The Slaver Games Part 2
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Signing Day:
"Are you sure you want to do this?" my mother whispered into my ear. I
wished she would just shut up. Now was not the time to ask a question
like that, not with all the cameras rolling and the reporters crowded
around the living room table. Across from my mother stood my girlfriend
Jen, with her hand on my shoulder. Next to her was my brother and then
further back, standing above all us all was my dad.
Lights flashed as the photographers took pictures at me and my smiling
family. I took the pen in my hand and, without a moments hesitation,
signed my name to the blue paper, officially making me a contender in the
448th Slaver Games. No sooner had I signed the paper that a barrage of
questions came spewing forth from the reporters, followed by more flashes
from the camera bulbs, bathing us all in white light. My brother leaned
over past my girlfriend and whispered in my ear. "Uh, so I'm going to
take care of Jen if you don't come back." I hit his arm playfully and Jen
rolled her eyes. Even if to the outsiders in the room we looked like a
confident family, I felt the tension and fear oozing from them. But where
they saw fear, I saw an opportunity. Losing wasn't an option. It just
wasn't possible. I briefly made eye contact with Jen and then I started
in on the reporters, answering questions and cracking jokes.
All across the country at this very moment, men just like me were signing
the special blue letter with their own entourage of family, friends, and
reporters. It was the same story every year. The country's biggest and
brightest young men would put themselves through months of training and
testing just to be offered the chance to compete. Only 1,000 young men
would be chosen and in small towns all across the country there would be
families making the preparations and shows of confidence.
The game was simple. The men would be divided up into teams called
'clans' and each team would compete to capture and dominate the other
clans. At the end only one clan would be left standing and they would
gain all the riches and prestige that comes with winning the Slavery
Games. On top of that, they would get to keep the slaves they collected
from the games...permanently.
And as for the slaves? They lost everything, they lost more than
everything. It was better just not to think about it. Really, one
couldn't think about the consequences, not if they wanted to focus on
competing and winning.
Past that, the whole ordeal took place in one of the vacant Midwestern
regions in a heavily secured trek of land that spanned for hundreds, if
not thousands of miles. A wall 30 feet high would keep everyone penned in
until the very end. The games would usually take about two months and
every moment would be televised to the rest of the country. Advertisers
paid millions, bars and restaurants were packed, and everyone took their
vacation time to watch the games unfold.
And me? As of 10 minutes ago I became a confirmed participant. Nobody can
back out after they sign the blue paper. Whatever magical properties bind
your signature to the game, nobody knows for sure, but it's over, it
happened, there is no backing out. In just a few short weeks I will be in
the games.
Drop Off:
"I'll miss you so much while you're gone!" Jen said as we sat in the back
seat of the car as it slowly rolled to the gates of the facility. "I'm
going to be so nervous," she said, putting her delicate hands in my own.
"Don't worry. This will all be over in a few short weeks and when I
return we will have so much more. We will be set for life," I promised
her.
My father was driving and my brother was in the front seat. He turned
around. "Jen, if Russell isn't man enough to take care of you in a few
weeks I'll make sure I do." He laughed. I kicked his chair and he lurched
forward. Jen and I were both 18, my brother only a year younger. Ever
since the signing he had been making jokes like this and it bothered
everyone. Still, I understood it was his way of coping with the
possibilities...
I kissed Jen and said a quick goodbye to everyone else. After waiting for
this day for so long the drop off was rather unceremonious. I, like so
many young men around me, got out of their car and just walked to the
front gate of the facility. I stood and watched other families say
awkward goodbyes and watched some mothers tear up as they left their
children on the sidewalk and drove off. My own mother refused to come.
She had cooked me a nice dinner the night before and of course Jen wanted
to make our last night special as well, just in case. In the end I didn't
eat much nor did I give Jen any attention. I was already focused on the
games ahead.
I didn't want to make eye contact with any of the other guys. Not until I
knew who would be in my clan. As far as I was concerned, all the guys
around me were walking slaves, their days numbered.
Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought that way. As I approached
the glass doors to the facility a big hulking oaf of a man shoved me out
of the way. "Move it, slave," he said. I glared at him and shoved back,
but he dodged out of the way laughing as he walked in.
"What's your name? I want to remember it when I capture you," I called
out. He looked back and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin.
"Master," he replied. "That's what you'll call me soon."
The Castle:
The massive army truck rumbled throughout the hills. I sat silently in
one of the bucket seats, one of fifty guys in my truck, all facing each
other. A second identical truck was leading the way a few hundred yards
ahead of us. They were also my guys in that truck as well, totaling 100,
my clan, my new family.
