21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part X

                                       By Reqavan

One-eight-six waited in her madam’s bedroom for her twice-weekly reward. She couldn’t believe her eyes when the door opened; she was looking at a miniature Greek God. Like the red head he was not a midget or dwarf but not much taller than one. His wavy almost blonde hair was set in a page cut ala early Beatles. She waved him over as the guard left, revealing a face prettier than most females with wide almond green eyes, a small straight nose,  small chin and full pouty lips.

His pubes were shaved of course like all male slaves but his skin seemed nearly hairless with an almost soft female quality. He stared at her with an eager ready to paunch expression. His penis rose quickly to a slender six inches that looked large for his short stature.

“You’re a slave too, why am I here?” He spoke in a soft feminine seductive mellow tone.

“You’re my reward for special services rendered to the syndicate.” She reached and grasped his ass cheeks pulling him into her body his stiff throbbing cock settling in her cleavage. He immediately began to rock his pelvis and in about ten strokes splattered a larger load reaching as far as her neck. “That was quick sweetie,” she bent over and sucked him clean. “You have served a meal on my chest dear, how’s your appetite?” He dropped to his knees and eagerly slurped his own semen out of her cleavage and neck. She kissed him passionately when he finished.

“Wow…I like your full figure; I’m still horny can I fuck you now?” She rolled back on the bed and he jumped on her, quickly penetrating her cunt. He wasted no time and pumped her hard, coming in about fifteen strokes.

“Hey you didn’t wait for me.” She pushed him down and mashed his face into her cunt. He licked her skillfully and she held him there until she’d cum three times. She pulled him back up and kissed him passionately again. His cock was still hard as a rock against her belly as he played with one on her tits. “You’re not done yet my love.” She asked him as he fondled her body ravenously.

“Blow me please,” She pushed him off her and swallowed his cock getting a load in her mouth in a short time.

“What are you my love, a semen machine?” She kissed him, pouring some of his own cum in his mouth. He sucked hard on her mouth getting as much semen as he could before answering.

“Semen is my life and I can cum twenty times in one day.” She kissed him again while hugging him tight.

“How long have you been here?”

“I’m four weeks out of the pit and I love being a sex slave.”

“Really, where are you from and how long have you been sexually active?”

“Northern Ireland and I had barely reached puberty before my older cousin Gary made me blow him. He was very surprised that it gave me a hard on and then he sucked my cock too. He was living with us because his parents were working overseas. We shared a bedroom, so sucking cock became a nightly occurrence and I learned to love swallowing. After a few more months, I began to produce semen. He said we should both swallow so there would be no tell tale stains on the bed sheets.

“One night a distant relative Devon, who was staying with us for a few weeks because of a small fire in his house caught us having sex. We soon became not only his lovers but also in his words his personal bitch sex slaves. He demanded and taught us to perform erotic massages and tongue baths. Compared to us he was quite well hung and he began training us using breathing techniques to deep throat each other and then his thick weapon. We had to kneel and kiss his feet and thank him sincerely for serving him. I found the experience exhilarating to say the least; to obey and submit to any sexual request seemed to be my calling.

Did you ever have a woman at that time?”

“My first woman was my piano teacher. She was about thirty and besides piano lessons; she taught me how to make love to a woman, including oral sex. Then later my history teacher had me come to her house for extra lessons that I didn’t really need. That turned in to sex as well. She was into weird stuff like having me suck and eat a banana and other food items out of her pussy. She called it the gourmand dining experience.

“I found that everyone, men and women were after me because of my size and girlish face. People called me cutie pie, sweetie or the pretty one and many other sweet handles. Most of course did not go after me in a sexual way but I could always sense sexual tension. I hated it when I was little because I wanted to be tough like other boys but I learned later on that my feminine looks was a one way ticket to sexual intercourse which became an obsession. I know the word nymphomaniac relates to women. I looked it up on the internet, in men its satyr or something. All I know is that I can never get enough and I don’t care from what gender.”

“That makes two of us dear, but go on.”

“About six months after becoming Devon’s bitch sex slave I was sent to a boy’s boarding school. I had heard that older students in these schools used juniors as their personal servants. One of the seniors told me to come to his room the very first night and informed me that I was his servant. I had to clean his room, do his bed, polishing his shoes, wash his socks etc. With my obedient attitude, I accepted his orders and spent an hour performing various tasks. When done he inform me that I had to play the bagpipes for him. I told him that I could play piano but not the bagpipes. He dropped his pants and pointed to his genitals telling me that that was my bagpipes.

“I caught on immediately and knelt to kiss his feet before beginning, giving him, the benefit of Devon’s total submissive training. He gasped in disbelief when I began by deep throating his substantial weapon while expertly fingering his balls and taint. I held his cock down for maybe five seconds before proceeding with the actual blowjob. He exploded filling my mouth in less than ten seconds groaning with pleasure. I swallowed his cum noisily, moaning with pleasure as taught by Devon and then sucked him clean. I then kissed his feet again before thanking him royally for letting me pleasure his cock.

