This is a print version of story slave part 12 by Acebottom from xHamster.com
Slave part 12
"I'm cumming!" toy yells as he lays still under me.
I'm not a virgin anymore I know that he is going to cum in me, so many masters have cum in me in the past week that I know the feeling now; they don't have to tell me anymore, but they do.
I move up and down once more on the hard cock in me then sit still on it as he shoots his first load of cum into me. It feels so good, his hot cum hits the top of my cunt with each spasm. I feel so full, such a slut and so completely a slave when a man fills me with his sperm.
Toy's cock gives one last spasm and slowly goes soft in me. I sit still on him waiting for it to slip out of my full cunt. When it does I move on my knees up his body until I am over his mouth. Toy eagerly licks at my clit as I push my cum filled cunt onto his face. He sucks my swollen lips into his mouth and sticks his tongue into me to taste his own cum as I push it out all over his face. My bell is ringing and bouncing on toy's nose as he brings me to yet another orgasm while he sucks his own cum out of me.
I want more, though. I want it all; everything Mommy has told her toy to do to me. I have one hole left to be used by her toy. I lean down with his mouth still in my cunt to untie his hands. When I sit back up on his face I pull his hands with me and press them onto my tits.
Realizing that I have forgotten to clean a master after he cums I kiss my way down toy's body to take his soft cock into my mouth. The taste of his cum and my juices is so sweet.
Master's hands hold my head on his cock as I lick and suck him using the stud in my tongue and its chain to excite him. Pilot's cock soon gets hard and stretches my mouth wide.
"Get on your knees for me," Pilot groans.
I am already kneeling between his legs with his cock in my greedy mouth but I know what he wants. I quickly crawl to obey my master, to kneel on the bed with my ass high and my head buried in the sheets with my hands up by my ears as wide apart as the chains will let them go. I arch my back with my legs spread wide offering the only hole left and patiently wait for him to use me as he has been told. My silver bell rings each time I shake my ass for him. I feel so exposed showing master my tight little brown hole and my puffy plum coloured cunt lips with their rings and chains pulling them down. His drying cum and saliva coats my thighs.
Pilot is a master; he is not my toy, he never has been, I am a slave and his to use as Mommy ordered. I ring the bell between my legs and wait for him to fuck my ass. The bed shifts as he moves to pick up the lube on the low table beside us. I hear the cap being opened and smell the scent of the lube as he covers himself with it. He pours a little onto the crack of my ass. I spread my legs wider, arch my back more and stay so very still as the oil rolls down my ass and across my cunt to drip off me onto the mattress.
A very oily hand cups my cunt to slip a finger into me to feel how wet I am before moving back to play with my other cunt. It slides into me past the knuckle then out to slide in again with a second one beside it and again with a third. It hurts so nicely as I kneel, perfectly still, under my master and accept everything he does to me. I hum my contentment, my pain and my bell rings as his fingers move deeper into my ass spreading me wide. His other hand reaches under me to play with my clit as he pushes all three fingers into my ass as deep as they will go. I feel so much the slut, so sore and open. I need his cock in my ass,
"Do you want me to fuck your ass like Mommy told me to?"
With both his hands in me, I nod my sweaty head yes on the bed below him moaning as I push back at the fingers in my ass, forcing them deeper.
Pilot pulls his hands out of me, the bed moves as he gets on his knees behind me. He lays his cock into the crack of my ass to slide it up and down as he presses his body against me. We are both covered in oil. Each time that his cock slides up and down me the head gets closer and closer to my other cunt until I feel the head start to f***e its way into me.
"He is so thick, it won't fit!" my small voice wails as the oily head of master's cock spreads my tiny hole wider and wider.
"Master's is bigger and it fit," my loud voice sneers. "Stay still, take it like the slave you are."
I huff out short pants of pain into the bed below me as Pilot pushes himself into me. The thick head stretches me almost unbearably; it feels that he is ripping me apart, and then it is in. I cry out loudly. The muscle in my ass ring pulses and quivers on the cock in me as Pilot waits patiently for me to calm before pushing himself deeper and deeper into me. By the time his balls hit my cunt the pain has turned to pleasure. I wish I could talk so I that can urge the master on but all I can do is moan and groan and push back at him as he fucks my ass. My tits are driven into the bed with each thrust he gives me. It feels so wonderful to be used.
