Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
66. A Bargain
Fx took great pains with Dude this morning, his eyes pained. Dude
tried to search Fx's face for some knowledge of what was to happen,
but could only see that the man was disturbed. Though Dudes back was
still a bit raw and had to be covered in places with bandages, he was
dressed by FX in clothes to go out. FX fitted him with his locking
chastity belt, then a custom made pair of pants and silk shirt,
leaving it open above the navel. Stepping back he looked at the effect
the clothes had on the slaves body. Yes ..it would do nicely. A pair
of suede shoes and the chain mail collar from Strangeblades completed
the ensemble. Dude tried asking him where they were going, but FX
would only look at him with that sad look in his eyes and say nothing.
Stepping behind Dude FX cuffed his hands together and chained the
cuffs to the collar...hooking the chain over a hook he turned and went
to dress himself. Dapper in his Armani suit, he led Dude to the car
and settled him inside. FX looked at the young slave, his heart
breaking, but knew it was for the best. An afterthought sent him back
to the house for a pair of blindfold sunglasses. Hakeem's rules were
that no slave would know where the auction house was...Carefully he
placed the wrap around glasses on Dude, robbing him of his sight. The
inside of the glasses were padded with cotton, no one looking at Dude
as they drove would know he could not see. Sadly he started the car
and turned it north to the freeway. The trip took all of 2 hours,
though Dude could not see where they were going and FX would not
answer his questions, he could feel the twists and turns as the car
maneuvered through traffic and onto the side streets. His stomach
knotted up...where was he going...why was he cuffed and
blindfolded....FX has said that he would sell him, had he found
buyers?...sight unseen??? The car stopped and then started again..and
Dude could hear the barking of dogs being left behind. They sounded
enormous...and vicious. A chill raced down his spine. At long last the
car pulled to a stop and FX turned the engine off.
He looked at the Mansion before him, a Wright design it was stark but
strangely beautiful, fitting into the surrounding area without
intruding. No one would know that it belonged to an Arab Oil Baron
whose mundane life included dabbling in the movie industry and whose
private pleasure was the procurement, training and sale of human
slaves. The high stonewalls and trees hid much of what was going on in
the compound, so much of it underground, nearly 100 acres separating
him from his nearest neighbors. FX waited in the car with Dude for
Hakeem's man to come and escort them into the mansion. He watched the
trained Dobermans and Shepherd's dancing around the car, teeth
flashing as they leaped at the windows. Ra exited the house and
approached the car...the dogs dashing off to look for other prey as he
approached the car. FX's eyes took in the large golden musculature of
the major domo of the house, the gray eyes, overshadowed by hair so
black it hurt. Ra opened the door for FX and bowed slightly to him
before going around and pulling Dude from the car. "Hey...let
go...Master where are we..please what is going on...tell me!!!!" Dude
struggled against the cuffs and Ra, frightened, but Ra handled him as
easily as a baby. Barely noticing the frantic struggles of the slave,
Ra forced him up the wide stairs and into the house. FX followed
chewing his lip....now that it had come to it...he was not sure he was
doing the right thing. Ra released Dude when FX turned to the
frightened slave, murmuring soft words trying to ease his
fears..."It's ok...I know you are scared..but you are also unhappy in
my care...I'm sorry...shhhhhhh it's alright....you are going to your
new owners from here...your going to be ok."
Dude tried to draw some comfort from the words but found none. all he
had to cling to was FX's assurances that he would find him an owner
that would treat him well. Nodding at Ra who stood impassively by
waiting, FX took up Dudes' leash and led him behind the silent man
into the reception room. Finally Dudes eyes were uncovered to take in
the room. Austere, it held an iron cage on wheels, a post with cuffs
and a dais. Dude was forced to the pole to face it, and his hands
swiftly uncuffed and re-attached to the overhead chains. He had not
been more than an annoyance to Ra as he fought to remain free. His
eyes were drawn to the dais and the largest man he had ever seen,
reclining upon it. Dressed in ceremonial Arab robes, the mans face was
masked under his burnoose. Dude could not see the mans face, but he
could feel the eyes that blazed forth from behind the mask examining
him, coveting his flesh as Ra cut away his clothing. Heaving his bulk
upwards Hakeem approached the terrified slave. Ra knew what Hakeem
would want and gripped the slaves head yanking it back. Dudes mouth
opened in a scream
"MMMMMMMMAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR" only to
have Ra grip the chastity belts cod piece and squeeze. As he gasped
for air against the pain, Hakeem explored his mouth with his fingers,
checking his teeth. Dude gagged as the fat fingers were forced down
into his throat, but with Ra's hand holding his head there was no way
he could reject them. Hakeem ran his hands over the slave's flesh,
testing the muscles beneath, then waited as Ra removed the chastity
belt before manhandling the tender globes and cock. Fx watched as his
slave was examined from head to toe, wincing as Dudes legs were pulled
back and his ass roughly probed. Finally Hakeem was satisfied, and
nodded. The slave was damaged, but healing, he would accept
consignment of him. Dude hung from the cuffs, his flesh crawling with
the feel of Hakeem's hands still, his anus distended from the probing
of it with 4 fat fingers. He had never felt like a slave in FX's
care...not like here, where he was little more than a piece of meat.