“I ended up sucking him several time every evening but was disappointed that he never joined in a duet. What he did though was to spread the word, bragging that his servant was the best bagpipe performer in the school. That led to me being farmed-out or traded for other juniors. I soon became known as a musical maestro or virtuoso, giving concerts sometimes three or four times nightly. I did tell my senior after a few days that I was a little disappointed not getting satisfaction myself. Because of my busy schedule, he had brought another student in to do his menial chores and he gave me permission to use him as my slave, providing that I teach him my skills. The other students name was Dennis and he eagerly followed my instructions [laying my bagpipes several times a night. After a few weeks, Dennis became good enough to satisfy our senior and he was then farmed-out for concerts. That led to me giving private music lessons to several other juniors who of course practiced their musical exercises on my instrument.

“I was abducted while at that school two days before my eighteenth birthday. I used to jog in an adjacent park where other people not from the school jogged as well. Running got my mind of sex for some reason. For about a month or more, a man with a British accent in his mid twenties befriended me. We used to stop when he got out of breath and sit on a bench talking about this and that; then one day while talking, he put one arm around me, grasped my thigh and moved his hand up and touched my crotch.

“I don’t know why but sitting close shoulder to shoulder made me horny. So I already had a hard on, which he had probably noticed. He grasped my cock hard through my flimsy running suit and told me he wanted blow me. Once I got hard, I had no resistance with just about anyone and I agreed to go with him to a public washroom where he gave me three great blowjobs in about half an hour. We met every few days after that, blowing each other.

“One day while sitting on a bench with his hand fondling my crotch, another man showed up. He introduced him as his pal Tex. He was in his mid thirties and spoke with a broad Tex accent. He sat down with us and I thought because of limited space put his arm around me. Then suddenly…out of the blue he kissed me. I was a little surprised but since my regular friend had a good grasp on my stiffy, I was helpless and I kissed him back. He suggested because it was starting to drizzle that we go to his van parked in a paved lot nearby. It was a tradesman’s van with no windows in the back. I noticed that the van had a well known rental name and a phone number on the side. The rear was empty except for a large camper’s air mattress. The American undressed me while my British friend drove the van. He used a towel to rub and massage my entire body even though I was not really wet. After that, he hugged, kissed and fondled me for a while and then blew me again. He then proceeded to fondle and kiss me before giving me another great blowjob. The Van had come to a stop somewhere and my friend came back to join us. He wanted a blowjob with me laying on top of him in the opposite direction while Tex watched. He fingered my nuts and stroked my cock making me cum on his chest. The American began to grope, hand spank and kiss my ass cheeks. Then just as my mouth filled with a delicious load of hot semen, I felt a needle in my ass. You know the rest.”

“What did you think of our mistress and the warden?”

“I love the madam’s thick fleshy midget body. The warden not so much but as I said before, once someone touches me I get horny as hell. I had never been buggered before but he had the guard insert a butt plug the first day and then I allmost got to enjoy it. At least I didn’t have to look at him when he did me doggie style. He corn-holed me three times a day for two days before I was sent to a supervisor.” One-eight-six asked what division.

“There are six females midgets and one slender red head my size; I’m the only male there. I’m being trained to look shy, scared and obedient along with the midgets and the red head. Since I can ejaculate so often he uses me to teach the midgets blowjob skills, you know slurping and swallowing and all that. I do get to have any kind of sex with his female assistant almost every day. She really has a thing for me.

“I don’t get to have regular intercourse with the slaves in the cell block but I have fucked two of the midgets and also the redhead a few times when paired for a client and once at an orgy. We were photographed together for the library, you know naked and in school uniforms and fucking in various positions.

“The uniform is why we’re so popular. Her, in a very short skirt and me in shorts, you know with the white stockings and all that. The clients usually want to catch us necking and then punishes us in various ways, usually hand spankings before having some kind of sex with us. In one case, the client told us to undress and then have sexual intercourse to teach us how to do it properly. Then he spanked us fairly hard; he would spank one while the other sucked on his cock. We took turns doing that four or five times until he came in my mouth. Then I was ordered to spit his semen in her mouth. We both made the appropriate sucking and slurping sounds while eagerly competing to suck the remaining cum out of his cock. He must have blown me four or five times and fucked the red head three times that night.”

“I’ve been at several orgies, what was yours like?”

“Yes, that was quiet a night. We were prepared in the afternoon by our super and paired with a full figure female like you. She was to be our fake mother, all of us dressed in eighteenth century peasant’s rags. In the evening, we were taken to a party room. There were three client couples on one side of a long table set up with food and wine served by two black females in maid’s uniforms. You know with their nipples, cunts and asses exposed.