Pilot finally cums in me, he fills me with his cum and falls on my back in exhaustion. I am so, so very tired too; its been such a long night. I stay up on my knees though, as a slave must. The last thing I remember before I fall asl**p and sink onto the bed is Pilot's tongue sucking his own cum out of my ass.
"Eew, that's got to taste awful!" the small voice cries.
"Shut up, he must like it," is all my loud voice can say.
"Mommy will be so proud that her toy has sucked his cum from all my holes." I think as he leaves me on the bed thoroughly satisfied and used. We both are happy.
I wake up later in the night, lying on my back as I have been trained, to find an arm over my breasts. I think it is Pilot but when I look down in the dim light, there are freckles on the tiny hand that cups my tit. I cuddle closer to Stewardess and fall back to sl**p; she smells so sweet, just like roses.
A hand touches my shoulder to wake me. I am alone on the bed again. The sound of the plane is different.
"Master needs you ready for when we land," Asia tells me. "Come with us so we can clean and prepare you." Russia pulls me off the bed. I feel so sticky and wet between my legs when she has me standing on the high heels now locked on my feet. She locks my hands behind my back and leads me through the plane by a leash on my collar past a dining room and an open door where I see Master being dressed by Tattoo. She is on her knees with her hands up to fix Master's belt while she rubs her head into his crotch. I want to be there with her doing what she is.
The plane is huge, the girls take me down hallways and around corners until we reach what can only be the slave section. When we pass that last door the floors are bare and the halls are only wide enough that my narrow shoulders touch each side as I am led to the shower. I wonder what we are supposed to do if his slaves meet each other going each way because all the doors seem to be locked. The girls have keys and use them as they lead me through the maze of corridors.
Finally I am led into a shower where the girls quickly clean me and douche each hole like they do each time. When they dry me they fuss over me, making sure I look pretty. The butt plug is pushed back into me and the hair on my head and ass is brushed out. I sway my ass and body to feel my hair as it drifts over my legs and back when they are done brushing. There is more though. Makeup is put on my face and my nipples are rouged a deep plum like my lips. Bells are attached to each nipple ring and both ankle cuffs; wide black ribbons are laced tightly into the rings that pierce my sides and thighs adding to my exotic look.
"God, I feel like such a slut," I moan to myself as I suck on the chain in my mouth.
"It's so good to be a slave," my loud voice tells me as the girls pamper me.
Tattoo joins us to be prepared by the girls as well. They fuss over her too; her body is oiled so that her tattoos show clearly in her black skin and she gets makeup too. Her nipples are darkened to a deeper black than her skin.
I realize from the girls talk that this is an important meeting for Master. He wants the bastard Frenchman disgraced so that another in his organization can take over. The French fool is capturing c***dren to sell and Master intends to stop him.
When the girls are done with me, I am led back down the length of the plane to be left standing by a tiny elevator with my leash hooked to the wall beside it.
Master appears beside me. I sink to my knees to kiss his feet and look up at his crotch. Without a word, he leans over to take my heavy gold slave collar in his hand and lifts me to my feet as if I weigh nothing. The door of the elevator opens at the touch of a button. He takes me into the tiny elevator. My naked body is crushed against Master as the door closes and we are lowered to the bottom of the plane. I press every inch of me against Master, opening my legs to offer my cunt and push my tits onto him. He touches me and pulls me closer to him to whisper in my ear, "We are going into danger my little slave. I am meeting the bastard Frenchman that lives here in the Caribbean and sells the boys that only his men seem to be able to find to owners that like bits of fluff like that. We do not like each other but I need to deal with him to fill the order for my friend's shemales. I need you to obey my every command, do you understand? You must do everything I tell you to do instantly. It is very important."
We both know I can't deny any order he gives me. For Master to reinf***e what I must do anyway worries me. What is about to happen in the next few hours scares me. I will do anything my master asks, I nod my head yes as the elevator doors open onto a different world. The whole bottom of Master's plane is filled with narrow cages, each one holding a young girl or boy. All of them are sedated and strapped in.
