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Guess who's earning his Jack of Spades tattoo this weekend?
The comandante always enjoyed interrogating the young rebels. They would often get involuntary erections when he fondled their genitals before attaching the electrodes to their penis and testicles.
Here I was: nervous, vulnerable, helpless, and excited. No one in their right mind should ever voluntarily put themselves in the position I am in: about to be tortured for information by a notorious cruel and sadistic master, who has a seemingly endless supply of torture implements and cruel ideas. Yet, I chose to be here. I sought him out for what we call an interrogation game. I am here entirely out of my own volition, and while what is about to happen to me terrifies me, I cannot wait for it to start!
The game's rules have been clearly laid out and agreed upon by both. There is a small time-locked safe with the only key to a chastity device in it. And, there are two codes. One code was set by me and only I know the code. Once that code is entered, the safe will be locked for one month with no way to open it before that. The other code is set by the interrogator. Once he puts in the code, the safe will randomly lock for a period between 1h and 24h.
Once we start, he will lock the chastity cage on my dick -- the cage leaves plenty of freedom to torture my balls -- and put the key in the safe. He uses his code. Neither of us will know whether the safe will open in 1h, 24h, or anywhere in between. He gets to torture me and try to get my code from me in any way he sees fit until the safe opens. The only limits are permanent damage and dangerous activities. I, of course, can end the torture at any time by giving my code, but I know that will result in one month of chastity -- bearable but also scary enough to give me plenty of incentive to suffer the torture and the interrogation.
The fact that neither of us know whether he has 1h or a full day to get the code out of me makes things extra difficult and exciting -- it's much easier to bear torture if you know it'll end soon. At the same time, it gives him extra incentive to keep up the pressure: there's no point in pacing yourself if the safe could open any second.
Some extra incentives are: if he manages to get the code out of me, he not only gets to fuck my pussy, he will get to claim my pussy any time he wants for as long as my dick remains locked. I agreed to be on call as long as I'm locked. And, for me: if I manage to suffer through the torture I not only get unlocked, I also get rewarded with one hour with his own personal slave whose cock sucking and rimming skills are famous. More importantly, I get to take pride in having suffered through the torture and interrogation of one of the most notorious sadists in the city!
When we went to a clothing-optional gay resort, my husband worried that the fact that we were there together could dissuade people from making a move on him, thinking he's partnered and therefore not cruising for sex. So, he figured he should clearly signal that I'm not here as his equal partner, but rather as his chaste, submissive cuckold. Leading me through the resort on a leash, collared and caged, sent exactly that message.
"Him? Oh, no. Don't worry about him. He's just my chaste cuckold; we can fuck if you want to."
"Hmmm... what about your husband?"
"Well, I'm sure he'd love to watch but if you're not comfortable with that, we can just lock him in the closet."
Not only did those who witnessed my humiliating parade know the score immediately, the word also spread quickly and the next day everyone addressed me as 'cucky'. His plan worked perfectly and throughout our entire stay, he got all the dick and boy pussy he could ever want, an unending supply.

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Tripoli, North Africa, 1647 : The Slave-market
The auctioneer studies the paper and periodically looks up from his reading to peer intently at Tobias who wonders about this; of course, he’s not to know this paper tells the auctioneer that he is a captured English seaman and that he is 22 years old. That’s all the auctioneer needs to know and he will use this information as a selling point as he presents Tobias to the buyers.
The auctioneer raises his hand to still the buzz of conversation that fills Tobias’s head with a sound akin to a thousand, angry wasps and waits in dignified silence until the crowd is hushed. Then and only then does he speak. Tobias knows he is speaking about him and even though he doesn’t understand the words, he instinctively knows he is extolling Tobias’s virtues. If Tobias could understand him, he would be surprised for the auctioneer is fulsome in his praise of him.
“Behold the unbeliever! Have you ever seen a more worthy slave? Truly he was born to serve in whatever capacity his master decrees. Look at his youthful body; marvel at the strength of his powerful chest and the width of his shoulders. Gaze upon his strong limbs; the reach of his arms and the power of his legs. And behold the slave’s arse! Truly it is that of a work slave. This slave was born for hard labour; to toil at the oar of a galley, to labour in your fields or your quarries. And yet, he has the looks and the demeanour to serve you in your homes or bedrooms. Tell me! Have you ever seen a more promising slave than this young Nasrani? At twenty-two, he is a mere babe with many years of productive labour ahead of him. His papers tell me that the infidel’s name is Tobias and that he is a peasant, country born and raised in that far away den of iniquity, that home of Shaitan and his foul spawn – England. And in his later years he served as a seaman where his body was honed to the physical perfection you now see before you. Fortune smiled upon the true believer the day this young infidel was delivered into our hands. But come; don’t be shy! Come feel the hardness of the slave’s body. Feel the power of his muscles for yourselves. Test the strength of his limbs. Come place your hands on the slave. Inspect him, examine him and you will see that I don’t exaggerate when I say this slave is true perfection. I invite your bids for this magnificent slave!”
This is "Abd" and the name means slave which is exactly what he is.
It is no surprise that he greatly pleased his Master with his handsome features and magnificent physique. However, at first, he resisted his Master's advances but after several painful sessions under the whip he learned the lesson of all slaves; that he has no will of his own and that his body belongs to his Master.