“In addition, there were three midgets, not from my cellblock on the table, lying on their sides facing the clients with one knee held highs to show their cracks. They were all moaning passionately while constantly, twisting and squirming their little bodies seductively to please the clients.

“One of the male clients addressed our fake mother and ordered her to undress the redhead and me.

She looked shocked, “but milord they be my young ones; I cannot…please milord.”

“You…a lowly peasant servant dare defying me your lord and master. I’ll have you flogged along with your offspring until you all bleed.” She reluctantly began to undress us and we pretended to be horrified lowering our heads in shame as she exposed our naked bodies. We both covered our private parts while sobbing uncontrollably.

“Your offspring are insulting me, your lord and master by hiding their body parts” Undress yourself wench.” She quickly obeyed and faced him naked. He rose, picking up a riding crop and ordered our fake mother to turn around. He gave her five lashes and then addressed the redhead and myself.

“You two are here to satisfy me, your lord and master, my lady and honored guest sexually without question. Any time you cover yourselves and stop looking at me or my guests while smiling obediently I will lash this ungrateful wench of a mother, until she screams in pain. He took a hold of and raised each of our chins and ordered us to look the clients. We uncovered our genitals and the red head her tits and tried to smile.

“That’s much better, don’t ever forget you are only peasants, and I…your lord and master have every right to do as I please with your lives and bodies. He grasped my arm and returned to his chair lifting me on to his lap. He then pointed at the red head motioning for her to go to the far end of the table where a female client lifted her on to her lap. They began to fondle, ravish and kiss us with an almost violent passion while the other clients talked, ate and drank. Every little while we were lifted to the next lap, and eventually ended up at the other end of the table.

“While moving from one lap to another I was amazed watching the midgets. Each of them had the handles of five or six pieces of cutlery in their cunts. When a client needed one they would pull it out, stick the handle in the midget’s mouth to be sucked and then wipe it on her tits before using it. The midgets were constantly moaning with pleasure, gasping pleasurably as the cutlery was removed or reinserted. They were constantly squeezing their cunts on the cutlery actually moving them while rocking their pelvises seemingly in a constant state of orgasmic pleasure.

“When most of the client’s finished eating, one of the maids using a bakers icing tool filled the three midget’s cunts with leftover food. Again, each midget would moan with pleasure as her cunt was stuffed. They would then stand up and walk along the table spread their thighs a bit showing each client that their cunts were not leaking. Some of the clients would stick a finger in their cunts trying to make them leak but the midgets had full control of their vaginal orifices.

“After a while, one midget would be ordered to lie down on her back and another would squat down until her cunt was a hands breath above her gaping mouth and then release the mixture a little at the time. For the second midget the redhead was ordered on the table and fed the same way. I was ordered then to fuck the third midget’s food filled cunt on the table and after ejaculating eat the mixture. That was only the start; I had oral sex with every male client and sex or oral sex with three female clients, three midgets, the two maids, the redhead plus my fake mother. That’s thirteen bodies in one night, hallelujah!

“The food filling went on for a while as two of the female clients wanted to be fed that way. They seemed fascinated filling the midget’s cunts, also the maids, the redhead and our faked mother’s cunts  For convenience, slaves who were to have their cunts stuffed mounted the table with their thighs wide open giving the clients easy access. The women spent a long time using the tool to fill the cunts with various types of food. I watched one female stick a fork into a small piece of steak barely wider than the tines. She then pushed it into a midget’s cunt who, while taking a deep breath apparently tightened her orifice as the client pulled out the fork. She then used the baker’s tool to insert peas, mashed potatoes and a lot of gravy.’ The other female clients copied her, filling a midget and a maid’s cunt.

“Two of the women got on beds at one side of the room and were then fed by squatting slaves. I was ordered on the table and was fed by a midget, eating everything coming out including small pieces of steak. The cunt stuffing and feedings went on for quite a while, making all of us very full.

“After the novelty of cunt stuffing wore of, they started making us play games. First, a large thick foam mat was dragged to the middle of the room. Two midgets were ordered to go to either side of the room and then run as fast as they could, slamming into each other with their arms spread wide then falling to the mat. After getting up they were then given a few minutes to wrestle or cat fight. One midget was then replaced and another loud body slam resulted, followed by more fighting that turned into sexual intercourse. The midgets were of course well trained and put on quite a wrestling and sexual performance.

“Next, our fake mother was ordered to lie down on the mat on her back holding her huge tits close together. Then one midget at the time was ordered to run from the wall and make a flying leap slamming down on her well-padded rubenesque body. This went on for quite a while with the three midget taking turns. Finally all the midgets were ordered to jump on her, running from the wall two seconds apart creating a disorderly pile of midget flesh on top of our fake mother. They were then ordered to catfight or wrestle and then turn it into a four-way sex act. I didn’t see all of it since one of the clients wanted a blow job. The excitement of watching the four-way however made him cum quickly and he made me stand so he could blow me.