Master leads me up the aisle between the cages by my leash as he looks at his captives, his slaves to be. It dawns on me that I never was a captive; I was a slave from the first second I locked my hands in front of me in that hotel room not so long ago.
He stops in front of the cage filled with the fat woman, "This one amuses me," Master tells the handler that is following us. "You say she is still a virgin. How old is she?"
"She says she's forty one when she's not begging to be fucked, sir."
I think that she has a very pretty face with small bow shaped lips and dimples. They are everywhere on her, on her face, on her knees and elbows and even on each finger. She is just a little too round with huge, almost perky, tits rolling on her chest with each movement of the plane.
"Make sure that when she is trained she doesn't touch a male or a dildo, she may play with all the females she wants but I want her frustrated and still a virgin when she is brought to me." Master's chuckle rumbles deep inside him, "I know one guest that is going to have a very eager virgin on his hands when he visits again. The slave is perfect for him, but he visits so seldom, though. Oh well, she'll just have to wait."
Master leads me away from Dimples. Nobody has a name in Master's world but I get to secretly name anybody I want and the fat slave deserves the name Dimples.
"Your tongue is going to be so busy while Dimples waits for her deflowering," my loud voice purrs.
I am led back to the centre of the plane into a flurry of activity. The handlers are moving about with an intense purpose. They all are large and look handsome in their tight fitting black pants and shirts. However, I get very nervous when I see that their belts have guns on them. Some even have rifles and even more are setting up what looks like a machine gun by the cargo hatch. I don't know what it is; all I know is that it is big.
I shriek and jump as a huge contraption starts moving behind me across the plane towards the cargo door. Electric motors whine loudly. It is all folded and weird looking. Master jerks my leash, pulling my head up so that I have to stare into his dark eyes.
"Can you do this," he asks me quietly.
I stare up at him and shakily nod my head yes. That's not good enough, though, his eyes hold mine waiting for the right answer. That answer is not long in coming. I realize that I have lost the focus that Master gave me in the elevator with frivolous thoughts of Dimples and the men in their tight pants with guns on their hips. I stand straighter ringing every bell on me and smile at the man that owns me. I don't even nod this time I suck the chain that goes over my lips in and out of my mouth hoping that nobody uses those guns. I know that I might die today and I feel so alive. This man's life is so dangerous. My heart is beating fast. Master sees every thought that goes through my slave head and knows that I will do as he says.
"I knew you were the perfect slave the second I saw you," Master tells me then turns to attend to business, ignoring me with his trust.
I thought my heart was beating fast before, now it is racing. I hope I can follow his every order and do even more for him.
I am surprised when even my small voice tells me bravely, "You can do this; you have to if you want to live."
Where is my loud voice when it really counts? I think its hiding. I would be too if I could.
Tattoo comes out of the elevator with a huge attaché case chained to her left hand and a smaller one in her right. Her head is high; her nipples are hard and she looks so exotic with tattoos from head to foot showing on her oiled body. She glows; she is as excited as I am. I am proud that we will attract so much attention when Master leads us by our leashes from the plane. Only Master seems calm as we hear a ding that all planes seem to have telling us to fasten our seatbelts. All the men ignore the caution; they just put their hands out to hold onto something as the plane lands. Tattoo and I kneel close by Master's legs.
There is the loud scream of tires hitting the runway. The handlers don't waste any time, they begin to unlock the twenty empty cages. They are so light; a handler can carry one in each hand toward the open spot by the weird thing by the door. I don't know what it is I just kneel beside Tattoo keeping my leash as slack as hers behind Master while his men do what they have to do.
Even before the plane stops, the men open the huge cargo door to let the tropical heat pour in. Master stands in the opening beside the man at the huge gun with Tattoo and I behind him.
Below us is a small ragtag army of men dressed in camouflage, cut off jeans and anything else they want. They all have what I think are AK something or other guns pointed near us.
At a signal from Master, loud electric motors spring to life. This time I am proud that I can stay perfectly still as the contraption beside me unfolds to become a conveyer belt for the cages and stairs to the ground.