Reluctantly, he submitted his arse and mouth for his Master's use and, in time, he even learned to enjoy being a pleasure-slave. It can said he worked hard offering up his arse to satisfy his Master and he quickly became his Master's favourite "boy".
In return, the Master treated Abd as his most favoured slave and although kept naked at all times, his body was adorned with the most elaborate and expensive gold, jewel encrusted collar with matching amulets, cock-ring and nipple piercings to show his "special" status within the harem.
However, sadly, pleasure slaves eventually lose their appeal and are quickly replaced by a newer, fresher slave. Recently, in his presence, he overheard his Master say to a friend - "you tire of fucking the same slave's arse and you do need to find a new one".
Last night, he was called to the Master's bedchamber and while there he saw his replacement - a young, blond Norwegian slave. The Master removed all his body jewellery and personally fitted it on the new slave and told Abd he had no further use for him. Tomorrow, he would be taken from the harem to the stables where he would be used as a harness slave pulling a rickshaw for the Master's elderly, father who is unable to walk great distances.
Here, as he waits for Faris, the stable-master to collect him, Abd looks wistfully out over the palace grounds from the male harem knowing this is now all lost to him. In future, there'll be no more silk couches to sleep on, no more exotic foods and tasty titbits fed to him by his doting Master.
Now, he'll sleep naked and in chains in a straw-strewn stable stall, he'll be fed slave slop twice daily and spend his days in harness running and sweating under the driver's cruel whip.
Tunis, 1715 Waiting in a holding pen, immediately below the auction-block, these newly captured young Christians await their sale into bitter slavery. Imagine if you can, their feelings of apprehension and fear knowing that soon they will be dragged ignominiously from the safe refuge of the holding-pen, made to mount the stairs and clumsily scrabble up on to the auction-block as their heavy shackles allow. There, the slave's body will be extolled by the auctioneer as he is made to flex and pose and rotate his body to show his impressive physique to the eager buyers. Eventually, a buyer will shout out - 'show us some more' - and the auctioneer will crudely tear away the slave's loin-cloth exposing his genitals to public scrutiny. The slave gasps and involuntarily covers his cock and balls in a vain attempt to maintain a modicum of decency. But the auctioneer will not tolerate any false modesty from a slave - least of all, a hated Nasrani slave - and a couple of vicious swipes of his cane across the slave's arse together with the order to 'raise your arms high above your head, slave,' ensures the nothing is hidden from the buyers. Slowly, the slave is made to rotate his body until his back is to the buyers. Then comes the most humiliating part of any slave's sale as he is ordered to 'bend and spread'. The slave hesitates and once more the cane is brought into use. The slave cries out in pain, frustration and anger but knows he is helpless to resist and so he shuffles his feet apart as far as his ankle chains allow, bends low at the waist and reaching behind, he opens up his arse-crack ad exposes his most private part to the buyers' lascivious view and ribald laughter. As he pulls his arse-cheeks apart, he is subjected to the loud taunts, guffaws and crude comments from an unsympathetic, hostile audience. Next the auctioneer calls for bids and eventually the slave is sold and led away to meet his new Master and begin an onerous life of bitter slavery. One wonders what the new slave's future entails. Such is the fate of all Christians unfortunate enough to fall into the hands of the Ottomans and their Arab brethren.
Three years ago, he was "snatched" from the streets of Paris, transported to the Middle-East and sold as a slave at auction. He was bought as a pleasure-slave by a wealthy Arab and confined to the male seraglio.
The premier slave dealership of Skank and Dreyfus is contracted by the government to process criminals sentenced to slavery through the courts and to turn them into marketable commodities.
The process of doing this is a long one and it takes several months to turn a sullen and surly criminal into a docile, compliant, and obedient slave. Our training methods are necessarily harsh as the "trainees" are subjected to rigorous training and punishment.
Once the criminal is sentenced, his training as a slave begins immediately and he is transported to the Skank and Dreyfus processing centre to begin his journey into slavery.
The first step in this journey is for the new slave to be evaluated by one of our experienced assessors. As can be seen in this picture, on arrival at the processing centre, the slaves are hosed down and hung up in threes to dry.
Being suspended like this, first of all, immobilises the slave and makes his naked body fully available for close quarter inspection. And being suspended by the wrists highlights the slave's musculature making it easier for our assessor to gauge his physical strengths and weaknesses.
The assessor pays particular attention to the slave's ass and genitals and his recommendation will determine the slave's future role either as a "pleasure slave" or as a beast-of-burden".
Careful attention is shown to the slave's ass; is he a virgin and if not, the assessor notes the tightness and elasticity of the slave's asshole to determine whether or not he can be sold as a "bed buck".
Here at Skank and Dreyfus, we take pride in the quality of our products and we'll never sell a slave under false pretences.
And the slave's cock and balls are also carefully examined for any physical defects or abnormalities. At this stage, the slave's potency isn't tested; that happens during the next step of the processing when the slave visits the vet for a more detailed examination.
The assessor also notes if a new slave requires "skinning" and if so, then the next stop for the unfortunate slave is the skinning/branding bench.
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