“Finally the two black maids who were of course naked by now were told to lay on either side of our fake mother in the opposite direction and the three midgets were ordered to jump them at the same time. That was repeated with the three large women on their stomachs three times. The two black females were large muscular bubble ass types. After the last jumps they were ordered to wrestle or catfight, the midgets being thrown around like rag dolls sometimes right off the mat. They were of course strong and experienced wrestlers and dove right back into the melee with their short little arms and legs flaying all about, kicking clawing as well as biting any piece of flesh they encountered. I had never in my life imagined anything like this and my cock remained stiff as a board. The client I was serving suddenly picked me up and threw me into the fray. I landed on top of the bodies of at least three thrashing females. He then ordered me to fuck the black midget. She was on the bottom and I struggled to claw my way through the churning mass of flesh to her body and with some difficulty penetrated her.

“I had my hands clamped hard onto the midget’s ass cheeks, while her fat little arms and legs clamped viselike around me. Despite the pounding, I managed to stroke her while her pelvis rocked almost violently on my cock. I was in seventh heaven and tried my best to delay ejaculation but the excitement of all that female flesh hammering me made resistance impossible and I eventually groaned loudly while filling her cunt with my juice.

“The client then yelled for us not to stop fucking and that he wanted see more combative action around us. That was incredible, starting on the bottom, hands and feet lifted or kicked us to the top, then falling in between bodies, with  hands, knees, elbows and feet pushing, pulling, slapping clawing, biting, kissing and caressing. One second I was facing up then the next sideways or down. I felt at times like I was floating in outer space except that gravity was pounding me from every direction. I thought about how a pair of socks felt like in a dryer.

“He then ordered slow-mo action…that was incredible the feeling of all that female flesh slowly revolving around the midget and myself making me ejaculate in her black body again.

“The client stopped us and made us all line up against the back wall and turn slowly. They watched us for a while discussing something. One couple rose after a while and picked three slaves then another couple picked two. I was in the last group with our fake mother and an Asian Indian midget and then followed the couple to their room. I had noticed during the evening that this female client was probably multi-orgasmic. Her mate was quite drunk and was soon snoozing in a separate bed with my fake mother in his arms. We had three-way sex in all its forms at least three times during the night.

“You know One-eight-six I find it fascinating how the clients use and abuse us with total abandon, displaying absolutely no feelings for our status as human beings. They know we are sex slaves abducted illegally by a criminal organization, and use us any way they want before discarding us like paper cups. Just the same though, I love every minute of my life here. I need to ejaculate constantly, that orgy was the greatest night ever; I must have cum twenty times.”

She kissed him passionately. “You’re a real doll sweetie and like me, you love sex.”

”What do you mean a doll; I’m a man?”

She kissed him again, grasped and squeezed his cock and balls. You’re a beautiful love doll sweetie, the ultimate boy-toy. God created you to give pleasure to the less beautiful.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember your life on the outside, you said yourself that many people were attracted to you because of your girlish face. Remember TV’s talking heads on the news and the Movies almost all beautiful. People adore beauty and put it on pedestals.”

“Yes my aunties use to smother me with hugs and kisses much more than my siblings and cousins but you’re beautiful too.”

“All slaves here are chosen for their beauty but because of your small stature, you’re a beautiful love doll.” He ejaculated in the palm of her hand as she spoke and they kissed again. She licked part of his load of her palm and let him share it.

“So you’re saying that God creates a few beautiful people to give others pleasure.”

“Visual pleasure mostly but I don’t think that god created us only for visual pleasure; we should share our good fortune, sexually with everyone?”

“I didn’t do that and neither did you on the outside.”

“That’s very true but I think now that God created the syndicate to correct that. Most of our clients are not good looking and some are outright ugly.”

“But they’re all rich they can afford call girls or Gigolos on the outside.”

“That true but Call Girls, Gigolos and trophy wives get cash for their services while pretending to enjoy sexual intercourse and I’m sure God does not approves of that.”

“But…but our clients do pay for us.”

“And what do we get? Nothing and that’s why I think God created the syndicate. We are like saints giving pleasure and getting nothing material in return, only the satisfaction of giving the clients our bodies to enjoy. You enjoy sex with nearly every one already and all of us learn to enjoy it after a few months because of the training we get here.”

“What about the warden he’s really ugly are we suppose to enjoy him too?”

“The good thing is that once you accept him as a lover he loses interest; he thrives on fear. Maybe he’s an agent of the devil, here to remind us of hell if we don’t really love the clients.”

“What about the Madam she can be pretty cruel and sadistic.”

“Historically many religious orders have used flogging and other means of punishment on those who dared to stray from the teachings of the church. She punishes us for not giving the clients the unconditional sexual experience they so rightly deserve. Some slaves might fail to provide that, if the client is not very good looking, old, or very ugly. They are failing the syndicate and therefore God.”