Master's two huge bodyguards appear out of nowhere in front of us. I didn't even know they were on the plane. They stroll down the stairs to stand on either side of the bottom of it.
You can't stroll down stairs that steep but they do it dressed in suits and ties. The armed men below back up a little when they see the large guns they show them under their coats.
"It's all a show, I want you to listen and learn today; to prove yourself to me." Master tells me without turning his head. I suck the chain in and out of my mouth to show I understand. He hears that little sound and gives me a hand signal showing his approval. "You can't go down the stairs, do you understand?"
I suck at the chain again.
"How clever you are."
I am behind and a little to the side of Master, his lips haven't moved the whole time he talks to me.
When I am pulled forward in front of Master by my leash I look down the steep stairs and know I will fall if Master makes me walk down them in my high heels. I scream as loud as I can then turn back to him, dancing at the top of the stairs in my fright. It really is a long way down. I hear laughter below.
Master bends to pick me up and puts me over his shoulder but I don't want to go, I want to stay on the plane. He carries me down the steps with my legs kicking in the air. I don't care how many men can see my cunt and the butt plug in my ass. I really am afraid to be carried off the plane down those steep steps. I was ready to die for him seconds ago but I don't want to go down those steps on his shoulder.
Halfway down Master slaps my ass so hard my legs stop kicking, go straight from the pain and then hang limp. He feels so strong under me; his ass looks so tight in his pants as he carries me down the stairs with my face inches above his belt. Tattoo is right behind us laughing quietly at my antics. They aren't antics, I really am afraid to fall. Or am I? Her leash dr**es across my back while mine drags on the steps below me. Her dainty bare feet are right in front of my face as she follows Master down the stairs.
When Master reaches the ground, he puts me down on my feet. I wait for him to take my leash in his hand along with Tattoo's to lead us across the hot runway to where that bastard Frenchman waits for him in the shade of an old hanger. Master smiles at Tattoo and I. He is happy at what he sees but I know that he is mad. Not mad at us, just very displeased somehow.
"Learn from this, my fancy little slave," Master tells me with an intenseness that scares me as much as all the guns. "Never insult your enemy. The bastard should have met us here at the plane."
Master begins to walk toward the hanger with our leashes in his left hand. Tattoo and I follow closely, making sure that our leashes stay slack. The slave beside me sways with a grace that can only be matched by one of the Jaguars while I stumble along making a racket with all the bells on me.
My loud voice startles me, "You fool; you can walk better than this! Watch Master, he owns each piece of ground his feet touch."
"You agreed with Master that you wouldn't panic again," the small voice whines.
All the guns are what scare me but I am heartened to hear both voices again and hear them agree. Soon my stride lengthens, my body sways and the bells on me ring almost like music as I gain confidence from Master's strength. Master hears the difference in my walking and signals his approval with his free hand.
Tattoo moves close enough to me that our shoulders touch, "Good girl, now let's watch how a real man does business. That bastard Frenchman won't even know what hit him."
Suddenly I am more aware; my senses are heightened. Everything is sharper in my mind, the colours are brighter, the sounds are clearer and I seem to know more about what is happening around me. I wonder if this is what soldiers feel like when they go into battle. I realize things like the bodyguards are shielding Tattoo and I, not Master. He doesn't need guarding but we do; between the gold and precious jewels welded on my body and the cash that I suspect is in the heavy case in Tattoo's left hand we could buy the island we are on twice over.
Master is so handsome in front of me; his crisp white shirt almost blinds me now. His sleeves, I notice for the first time, are puffed out like a buccaneer from the days of pirates. There is even lace on the cuffs.
"Only Master can get away with that," my loud voice tells me very quietly as if in awe. "And look at his men, they all are dressed perfectly. Their guns are shinier and bigger too."
They are dressed so well and the machine gun on the plane is very, very big. It really is a show and I not only get to watch it, I am right in the centre of it. I wonder to myself how I ever got here as I hold my head just a little higher. I know that it was my fault, but now that I am here, I don't think I would miss what is going on for the world. I am actually close to having an orgasm.