Each clan was given a color to rally behind and all the clans were piled
into their own two huge trucks. Ours was Red. Our two trunks had red
lines painted on it. Everyone had been given red clothing and
blindfolded. The trucks of all different colors launched from the main
facility into different directions. About twenty minutes into the drive
we were allowed to take our red blindfolds off and formally meet each
other. Sitting to my right was a man named Jax. He was twenty years old
and from Florida. To my left was another linebacker sized guy named Owen.
I hadn't talked to anyone else.
The truck finally stopped and we all piled out into the landscape. All
one hundred boys huddled around as the driver of the first truck opened
his door and spoke from the cabin. The truck was so large that the cabin
was a good 10 to 15 feet off the ground and the driver's words carried
throughout the crowd.
"Greetings contenders of Red Clan. This year each clan has been given a
castle-fortress to defend. The other clans also have their own castles
spread throughout this year's arena grounds. There is a red flag flying
at the top of your castle. If your red flag ever falls your entire clan
will be defeated, so guard that red flag at all costs."
"Yeah right, like that will ever happen? Right Reds??? This is our
house!" yelled a young man from the center of our group. Everyone cheered
back, including me and Jax.
The driver continued with his directions, unfazed by cheering. "Each day
fresh food and supplies will be airdropped to the top of your castle. As
the games continue there will also be special prizes dropped from the
game makers. Of course, as you collect slaves there will also be special
supplies dropped solely for them." This last statement also brought a lot
of cheers and laughter from the group.
"Lastly, in the center of your castle lies the throne room and in it the
Red Scepter. Be careful with it and use it wisely. Goodluck and goodbye."
And with that he returned to his trucks interior and both drove noisily
off into the setting sun.
When we had unloaded from the truck we were pinned behind a wall of tall
trees, but as the trucks left our surroundings opened up in front of us.
Before us lay a large field and in the center a raised hill. On the hill
stood our castle, made of stone and towering at least four stories high,
with a look-out tower slighter higher still. Another cheer rose up from
the crowd and the boy who first spoke shouted, "To Red Clan!"
Firsts:
The cool air hit my face as I sat atop the castle looking out at the
surrounding landscape. The castle was surrounded by a field that gave way
to a forest and then rolling hills. Somewhere out there were the other
clans surveying their own land. I squinted to see if there were any
lights in the distance but there wasn't. I was starting to settle down
and enjoy everything when a fellow clan member whose name I didn't know
came up to the roof shouting, "We got one! We got one! We captured our
first guy!"
As a group we had divided up different guard duties and I had been given
lookout. The one who had shouted earlier in front of the trucks, Ben, had
taken the lead and devised up a list of duties. He was planning our
group's first scouting mission to see what we could find in the woods and
beyond the first few hills. They must have found some poor soul lurking
in the woods.
Earlier, we had explored the castle and found plenty of cool stuff. The
upper floors held the throne room, map room (blank maps waiting to be
filled in) and a mess hall with views of the surrounding valley. There
were middle floors were all spacious private bedrooms and bathrooms, a
weapons room with only rusty old nets in it and a few sticks. The bottom
floor had the kitchen and some smaller bedrooms and then the basement had
rows and rows of bunk beds, ready to be filled with slaves.
There was no electric per say. Each room was lit with a torch that never
went out. I asked Jax about it and he had said it was for cinematic
purposes for the viewers back home. Each year The Games picked a theme
and this year they had decided to go with a 'medieval style.' So our
fortress was designed like a castle and it appeared as if any weapons or
supplies we would receive would fit that theme. I had kept looking for
all the hidden cameras, but I could find nothing.
I made my way down to the throne room where a group of people had been
gathering. By the time I got there we were all packed in, shoulder to
shoulder. In the very center of the room stood a kid about my age with a
blue shirt and blue pants.
"We caught him in the woods spying on us," Ben said, addressing the
crowd. "Let this be the first victim and first slave for Red Clan!" He
said this as the group started cheering. I was fascinated with what was
about to happen. I had seen it on TV plenty of times before but I had
never met any of the prized slaved from the games let alone see someone
about to be slaved. And to think that this was going to be our slave.
For his part, the boy in the center of the crowd started to shake. His
eyes were darting around looking for any exit, but none could be found.
"Don't worry," Ben said, looking directly at our captive. "You won't be
scared much longer." The crowd laughed and parted as Ben made his way to
the boy. In his hands he held the scepter for Red Clan. None of us had
been given instructions on how it worked, so I was surprised when Ben
seemed to know what he was doing. He walked up within a foot of the
shaking boy and pointed the scepter right at his body.
For a brief moment nothing happened. And then, the boy started to melt.
Well, not melt exactly. He started to change.
His height began to wither away as did his muscular arms and strong legs.