“I kind of lost my religious faith after our priest sucked this little altar boy off. I liked it but they’re supposed to be married to God, that’s hypocritical. What about you?”

I was reared in a strict Baptist family. I had the same experience at fourteen and hated it because the minister was old, and ugly, while always preaching on the pulpit that marriage was sacred. He told me that sucking him off was God’s will. So, we had almost the same experiences.

“But, you sound religious now.”

”Well just in the last few weeks, my experience as a sex slave has made me realize that a higher power has brought me here and is guiding me. Being a sex slave is my way of serving god.”

“You have giving me something to think about One-eight-six, maybe it’s my calling too. Sex is certainly the most important part of my life and I don’t really care who I do it with.”

“So have you been in the lineup.”

“No not yet, I’m chosen by clients out the photo spread because of my girlish face and baby soft body.

‘What about your exercise regiment?”

The gym supervisor told me after the inspection that my weight would be kept the way I am now until I lose my girlish face. I’ll be marketed for a certain type of client who prefers the very young. Since I look three or four years younger, I’ll properly remain that way for three years or more. Then they’ll train me, since I have good bones to achieve a muscular hard body.”

“She told you all that?”

“Well most of it while we were having sex.”

“I did the red head a while back how is she doing mentally?”

“She told me about you and said that after talking to you she began to accept her status. She actually likes sex now and is beginning to have orgasms with the assistant and me. She didn’t like her diet at first but she has accepted that too and has gained some weight; she got a nice body but she’s too skinny for me.”

“What about my body sweetie?” She kissed him on the lips.

“Um, I love every inch of it and there’s a lot of inches here.” He grasped a tit and sucked on it, “but that’s enough talk, lets fuck.” She grasped his head and focused on his pretty face for a while.

“It’s no wonder everyone is crazy about that sweet face. He smiled back at her and puckered up. I just want to look at that face for a while; She kissed his pouty soft lips lightly and the let go and moved her hands to his ass cheeks clutching them gently.

The madam walked in with a guard and sent her Greek mini god away.

“I came in here to talk to you in private. The syndicate conversing with some of the supers has found that after you make love to other slaves in here, there’s a market improvement in their behavior and performance. You should know that everything was recorded via a video camera.” She pointed at the camera, “You have certain skill and they’re offering you a sort of supervisor’s position. Now we have always used intimidation to train new slaves and that is not going to change. You job would come in after we break them in.

“With all due respect madam I have a different suggestion. I would still like to do this twice a week, especially with newbies. Again with all due respect I would prefer to remain a sex slave. I have come to peace with my faith and I believe that God has sent me here to atone for past sins; that is always choosing young beautiful sex partners and discriminating against the older and not so good looking. They are all God’s children and should be treated the same.” I truly enjoy the challenge of pleasing different clients every night regardless of sex or age.”

She stood up and retrieved a riding crop from the wall, handing it to her madam. She bent over saying: “please madam, eight lashes.” Her madam watched her for a minute looking very surprised. She then gave her the requested eight. One-eight-six fell on her knees and kissed her madam’s feet. She got up on her knees. “Please madam I know I’ve been talking out of turn. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive you for One-eight-six. The syndicate is listening to you right now and if you have any other suggestions please speak up.”

“I do have another idea madam to improve the performance of many slaves. The syndicate has rewarded me with sex with my fellow slaves. My new suggestion is that slaves with client ratings above, say eighty percent be rewarded by letting them choose a partner; In some cases a low performer. They would then be allowed to spend a day together in a room like this. I believe that it would encourage a poor performer to improve his or her client performance in order to maintain the relationship. They would of course be excused from attending classes for the day.”

“That sounds interesting One-eight-six and of course if the poor performer fails to shape up we will revert to the lash, the Warden or the pits.”

“Yes of course Madam but I really believe that personal time with a chosen lover, free from the threat of being rated and punished will be something to look forward to. My madam will agree that improved sex slave performance leads to more satisfied clients and therefore higher profits for the syndicate?”

“Of course One-eight-six; so you are reasoning that every slave will be yearning all week for one day with a chosen slave lover and will therefore give the clients more bang for their buck?”

“Yes madam and I also think that after a period of time providing both rate over eighty percent that they should be allowed to become engaged and later even marry. I have already gone through several fake marriages with clients. We have I think five members of the cloth from various denominations among the staff who could perform the ceremonies.”

“Yes the Texan and his agents have recued several from prison or ongoing court cases for sexual transgression. Are you suggesting engagement rings and wedding bands?”

“No, not really but the syndicate could issue necklaces or some other items, maybe silver or gold indicating engagement or marriage to be worn during the days only. That way everyone would know who is engaged or married. Those items would of course be removed at night when serving clients.”