Tattoo brushes my shoulder again, "Careful slave, you're more dangerous now than when you were panicking. You can't cum now you silly girl." She must be as on edge as I am to smell the scent of my arousal on a hot runway in a jungle.
Master gives us the signs for silence and strict obedience.
Both my voices yell at me in a discordant harmony as I calm down one more time, "Are you crazy; almost having an orgasm!"
"Concentrate on Master and you will live."
"You will know when to act on your own, until then don't think, just watch and quit daydreaming."
We are close to the hanger and its shade now. I will be glad to get out from the heat of the sun; it is beating me into the ground, I have never been this far south.
As we walk across the runway, the men begin putting on the weirdest sunglasses; they look like something out of a futuristic movie. Twenty paces or so from the line of deep shadow Master puts a pair on too. When we finally walk into the shade, I am blinded by the sudden darkness. All I can see is Master's white shirt floating in front and some small windows high above me.
There is swift movement on both sides of Tattoo and I. The bodyguards have drawn their guns and moved closer to us. The guard on my left yells out to somebody, telling him to drop his weapon. There is a long moment of silence. I can see a little better by now. I look at the bodyguard who yelled, his gun is pointing up at someone above and in front of us; his sunglasses are perfectly clear now, they must have gone from dark black to clear the second we walked into the shade.
"The bastard Frenchman's is trying to kill Master!" both my voices cry.
Everything seems to go into slow motion; the huge gun in the guard's hand bucks twice making a "phifft" noise each time. I look up to where its pointing to see wood splinters fly from the wall on both sides of a man's head on the mezzanine above us. He has a rifle at his shoulder aimed at Master. He throws his hands up to cover his ears dropping the gun. I watch as it falls slowly, end over end from the mezzanine to the cement floor in front of us. There is another "phifft" to the right of me followed by a loud scream of pain and the clatter of another rifle hitting the floor.
"Oh, my arm!" a man's voice cries out.
The gun falling from above us hits the floor at last and shoots off a volley of shots into the air when it lands. I hear the bullets hitting wood somewhere. Two of the three armed handlers behind me stop walking to stay as a rear guard while I hear the third spin on his heels to walk backwards. I feel safe, like I am walking in an armored car with guns sticking out everywhere as I follow Master. His pace doesn't change; he keeps walking toward the man sitting in the centre of the hanger with the rest of us following. Behind us the engines of the plane that are kept running to supply power to keep the slaves cool rev up a bit at the sound of the gun shots. The bodyguard to my right starts talking to his cuff like an FBI agent on TV. I even have time to wonder how naive the man we are meeting is. He might kill Master and capture Tattoo and I but the plane and the hundreds of slaves on it will have jetted away. All the bastard's men would r**e me when they capture me and I would be beheaded for the gold slave collar when they are done with me. Tattoo would be r**ed as well but live to be sold, maybe. The whole thing doesn't make sense. The man is a fool; nobody will deal with him again.
Master is close enough to the Frenchman now to talk to him without yelling across the hanger, "Bonjour, Monsieur, I hope you will accept my apologies for my men's behavior. They do tend to act this way when guns are pointed at me.
"The person who trained your men should review his thoughts on how they should act while protecting you."
"What?" I think, "The man just tried to kill you. Why are you so polite, Master?"
"Its just business," my loud voice tells me.
I am very focused now; it only took a few gunshots to keep my mind from straying ever again. Time goes back to normal as the armored car I am walking in moves closer to the Frenchman. At a signal from Master, the guns are put away and everyone seems to calm a little. He stops to hand our leashes to the bodyguards then moves forward alone to meet the Frenchman with his hand out in greeting.
Master stops with his hand out just far enough away that the bastard Frenchman can't reach it as he sits like a king in the only chair in sight. The man has to stand to take Master's offered friendship or be even more insulting than he is.
With my new focus I see that business has started.
When he finally does stand I see a man who has been in the tropics too long. He must have been handsome once but now he is sweaty from too much liquor and his white suit hangs limply on his thin body and it is rumpled from the tropical heat. Master shakes his hand. While he does that he turns the Frenchman a little to the side and starts talking to him about the slave trade and the weather. Soon he has him away from the chair and Master is standing with his back to it.
