ass, telling his boy that it was how you
punished bad girls. His dutiful son then repeated the process. When he
was done they both left. It was quite late and business had slowed
down, so the Brothel Master gave me permission to go to bed.
The next three days were almost exact repeats of the first two days,
just different faces and different kinks. On the sixth day I had just
finished with my second client of the night, an oriental man, when
someone entered my cube.
"How's my working girl?"
The familiar voice caused me to spin around. It was Miss Susan. I threw
myself at Her feet and wrapped my arms around Her legs. I cried and
begged for mercy and forgiveness. Miss Susan patted my head with a,
"There, there, girl. Just settle down."
The brothel Master quickly entered and released me from the chain led
Miss Susan and I to a room at the rear of the brothel. There a girl
helped me clean up and dress. My outfit was a very conservative suit.
The brothel collar was replaced by one of Mistress Ivana's and Miss
Susan led me from the brothel to a limo. During the limo ride to the
airport, I was allowed to sit beside Her. At the airport, Mistress
Ivana's jet was there ready to go. When we climbed aboard the door
closed and the airplane taxied out.
Miss Susan sat in Mistress Ivana's seat and motion for me to kneel
before the other seat. As I kneel, I look into Miss Susan's eyes and
see that the order was made out of kindness. So I move in front of Miss
Susan and kneel before Her. I bury my face in Her lap and cry my heart
out. Miss Susan strokes my head and speaks comforting words to me. I am
not strapped to the seat. During most of the flight Miss Susan comforts
me, later on She nudges my head down Her lap until I am nuzzling Her
fountain. I spent most of the remainder of the flight there. It seemed
like no time at all we were landing and I was climbing into the limo
behind Miss Susan. At Her direction, I sat beside her during our ride
back to the farm.
I had a sense of De ja vue as I followed Miss Susan up the steps and
into the large front door of the main house. And who should be in the
entryway, but Mistress Ivana. Miss Susan hugs Her and I prostrate
myself before Her begging for my punishment. Pulling my face up, She
asks,
"Why, little one?"
"For whatever reason my Mistress sent me away"
"little one, I didn't sell you to the brothel, but I can see it did a
world of wonders for your attitude. I decided to sell you to eliminate
the problems with jealousy. You were sold to a woman as Her personal
maid and companion. What happened was that in the shipping room you
were mislabeled and shipped to the brothel. It told a lot of effort to
track you down and recover you. I wouldn't have except you are special
and the customer was very insistent. To placate this client, I sent
Miss Susan to recover you and personally transport you to your new
home.
To ensure that it doesn't happen again, the entire staff of the
shipping room was demoted. Slaves were transferred to the fields and
the Overseers and Mistresses were demoted to house slaves. And I made
sure everyone knows of the demotion. It makes them more dutiful. For
the next few days you will remain here. You will be medically
inspected, cleaned up and allowed to rest. Nothing but the best for my
clients."
With that, She turned around and left the foyer. Miss Susan led me up
the stairway and to Her suite.
Once there, I was stripped and sent to the bathroom. Miss Susan's girl,
bambi, had a hot bath already drawn waiting for me. I slipped into the
bubble bath and soaked for over an hour. When I started to feel like a
woman again and before the bath got cold I washed myself and shampooed
the oil and grease out of my hair. Bambi was waiting as I stepped out
of the bath to dry and powder me.
Back in the bedroom, I put on a small peach babydoll that was waiting
for me. Miss Susan, who was already in bed, motioned for me to lay down
next to Her. The night was spent with me laying next to Miss Susan. It
felt so good to be held in Her arms and feel Her warmth.
The next morning after breakfast, I was taken to the medical room,
which is in the birthing house. I was met by the staff doctor. She was
like all the staff, tall, beautiful and very dominating. With Her
normal stern doctor's look, She ordered me atop the examination table.
She then proceeded to examine me. After a couple hours of pokes, probes
and several tests, She pronounced me to be healthy and clean and
certified me as such.
Returned to Miss Susan, I was to spend the next three weeks in
retraining. At night, I slept in Miss Susan's suite, usually with Her
in Her bed. During the day, I was remanded to the Training Mistress for
training. This was special training requested by my new owner as I was
fully trained. The training was as a little girl. From infant to
teenager. From diapers to braids and bobby socks. I was taught to be
mommy's little girl and how to be a teenage sexpot. And of course, Miss
Susan had me practice on Her.
The day after my training was completed, the House Overseer took me
from Miss Susan's room and led me to the breeding barn. For the next
week I was paired off with several females, including girl. It was a
shock for her to be bred by the one she had done so dirty. I was kept
so busy, I didn't have much time to think. But what thoughts I had
were, is this the last time I have 'normal' sex. When Mistress Ivana
was finished with my services as a breed slave, I was removed from the
barn. I spent my last night on the farm in Miss Susan's arms.
The next morning, Miss Susan and I sat in the limo enroute to the
airport. We were both dressed in conservative suits, Her's was black
with a white blouse, mine was pink with a pastel pink blouse. Her black
leather purse carried not only a lady's essentials, but also our
passports, tickets, my paperwork and money. My purse of white leather
contained only the essentials, brush, make-up, tissue and sanitary
items. At the airport we were quickly processed through the ticket
counter, immigration and passport control. Our tickets were for first
class, so Miss Susan selected the last row of seats in the section for
privacy and I was give the window seat with Her next to me on the
aisle. For the next twelve hours, we held hands, talked like sisters
and slept on each other's shoulder. Much too quickly, it was over as
the airplane began its descent into New York
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