“Ah yes and the syndicate could then annul the marriage followed by our regular methods of punishments if the client ratings fall below a certain level.”

“Yes, and madam could also compel the high performer to apply the lashes as a way of terminating the relationship.”

“That’s an excellent idea and it could be done in one of the class rooms as a warning to all other pairs.”

A month later One-eight-six sat waiting for her reward, or what by now was more of a therapist session for newbies and low performers. Her suggestion had been accepted by the syndicate and all slaves had been informed that anyone with a better than eighty percent performance rating for the last three months could request a partner at any level of performance. Under-performers had only sixty days to reach eighty percent or the partnership would be dissolved. After three months with both partners maintaining a better than eighty percent average an engagement would be permitted. Another month and they could enter a marriage. The penalty for one or both failing to maintain a percentage over eighty percent were severe especially for married couples and would be decided by the madam. She would as usual function as judge jury and disciplinarian. Punishment could be lashes, a visit with the warden or time in the pits. Another partnership would not be allowed for six months unless the performance level rose to ninety percent for three months.

The Syndicate had also announced that polygamous marriages would be allowed; that disappointed One-eight-six. Her suggestion had not been about a lot of sex on the contrary it was about privacy; eight hours of relief from training and sexual intercourse. Polygamy was of course optional and she doubted that many slaves would want to enter such an arrangement.

Sixty percent of the slave population was already in partner relationships or had applied. She had spoken to many slaves in her own department about it and they all said the same. They were looking for free time and would choose a partner for relaxed company, not for sex.

The Syndicate had also announced that all guards and super assistants, who were in effect also slaves, could now form partnerships and eventual marriage amongst themselves. Supers were for some reason excluded.

One-eight-six had of course proposed to One-six-eight, her favorite black dwarf who had enthusiastically accepted. Once a week they spend the day together, mostly hugging and talking enjoying their free time. They did have sex but usually only once. If one had her monthlies it was just a pleasant day with a best friend. They had agreed from the start never to talk about their nightly client experiences; everything else was OK. They talked a lot about their ongoing training, the supervisors and assistants whether they liked having sex with them or not and the food. They also talked about other slaves and whether the pairings would last, after all your partner had have a compatible personality. Just because you had great sex with someone didn’t mean you could get along for that precious eight hours once a week.

The door opened and a guard removed the chains from her ‘patient’ who was sitting in a wheel chair. It was normal to transport very short midgets in that manner because of their slow waddling ambling. Her chains were removed and the guard lifted her down, removed her bra and left.

She was looking at the shortest midget, One-four-one, she’d ever seen, finding out later that she was a three foot seven (104cm). Asian Indian with very dark skin even for her race and long black hair reaching her huge bubble ass. Her tits were extremely large giving her a surreal appearance that could only be described as ‘all ass and tits’. Her body in profile was proportional with her ass and torpedo shaped half hangers with large nipples in perfect balance. She was good looking rather than pretty with large dark almond shaped eyes, a fairly prominent nose and therefore in the regular midget department rather than with the spoiled brats. Of course with the size of her breasts she could never pass for a youngster.

The regular midget department was ‘ruled’ by a five foot (152cm) male supervisor who treated his slaves as his own personal harem; making him known around the place as the little Sultan. He was also known to be a three-hole artist, aiming his sexual attention like the warden for every hole in a slave’s body especially the rear one.

She had herself, on slow nights been sent to his ‘harem’ and then usually been buggered; he sported a fairly thick eight inch (20cm) weapon even when soft, which appeared huge for his body size. Like all supervisors he had a separate bedroom that he rarely used. Instead he had a large bed placed in the center of the cell block where he performed all his sex acts or so called training sessions.

One-eight-six understood that in the daytime all midgets in the cell block were required to stand and watch when he fucked one of them and also, like in the warden office, moan passionately for the duration. He also enjoyed watching them have lesbian sex, sometimes joining in, buggering one of them while they were performing a sixty-niner, at times with his black Amazon assistant. He did have some of them wear butt-plugs to ease penetration by his substantial weapon. This was important since he was not into any kind of foreplay. He never hugged, kissed or caressed his midget slaves but required constant attention himself, getting massages and tongue baths many times daily. One midget was always required to be at his side fussing over him, holding his penis mostly in her mouth. Being an obvious narcissist very proud of his athletic built he was the only supervisor not to wear clothing in his cell block. He also acted as a visiting advisor to the wrestling school and the exercise gym. Again, once he arrived he would remove his clothes before swaggering and strutting about in the manner of short men.

When he was ready for sex in his own cell block he would line up all his midgets, posing and turning seductively and perform an inspection. He would then select two, one of them sometimes his assistant and have them perform lesbian sex on his bed. After watching for a while, with a midget giving him a gentle blowjob, which always included deep throathing at regular intervals, he would then either let the midget blowing him finish her task, pick another midget to fuck and or bugger or join the action on his bed.