A boyfriend who sold used cars taught me the trick I see Master using now. You can move some people around just by being a little too close to their personal space as you talk to them.
When Master has the Frenchman where he wants him he finishes the conversation and turns his back to him to walk over and sit in the only chair in sight. "Now to business.
"Bring the boys out for me now, please. I look forward to picking out the twenty I need from the thirty you promised to have here."
The bodyguards lead us over to beside Master at his signal so that we can kneel by him with Tattoo on his right and me on the left. They lay our leashes over the arms of the chair for Master to take into his hands when he wants.
Tattoo sets the large attaché case down between herself and Master and holds the other flat out in front of her. At the touch of a hidden button small legs snap out of the bottom so she can set the case in front of her and open it; making it a small desk with a laptop computer inside. When she is done setting herself up as Master's slave secretary she sits back on her heels with her hands behind her back and spreads her knees like me. I am almost envious; her tits are so much bigger than mine are. He rests his hands on our heads, using us as extensions of the chairs armrests. Feeling proud to have Master's hand on my head I straighten my back, pull my shoulders as far back as they will go and spread my knees even wider to better show off my pierced tits and cunt lips. I risk a glimpse at Tattoo. Master senses what I am trying to do; he lets my head turn for a second before gently forcing it back to straight ahead again. She looks so proud kneeling beside our Master with her tits out and her legs spread as wide as mine are. We both wait now, patiently, as only slaves can for the next act to open in the insane show that Master has led us. The bodyguards and the handlers are behind us
The bastard Frenchman's face is beet red with embarrassment and rage but he can't say a thing as he looks at Master sitting comfortably in his chair; it is his own fault. He was the one to make sure that there is only one chair in the hanger. He calls two of his men over to him and gives them orders. When he is done, one man runs out the back of the hanger and we hear a truck start. It roars away in a spray of gravel on the wall. The other man walks hurriedly out the front to a building across the tarmac.
Master waits patiently.
He talks to me in a quiet voice, "The bastard hasn't killed me and he is quickly losing what control he thought he had over his men. He has made a very large mistake." A finger taps my forehead, "You, my slave, are soon going to become a very important part of the show."
I wonder what he means as the truck comes back outside.
"That will be the man bringing the yellow folding chair from the guard house a mile away," Master tells me.
I start to wonder how Master can know so much about the Frenchman's island then realize just how naïve I am. Of course, Master didn't come here without knowing everything.
"Now I will be able see my shemales to be when the bastard is finally sitting."
A man runs in and opens the cheap yellow folding chair that Master told me about for the Frenchman, putting it down just a little too far away from Master. The bastard quickly sits then sees that he is to far away to be polite. I wonder if he has ever tried to be polite in his life. He can't scoot the shabby chair closer to Master so he can participate in the selection of slaves so sits where he is.
The man who walked out to the small building returns leading a line of young men on a chain behind him. The chain at their collars connects them all and their hands are locked behind their backs.
Some of the boys fight at their imprisonment as they are led out while others strut like little peacocks; waving their erections in front of them. They actually seem happy at what has happened to them.
I feel sorry for all of them. They don't know what Master has planned.
They are all incredibly pretty and are every colour from blonde, blue eyed boys to mocha, coffee and the deepest black. All of them have doe like eyes with long, soft eyelashes. Their faces have that feminine heart shaped look and they are so thin with little tight asses. Most of their cocks are so small they have to be called pee pees as they wag between their legs like that of little c***dren. Some are a bit larger than the rest though, but they all have small balls hanging in tiny little sacks below their pee pees. A few of them must already be on hormones; they already have little titties growing on their thin chests. Other boys have erect little pee pees that wag in front of them as they strut with the chains at their necks. The little things they have won't even be a mouthful. I guess that some of their asses are not virgin too. It must lessen their value but it will be in the dossiers that Tattoo has in her attaché desk.
Master taps my forehead with a finger, "You will suck the cocks of each of the boys that I choose to take. When they cum in your mouth you will not swallow. You will turn your head to me with your mouth open to show me their cum on your tongue. Do you understand?"