Slowly it dawned on him that this was not his final destination and he
thanked his stars for that. "Take him below and make sure he is
"comfortable"" Dudes scream as he was released and hoisted up on Ra's
shoulder tore through FX's heart. Sadly he watched his slave carried
away.
"Now we have a bit of business to conduct and then I will show you
some of the merchandise I have for sale." Hakeem settled back upon the
dais...and offered FX the papers to fill out. They were the standard
form....name of slave...next to it a stock number starting with
M.,age, body mods, years of training, uses to which put, skills,
relatives (yes or no), bottom price. Taking a deep breath FX filled in
the blanks, he was tempted to pump up Dudes skills and willingness a
bit, but decided that honesty would bring the slave less pain in the
long run. With a heavy heart he initialed the bottom line, no names
were ever used. Taking a last look at the papers, he handed them over
to Hakeem. "Good, Good, don't worry my friend I will make sure that he
finds a good home....Now...how about a little refreshment and
then...you can shop at your leisure." Hakeem reached over and gripped
bell pull yanking on it once. Almost immediately the door opened and a
slave entered the room bearing a tray with coffee and sweetmeats upon
it. FX reclined on the dais as the young Nubian male approached to
kneel. His eyes took in the youth of the slave..no more than 20,his
dark chocolate skin glistening with oils, his young heavy cock pierced
and chained to his hands, pulled painfully as he served the coffee to
guest first and then his Master. Hakeem smiled as he watched FX's
reaction to the slave, and nodded...he now knew which merchandise
would tempt this buyer. "You have a fine eye friend...this one is a
personal slave of mine...mouth as soft as a rose petal and as trained
as a houris....kesim..turn around so that our guest can see you
properly." The slave set the tray down and turned in place on his
knees...with quivering flesh he bent his head to the floor his tight
ass spreading wide to reveal the distended asshole filled with a
stretcher plug, the base protruding through the tight ring nearly 5
inches around. "That plug is 10 inches long" Hakeem reached out his
foot and fucked the plug into the slaves ass..listening to the groans
of pain and hunger from the slave. FX shifted uncomfortable, his pants
seeming too tight all of a sudden. Hakeem laughed.."kesim see to my
guests needs" Immediately the slave spun and crawled to FX, his hands
reaching for his zipper and lowering it. With tenderness he eased FX's
cock from his pants and looked up, the young beautiful face glancing
up at him, and then dropping the heavily lashed eyes, lowered his
mouth to touch only the eye of FX's cock with his tongue. Butter-soft
flicks teased the pre-cum from him, sending shivers down his spine as
the mouth gently drew him inwards. The warm wet cavern of the slaves
mouth welcomed him, drawing him to the back of his throat as the hands
of the slave cupped his balls, milking them gently. The coffee cup
rattled slightly in his hands as the skilled young slave, reminded him
of the joys of a slave who truly enjoyed his service. Something he had
not felt from Dude in a long time. The hot young tongue swirled in
motion around the cock as the mouth corkscrewed in the opposite
direction and moved back and forth as well. He could see the slaves
ass forcing the plug deep into his own ass with his heels and knew
that the slave too found pain and pleasure as he served. It had been
too long since FX had felt such pleasure and his hand soon gripped the
shaved head of the slave to force his cock deep into his mouth,
throbbing and swelling as he prepared to flood the hungry milking
mouth. Coffee forgotten on the dais beside him, He thrust a final time
deep in the slaves mouth, flooding it, filling it with his hot cum,
his balls churning in pleasure as the slave swallowed and licked at
him drawing the last of it from his cock. Slowly kasim leaned back,
his tongue cleaning the cock before him and then licking his lips like
a sleek dark cat, his eyes soft and gentle with a glow of bedroom
pleasures. "You..were right Hakeem....he is a special slave" FX slowly
regained his composer. "No he is not...just a well trained one. When
you have recovered we will go and take a look at the merchandise" FX
smiled and sipped at his coffee....if there was a slave for
him...Hakeem would probably have it.