Like the warden he took all his meals, mouth to mouth but also made some of the midget eat their meals out of each other’s cunts. He considered it part of their training since midgets were used extensively for cunt feeding shows at client parties, due to their size fitting well on dinner tables.

The madam told her once that the Texan had rescued him from a sexual assault court case involving more than a dozen female high school and college students over a ten year period. He was thirty-three now and like the warden had a voracious sexual appetite, capable of ejaculating at least ten times a day.

One-eight-six waved her closer and signaled for her to turn around. She obeyed and without being asked rotated her perfect bubble ass while looking eagerly over her shoulder. One-eight-six smile back at her after admiring one of the most beautiful asses she’d ever seen. Two perfect spheres barely touching, beckoning to be groped.

She held out her arms and the midget turned waddling in between her thighs pressing her huge breast into her stomach. She loved the way some midgets walked because of their thick thighs. She knew from the outside that some people laughed at that but she considered it adorable and extremely sexy; part of her midget fetish.

She kissed her warmly getting a passionate response as her fat little arms cradled her neck. She reached for that perfect ass, caressing and digging her fingers into the supple flesh. She was surprisingly cooperative twisting and churning her chunky body in response to One-eight-six’s roving hands. They French kissed for a while until she lifted her onto her lap and began feeling her huge torpedos. She smiled proudly expanding her chest and lifted one of the shapely pair towards one-eight-six’s mouth. She sucked on a raspberry sized nipple and got a mouthful of tasty warm milk.

She read the number One-four-one stenciled on her thick thigh. Not long after her own abduction the syndicate decided to spray on the numbers using templates since some of the client wanted the girlfriend experience. The paint used, lasted for weeks unless removed with a special liquid. The syndicate then informed the clients that for a fee they could request anything they wanted painted on the slave of their choice.

That included words, statements or illustrations. Other than the obvious: property of so and so, words or sentences like: I suck cock, stick it in my mouth, stick it in my asshole; whore, slut bitch etcetera. That turned into a whole new department for a few talented artists picked from the guards.

Since that system did not include slaves picked out of the lineup; One-eight-six then suggested a few months back that each client could for a fee be supplied with a paint kit and do their own decorations. That became fairly popular especially at orgies but cleaning that up created a bottleneck at the tattoo-parlor, as it was still called, in the mornings. Some slaves then wear the client artwork until after lunch which causes a lot of good natured laughter and teasing amongst slaves.

One-eight-six began to ask her about her abduction. She related sadly that her midget body was the subject of ridicule in her small village and an embarrassment to her family. She was eventually sold by a relative to a pimp in a large city she couldn’t even name. That pimp trained her in all aspects of her forced vocation. She was put on display in a room with normal sized whores, standing on a stool every night for the customers. There she was groped, clawed and sometimes beaten before someone selected her for sex. Some nights she was fucked and or beaten by a dozen men or more. The normal sized whores were rarely beaten; it was just something about her size.

Once in a while she would be transported in a van to a rich man’s home; that was better since only one man would fuck or beat her.

One evening she was brought into her pimp’s office and watched while a man made a deal handing him a thick envelope. She couldn’t see the top of the desk where her pimp emptied the envelope but he spent a long time counting something. She had watched before as men would hand her pimp paper money for her services but not in an envelope. One bill fell to the floor; it was green and had one hundred on it. They eventually shook hands and she was taken to a van. There was another man, a tall foreigner in the back of the van and he immediately demanded a blow job. That was unusual since the actual customer always received her in his home. They drove for a long time and the man fucked her and then later demanded another blow job. Finally he ordered her to lie on her stomach and she felt a needle enter one of her ass cheeks. That was it until she woke up in that horrible pit.

Like everyone else she could not understand why she was lifted out of the pit every day and lashed to tears. She was willing to do anything anyone asked, that was her life. She was two days with the madam and was very surprised to learn for the first time in her life that two women could have sex. She got to like it and was disappointed to be sent to the warden where that funny looking ‘monkey man’ buggered, fucked and had her blow him for three days and nights. Since then she had been sent to clients for about ten days. One-eight-six was surprised to learn that she adored her handsome cell block super even though he buggered her. She had been well schooled in India in the art of deep throating and did not need any training in that area. Her experience with clients so far was extremely positive she was actually happy not being in a steamy slum whorehouse in her home country and no one made fun of her here.

She asked her if she’d received any proposals. There had been almost thirty but she was surprised to hear her say that the madam had not decided on a husband for her yet. She didn’t explore that surprising statement any further, wanting to hear the explanation from the madam.

She took One-four-one to bed and made love to her, discovering that this latest midget addition to the syndicates stock was multi-orgasmic and already thanks to the madam very good with her long tongue. In addition she was warm and affectionate gasping pleasurably with each climax.