I nod my head yes under Master's hand and suck the chain attached to my tongue in and out of my mouth.
"You are a good little fancy slave aren't you."
I suck my chain over my lips again while holding as still as I can to show Master how good a slave I can be. Sucking at the chain that goes from my pierced tongue over my lip and down to the stud in my chin has become my signal to Master; the only one I can give to him without being punished. I can hardly wait until Master replaces my front teeth with the gold ones he has planned for me so I can close my mouth all the way and be as perfect as he makes me.
At Master's signal, two handlers approach the line of captive boys and separate the first ten from the rest. When the shemales to be are made to stand in front of Master, it is obvious that they all realize that what is happening to them is real now. All but one of the little pee pees shrink almost into their bodies as they stand in front of the man they know is actually buying them. The first boy is leashed and brought to stand in front of Master by a handler. He stands there shivering in fright as Master looks at him and holds out his right hand waiting for Tattoo to put the proper file in it. He opens it and slowly reads the file before looking up at the boy. The frightened boy doesn't know where to look. He can't hold Master's steady gaze. His eyes dart back and forth between Tattoo and I to find no help from the strange slaves kneeling beside his possible new owner. Master puts down the file and begins to talk to the boy in his native Spanish. He gestures for the frightened young man to move closer. When the boy balks at the order the handler pushes him forward between Masters legs. The boy stumbles forward and flinches when he is touched by Master. His entire body is touched and felt like an a****l at auction. His teeth are inspected and his muscle tone tested. Master turns him and has him bend over so he can spread his little boy ass and look at the tight brown hole there. When Master's strong hands turn the boy again he cups his little balls in one hand while stroking the pee pee between his thumb and first finger. Amazingly it begins to get a little bigger as Master touches it. When it is as hard as it will get the boy is urged to stand in front of me.
It is my turn to touch the captive boy now. I lean forward and suck his tiny hardon into my mouth. I wish my hands were chained in front so I can hold him but all I can use is my mouth and tongue to make him cum. His hard little pee pee doesn't even reach the back of my mouth when my nose is buried in the thin fuzz on his groin when all of it is in me. I bob my head up and down while I suck and lick him trying to make him cum for Master. The bells on my slave tits ring out drawing the attention of all the bastard Frenchman's men. The one over my slave clit bumps me and starts me on my own trip to orgasm and this is only the first of many captives to be sucked off.
Soon the boy is thrusting what little he has into me in spite of himself until he gasps when he finally shoots his meager offering into me. I pull off him, kneel back and turn to Master with his pitiful, watery deposit on my tongue in my open mouth so he can see.
Master nods at me and turns to Tattoo to say something in a language I don't understand. I swallow and wait patiently for the next boy knowing that this one's fate has been decided for him by his new Master.
The whole thing becomes mechanical as each captive is brought in front of Master. The boy is talked to in his own language and inspected before being given to my insatiable mouth. One boy surprises me with the load of cum he gives me and I am left with his white sperm dripping down my chin onto my tits as I show Master what I have managed to keep on my tongue. Another pulls out at the last moment and sprays his tiny load on my face. When he is done I turn and show Master what he has done to me. Master just has Tattoo make a note about the boy. Nobody cleans me; I am expected to keep sucking pee pees with drying cum on me until Master is done selecting his twenty shemales.
As each boy is selected, they are led by the leash on their collar to the plane and locked into a cage, which is sent up into its dark interior. Most are in shock by now and follow the leash quietly but some fight it all the way and have to be dragged or carried to their fate.
When the last boy is led away Master turns to the bastard Frenchman and says, "You owe me the gift of one more captive for the insulting way you and your men greeted me."
"But Monsieur, they were only trying to protect me!"
"By trying to ambush me?"
"But of course not. It is all a mistake."
The discussion goes on from there until the bastard finally concedes to give Master another captive as an apology.
The ten remaining boys watch with wide eyes and wilted pee pees as Master and the Bastard Frenchman decide the fate for one of them.