His clothing started to pool around his body. His hair grew at an
incredible rate and began to turn a light shade of blonde. The most
dramatic change happened in his face as it softened in features and all
hint of facial hair vanished, replaced with the most baby soft and
porcelain skin. His arms deflated and his legs appeared to do the same as
his pants became baggy. Two small lumps appeared on his chest as well.
The crowd of guys started cheering.
He, now she, was officially enslaved, officially our first girl.
"Strip her," Ben demanded and two of my clan members removed the
oversized clothing from the girl. She looked up into the crowd, her eyes
watery and pleading. She was stripped before us all. She had long smooth
legs, a tight little waist and two pert breasts. She quickly covered the
small slit of her new vagina and, with her other hand, attempted to
conceal her new breasts. The crowd laughed.
"Now, what was your name?" Ben asked the girl as he towered over her.
"John. My name is still John," she said with a high voice flavored with
defiance. She winched as she heard her new voice for the first time. It
was a comical scene, this young girl, stark naked, staring up at Ben.
"Well John doesn't suit you anymore, girl," he said. I knew this was
partly a show. The viewers at home would be going wild to watch one of
the first enslavements take place in our clan, possibly in the whole
game. Clearly Ben had studied past games because this was the type of
exchange that would make him famous after the games were over, if he came
out intact. "Your new name is going to be Sally. You like that right,
Sally?" The crowd laughed but the girl just shook her pretty head and
clenched her fists.
"Oh, Sally. You still have some fight in you? That's about to change."
Ben dropped his pants in front of everyone, his penis standing erect and
pointing at her. Sally's eyes went wide. The struggle on her face shown
through as she tried to keep her pretty new doe eyes focused on Ben's
face but kept drifting back down to his penis. She began to shudder.
"This is something you want now, isn't it Sally?" Ben continued. Sally
began to shake her head but she only got half a turn in before she gave
up and continued to stare at it. She bit her lip. Her left hand drifted
to her new pussy and she slipped a finger inside herself and started to
shutter. Even from where I was standing I could see her slit was now
glistening and wet. With her right hand she bent forward to touch Ben's
hard cock.
"You don't get this until you tell me your new name," Ben said, pulling
away and breaking the spell. The girl tore her eyes from the cock and
looked at Ben, almost pleading.
"My name is....Jo....J....Sally. My name is Sally.....I NEED that," she
said, motioning for the cock as her eyes starting to water.
"Good Girl, you can now suck it." And with that the new girl got on her
knees and crawled to Ben. There was only a moments hesitation before she
put her mouth on his cock and then began to suck furiously. In a moment
she started bobbing up and down on his member, her eyes rolled back in
her head in bliss. "You like this now, don't you Sally?" He said. She
never broke stride but she did nod her head a little and stole a glance
up at Ben. "Good, because this is what you'll do for all of us from now
on and forever. Doesn't that sound good?" Sally winched a little but
continued to suck. Ben pulled his cock from her mouth and spewed his seed
over her pretty face. She wasted no time licking it up.
Ben zipped up his pants. "You can cum Sally. Cum really hard for us."
Sally began to convulse and shudder. She laid down on her back and spread
her cute legs wide open and she shook.
"Ohhh Gawwwddd," she shouted and grabbed her boobs. "Oh my gawwwwwd this
feels so good!"
"Her pussy and ass are also up for grabs aren't they Sally?" Ben said,
addressing the crowd. Sally didn't answer, she was still in ecstasy on
the floor. One of the side affects of being enslaved was that your mind
would also be enslaved. You became a slave to all men from your clan and
couldn't possibly disobey their rules, commands, or suggestions. After
the games you could keep your slaves or sell them for millions. Most
winners kept a few of their favorites and sold the rest to high end
brothels. Men would come from all over the world for a night with one of
these slaves. They were so devoted to you that they wouldn't even cum
without your permission. I often wondered just how much these slaves
remembered of their old life.
"I want..." the girl said as she sat up back into a kneeling positon. "I
want you all. I serve you all." In her eyes were total devotion to the
men in the room. She would do anything for us, she loved us.
One Week Later:
"Go fetch me some lunch and then we'll play," I commanded Sally as I sat
on my bed, overlooking the view from my room. She promptly turned on her
small heels and left the room.
One week into the games and everyone had fallen into a role. Ben had been
declared our informal leader. I had become the head of security for our
castle and had a team of guards. Because of my status I had been given
one of the top rooms higher in the castle. I had a large bed, private
bathroom, and an amazing view of the surrounding area.
We now had six slaves. Sally, Breanna, Katie, Jamie, Rachel, and Ali.
Each time we caught someone we had a show and someone from the crowd was
picked to deflower the poor girl. We had caught most of the people from
the Blue Clan and two from the purple clan. Our scouts said the blue
castle was just a few miles into the woods. We hadn't discovered anyone
else.