Lovelylady looked at LAGaurdian...her eyes exploring his face. They
had done nothing since he had purchased her and she was beginning to
wonder if he had purchased her just to rescue her. She had been
bathed, her wounds cared for and forced to rest, his hands firm, his
voice soft, but he was definitely in charge. Her eyes glanced back to
his face and dropped startled to find him looking at her. He had not
told her he could not, but still... LAG leaned up on one elbow and
looked at the pretty slave laying next to him. She seemed a bit
brighter, and well rested...yes...it was time. Rising from the bed LAG
looked down at the slave. "Belly" the word was spoken softly, but
firmly..lovely had no hesitation but rolled immediately to her stomach
to lay quiet. LAG turned to his bag and removed two pairs of cuffs on
long chains. Swiftly he threaded them under the bed and secured the
slave. Between the size of the bed and the petite form of his property
the cuffs held her splayed wide open. He could see the strain on
wrists and ankles as she was nearly suspended from the tension. He
patted her ass and left her laying there as he went into the bathroom.
She could hear the sounds of him freshening up, but despite her
contortions was unable to see him. She was appalled when he left the
room, closing the door behind him, suddenly shaking as she realized
just how helpless she was, how little she knew of what to expect from
him. LAG moved quickly down the stairs to the kitchen, he did not want
to leave her long...only long enough for the doubt and fear to work on
her. She had been a pony girl, but her role would now change to suit
him. Reliance on what she knew would have to be broken, she would have
to become fully dependant upon him, his desires for her flesh..and the
first step was to un-nerve her. Not to give her what she expected, and
to keep her off balance. He would need food to help in this....and her
pain. Rapidly he gathered up the fixings for a light meal, bread,
cheese, cold cuts and drink and placed them on a tray. Carrying it, he
entered the living room and put it on a table while he went through
his music bag. Discarding tape after tape he finally found the one he
was looking for...soft music in the beginning to warm her up and relax
her...then heavy, primitive sounds to draw her deep, returning to a
soft jazz to cool her down. Finally he was ready, and picking up the
tray went back up to the room. Lovely lay where he had left her...the
burn in her shoulders and thighs from the bondage making her moan
softly. She had been exposed before, but somehow, this Owner, and the
way he had bound her made her feel vulnerable as the soft tissues of
her privates lay open to the cool room air. Struggle as she might, she
could not close her legs even a millimeter, only succeeding in rubbing
her clit against through cover of the bed. She froze as the bedroom
door opened, and could feel LAG's eyes taking in the results of her
struggle. He smiled, the slave was soaking wet, and placing the tray
upon the bed probed the pink folds of her flesh. His thick fingers
milked her clit, teasing it to swelling and leaking sweet fluids from
within her. Lovely tried, tensing, trying to control herself to not
give in so easily, and was chagrined to hear a groan of hunger escape
her lips as his fingers left her trembling on the edge. A deep blush
of shame raced over her flesh as he stopped and offered his fingers to
her mouth. Reluctantly, she opened and sucked them clean, confused by
the way he took such charge of her body. EvilKath had owned her, made
her into what she wanted her to be, but never had she yielded so
easily...it was under her own terms, her own drive to be the best at
whatever was decided for her that made her the special pony she was.
LAg rose and put on the music and the soft strains of Enya filled the
room. He looked at the flesh open before him, and wanted to do nothing
more that plunge into it, possess it, explore it...but he knew that if
he did..if he did not keep tight controls on himself...he would be as
much her slave as she was his. He needed to mold her first, that she
never know just how much he wanted her. His eyes sought his bag, and
he selected a heavy whip from within. Made of masons thread it hung in
his hands nearly 3 lbs in weight. Slowly he walked around behind the
girl, swinging it, readying it, and struck. The deep THUD as it
wrapped her flesh, made lovely jump, but it was not pain, only a
warming of her flesh and between the music and the Thuds began to
relax into it. This was not so bad..it was not painful...but...she
began to realize the trap in it. For each blow ground her clit to the
bed, drew her mind back with it, waiting for the next one...the music
soothing and easing her mind into the rhythm. LAG smiled...she would
be ready for the next instrument soon....and so would he....