The madam entered having given them less time than usual and immediately made One-four-one lick her cunt while One-eight-six watched. It was obvious that this little sex slave adored her madam as much as her super. Her eyes glistened with pride and delight when the madam ordered her to lift a torpedo nipple to her mouth for suckling. One-eight-six knew that besides pinching and biting the large tits of her live desk chairs, she suckled several times daily having developed a taste for nature’s milk.

When satisfied she pushed a button and a guard entered with the wheel chair. She lifted her onto the chair and pulled the bra over the torpedo’s which like all slave bra’s left the nipples exposed. She then connected the chains and wheeled her out. One-four-eight smiled back happily as she was taken away. The madam mentioned that her bra was temporary until a custom unit could be completed. The syndicate was doing all it could for its well endowed female slaves to delay the effects of gravity. Daily exercises for the boobs were of course compulsory for all slaves. The madam explained to One-eight-six that she had to cut the session short since a client had ordered extensive artwork done on One-four-one.

The madam was very happy with her new midget, already earning nice profits for the syndicate. She had arrived already programmed and was by nature slavishly submissive getting better than a ninety-five percent rating from clients. Her vagina still needed work with Kegel exercises but since most midgets had very tight pussies it wasn’t a serious problem. She did need to improve her ability to move faster when in the top position in order to finish of older clients.

One-eight–six chuckled on the inside at the madam’s use of the word ‘programmed’; the syndicate had computerized the entire operation starting about three months ago. All the filing cabinets records in the Warden’s office had been digitized with the help of twelve computers operated by sex slaves. Three were still three there for daily updates. There was a computer and printer in the madam’s office as well as in every cell block and training room. Even the morning reporting office had become computerized requiring every slave to type their own reports. Some who were not able were assisted by other slaves.

The madam added that she had a feeling about One-four-one and only left her in the pits for three days. One-eight-six asked her madam why she had send her in for therapy since she obviously didn’t need it. The madam laughed and said that all newbies had to experience the site therapist once. She added that as the madam she had decided to become a marriage broker to certain slaves. One-four-one came from a country where arranged marriages were common. She was still deciding on her mate and not necessarily from one of the thirty or so suitors. She had narrowed it down to a few hermaphrodites, one in particular an albino Scandinavian.

One-eight-six had enjoyed this incredibly beautiful male-female slave several times. He-she had a great nubile hourglass figure with an eight inch penis. Strangely he-she was an eighty percent heterosexual male able to ejaculate as a male six or seven times a night. The female side was less productive but could still climax being fucked or licked. Even stranger, his-her anus was far more sensitive to being buggered than cunt fucked resulting many times in a penis climax. He-she was as a result very popular with male-male or male-female couple clients as the beef in the proverbial sexual sandwich.

He-she had been abducted in India where one of the parents was in the diplomatic service. He had been raised by a nanny speaking the same Indian dialect as One-four-one. He had been under severe pressure from his parents to have his male genitals, his pride and joy, surgically removed. He ran away from home several times over a couple of years and contemplated suicide. At eighteen a therapist put him in touch with a young woman who turned out to be one of the Texan’s agents in India. She introduced him to the Texan who convinced him to escape to a place where he would be safe from surgery and his parents that he now hated. He agreed and the Texan arranged to have him ‘eaten’ by a Bengal tiger. All they found on a river bank was his blood stained torn jacket. They actually cut his arm to soak the material with his own blood. He was the first slave brought to the syndicate nearly conscious. The drug given was so he did not know in what country or where the underground sex slave syndicate operated. Bypassing the pits he went directly to the madam after the doctor examine and fucked and sucked him. The madam kept him for a week introducing him to midget sex which he loved. He was allowed to watch the going on in her office to become familiarized with the system. During that week he watched One-eight-six lash slaves twice and had sex with her on both occasions in the madam’s bedroom. Two days with the warden was less enjoyable for him after which he was sent to the hermaphrodite cell block supervised by one of his own. His-her albino looks kept him-her out of the lineup for some time most of the times being selected from the photo-shoot in the library.

One-eight-sex smiled at her madam knowingly. “When is my madam going to tell them?”

“It will be a pseudo-Indian wedding ceremony. They will be blindfolded during the ceremony, undressed and the blindfold removed in their bedroom where they, myself and her supervisor will consummate the marriage in an all night foursome.”

“When will they be told of the nuptials madam?”

“None of my chosen subjects will be told that I’m contemplating marriage for them. I’ll tell them that they are getting married an hour or so before the wedding as they are being dressed for the occasion but they won’t know of course to whom; delicious isn’t it?”

“How many others will enter arranged marriages, madam?”

“I haven’t decided yet…it depends of the personalities involved; I just love being a marriage broker who can’t be denied. I trust you One-eight-six; if you have any other suggestions let me know.”

To be continued