We had also lost Owen, the boy I met on the bus. He went out on a raiding
party and never returned. Chances are he was somewhere in the Games on
his knees and sucking on someone's pecker right now. I laughed at the
thought.
Sally entered the room again quietly. She was wearing thong panties and a
bra, our standard uniform for slaves at the moment. She was carrying a
tray of food and looking down at the ground like the good submissive girl
she had become. Sally had quickly become a favorite amongst the clan
leaders and tonight I got to spend time with her.
"Sit the food over there and come join me on the bed," I commanded. She
gently put the food down and crawled up next to me, her small hands
rubbing my chest and slowly and unconsciously drifting towards my penis.
It was weird knowing this was all being broadcast somewhere. Part of me
realized Jen was watching, my family was watching, but part of me didn't
care. I had complete power. And without actually seeing camera's it was
easy to forget that everything was televised and recorded.
"I'm going to fuck you," I said to Sally. "I want you to spread those
legs for me." This commanding attitude I had came naturally around our
slave girls. They were just so damn submissive and willing.
'Yes Master! Of Course!" Sally giggled as if I had just told a joke. She
slipped her panties off and spread her legs, wedging herself under me. I
still couldn't get enough of those nice shapely legs and how they led up
to her smooth bald pussy. I stroked my cock against the lips of her new
vagina and she began to shudder.
"Tell me," I asked curiously as she looked deep into my eyes, "do you
remember being a man? A man like me? With a dick?" I could tell the
question confused her somewhat as I spoke. She attempted to close her
legs just a little bit and said nothing, shutting her eyes. "Tell me," I
repeated.
"Yes," she said, clearly a bit flustered. "I...I remember having a penis.
I remember everything."
"And yet you want mine right now? Inside you?"
"Uh, yes. I just can't help it. I want it. You're my master. I was weak,
stupid, smelly boy. I am useful now. I'm helping men now, real men. Oh
god PLEASE FUCK ME. I NEED IT," she said, her voice panicking even more
as she spoke. I just hovered my penis over the opening of her wet slit
and she tried desperately to reach up and push her vagina into me.
"Good Girl, Good Girl," I said as I slowly slid myself into her.
"Ohhh," she squeaked.
"Once I win the games I'm going to bring you home. To your home, and I'm
going to let all your former friends have a go at you. Wouldn't that be
nice Sally?" I said as I pounded away.
"Yes!" she cried. "I want that. You can use me however you want! I'm so
dumb but you're like, so smart and you know what's best for a girl like
me!" I pumped faster inside her. Her legs spread, hands holding my neck,
she looked right into my eyes and I knew I owned her. I found myself
cumming and she squealed even louder.
"You can cum now, bitch," I said. No sooner had the words left my mouth
that I felt her vagina clench around my penis. She squealed and squealed,
shouting yes yes yes. I laid next to her for a few moments and then
said. "Put your panties and bra on and get out of here now."
"Did I not do good, Master Russell?" she asked, starting to sniffle.
"No you did fine, a man needs his time alone to think now. Get out." And
with that Sally crawled off the bed, cum still seeping out of her pussy.
With her dainty little hands she grabbed the skimpy underwear and slipped
it on over her legs and pulled up to cover herself. She then put the bra
on and pranced out of the room, looking back once to steal a look at my
naked body. I was amazed at how effeminate she was, how she had put the
bra on so easily. Being slaved really changed a person, I thought with a
laugh.
Very lazily I stood up from the bed and walked naked over to the castle
window. I smelled the smoke before I saw the flame. Out in the distance
at the edge of our field a fire was blazing and spreading. Shit, I
thought as my mind focused into action. I grabbed my clothes and the few
stick weapons I had and rushed out of the room. We're being attacked.
The Capture:
I had gathered a few more men with me and rushed out of the bottom floor
of the castle towards the fire. I had alerted Ben and told him to gather
more reinforcements. I also shouted for Jax on the way out, as he was my
number 2 in command but I never found him. Instead, I had with me a man
everyone called Luke B (apparently we had more than one Luke in our
group) and another man named Kyle.
We made it to the edge of the woods and saw two guys dressed in blue
fanning the flames of the fire. "Lets get them!" I shouted. I could just
picture it now, adding two more slaves to our roster.
"You bitches are mine," Luke B yelled as all three of us charged them. I
thought we caught them off guard because at that moment they looked up to
see us charging them with the sticks and nets.
To our surprise they just stood there and let the nets get thrown on
them. I began hitting them with sticks and both boys crumbled to the
ground. One tried to say something but only mumbled.
"What do you say? You little cunty?" I shouted at him. "I'm going to have
fun breaking you into tonight!"
The kid looked up at me and shouted, "I said...NOW."
And then something rushed me from the side and my world went black.
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