At a nod from Master, his handlers move forward to inspect the line of boys. They touch and fondle them as they wish until one is chosen and leashed to be led off to the plane.
The boy is confused, there are no cages left. He soon learns what his fate is as the men lead him to his new life as the boy toy for the handlers.
"I only hire men who prefer boys." Master tells me as he watches the boy fight the men while being carried to his fate. Every man he is carried past either caresses his ass or spanks it. "Its better that way. They don't bother the females and if they have a toy they leave the males alone."
"What sort of world have I found myself in?" I wonder not for the first time.
"That boy won't be sl**ping tonight. And for many more nights to come, I think." Master tells the Bastard. "Let me give you my fancy in appreciation."
"I'm being given away?" my loud voice screams.
"She does suck cock so well. Will you have her suck yours before we leave?"
"Its time; this is where you have to perform for Master." my quiet voice tells me.
At a nod from the Bastard Master signals me to stand.
Knowing what is expected of me I rise as elegantly as I can to stand in front of Master with my back to him so he can unlock my hands. I stand proud with the eyes of every man in the hanger on my naked body. When Master unlocks me, I quickly put my hands up to hold my slave tits, turn and kneel in front of him so they can be locked to the chains on my collar.
"Go and suck his cock, slave."
I am not allowed to look at Master's face so I don't know what he is thinking. All I can do is stand and turn to walk toward the Frenchman holding my tits out for him. My mouth is already watering at the thought of his cock.
"It has to be the conditioning." I think as I sway across the short distance to sink on my knees and crawl between the Bastard's legs.
The man stinks of old sweat and stale liquor but I must do what Master bade me to. I reach up to pull the zipper to his pants down and reach inside to pull his cock out and suck on whatever filthy thing I find. What I find is nothing. The man is smaller than the boys he captures and sells!
Now that I have his cock, no, it's not even a pee pee, it's a tiny hard nub. I look up at his face as I am allowed when I hold a master in my hand to see his worried, sweaty face looking down at me.
Making a show of having a larger cock than he has the Bastard pulls my head into his lap. The little thing barely passes my lips. I understand what Master suspected and play the part he wants me to. I pretend to be sucking a bigger thing than what the man is hiding. I know that every eye is on us as I lick the tiny thing he has and at a lax moment, when he takes his hand away from my head, I pull back and look at him with my tongue licking my lips. Two fingers can't even hold him and his men see that before he pushes me back down on him. When he finally cums his nub spurts twice and disappears, leaving a tiny drop of watery cum in my mouth.
There is something else though. His men are talking and the Frenchman is looking out past the plane. I hear things about how they will get Master in the end.
I make a point of looking where he does as I walk back to my Master and see the round barrel of a cannon poking out of the jungle. They talk about how they are going to blow the tail off the plane.
"Are these people nuts!" my small voice asks.
I can't tell Master because I am not allowed to talk. I don't know what to do. Sighing to myself, I stand and walk back to him and kneel by his side and open my mouth to show him the pitiful offering that the Bastard gave me then begin to suck at my chain as fast as I can. Master looks at me with a curious stare. I keep looking at where the cannon is until he understands.
Master calls one of his men over and has a few quick words with him. The man talks to his cuff and seconds later a smoky trail corkscrews out of the other side of the plane. It quickly crosses the short distance to the jungle before shooting up and then straight down to explode behind the cannon there.
There is dead silence after the blast as the cannon falls out of hiding looking very broken. What looks like a body falls across it along with parts of trees.
Now there is a huge rattling roar coming from the plane. I try to stay still for Master but I can't. Only his hand on my head holds me. I watch as a line of little explosions in the tarmac stitch their way into the hangar and across it. The huge machine gun thing is spouting endless flames and bullets. I have trouble believing how fast the thing fires; it's endless and there is a shower of brass falling to the ground under it. A man steps into the way as the line of death moves and is cut in half vertically as his body is thrown back against the wall in a wet spatter of bl**d. When the bullets reach the bl**dy wall they climb it then move back and forth above the cowering men's heads letting the bright sun in as they knock the boards loose or just leave gaping holes. I wonder if the roof might cave in; the gun leaves such destruction behind it
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