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Sold into Slavery by my own Brother pt 13

The military prison that held us was more like a boot camp. E2F6AD5F-A9DE-4E5A-85A0-1AFB8F59B8D4.jpegIt was very regimented. We were woken early to shower, dress and primp, make our beds, straighten our things. Then we stood at attention by our bunks as a sergeant would critique our efforts. Anything not to military standard had to be redone correctly immediately. It also earned us three cane strokes on the bare posterior. The penalty for a second offense was double the number of strokes.

For me it was the bed making that was an issue. I had spent my life just pulling my sheets and blankets up to my pillow, never really making the bed. Now sheets and blankets were required to pulled up straight and flat, no wrinkles, with corners creased and hanging straight. I struggled with this., couldn’t quite get it right. I really hadn’t been beaten by anyone since my brother sold me to cover his debts. That changed. The very first time it was three strokes and they hurt but I was stoic and didn’t cry out. F3AA4DE6-6082-4F78-895D-0B39F5A67F05.jpegI tried to do better the next morning but my effort still didn’t make the grade. I was crying pretty hard by the time the sixth stroke burned across my bottom. I know Lily and Fatima were watching me… I tried not to scream. I held back my screams.

Then it happened again, the third day in a row. I begged him to please let me try again. I couldn’t take 9 cane strokes. He laughed, “You don’t have to take nine strokes, it doubles each time. You get twelve cane strokes this time and if you fail again tomorrow, it will be two dozen!” I shrank away from the sergeant but I was soon bent over the bed. My pants pulled down to my ankles. The previous two times they had just held me down on the bed, this time they tied me. I was still pleading with them when the first stroke came. I bit back a scream, my eyes closed, and my head flew back. The second and third strokes came rapidly. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. It felt like someone was holding a torch to my bottom cheeks. There was no place on my bottom that hadn’t been assaulted by the cane in the past couple days so today’s strokes were blazing across flesh already bruised and battered. I screamed and screamed again. I didn’t care who was watching or who could see. I couldn’t take the pain. I didn’t care if the way my body was fighting my bonds and the way my bottom was weaving, was entertaining to the sergeant and the guards. I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. The strokes continued to fall. I continued to scream. By the time it was done, I was a blubbering mess. They left me tied to the bed, my bottom throbbing. Lily and Fatima were taken to breakfast. They probably knew that I would never be able to eat anyway, much less sit to eat. Lily showed me how to do the bedding later that day. I practiced it four times. I didn’t fail again.

The fourth day we were taken for physicals. I guess they wanted to make sure that their “merchandise” was physically sound. It was a male military doctor of course but obviously he had done this before. He had an exam table with stirrups and held a speculum in hand. That’s where the government found out I was still a virgin. God it’s like I changed from a sow’s ear to a silk purse. I was tagged once again with that status. “ a virgin”. Why was that so important to a man? It seems so fragile to me . I was just one hard thrust away from being the same value as every other woman in this prison.
The doctor looked at my bottom “ looks like you are having trouble following the rules. I suggest you toe the line, let these heal. Other wise you might end up with some nasty looking scars.” I decided that was good advice.

Everything went ok over the next several weeks . My bottom had healed, at least I couldn’t feel the ridges anymore. One morning after inspection they told us to strip naked and they fitted us with manacles and chains. We were led to a large room adjacent to the prison auditorium. We were told that today was the day. Today,I shuddered, today I would be sold again.6DAD5096-CFEE-47C6-B39B-C78CF8AF5F34.jpeg
 
Sold into Slavery by my own Brother. Part 9

We were staged in a large holding room until it was time to be called to the viewing area. They took 5 girls at a time. Each of us was tagged with a number and a designation. My number was 43 and my designation was VIR , Lily on my right was 44 NVIR and Fatima on my right was 45 NVIR. It looked like the fact that I had managed to maintain my virginity would once again be a factor in my purchase. I was sure that VIR meant I was a virgin. I was to the point that I just wanted it to be over. It was inevitable this time. Someone out there was going to bid a lot of money to buy me and have the pleasure of taking my virginity. Why is f**king a virgin such a big deal anyway? Wouldn’t you want to f**k someone who knew what they were doing? I’ll never understand men.Why do they have to think with their penis all the time?
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Lily and Fatima were taken several groups before me. We mouthed goodbye to each other not knowing if we would ever see each other again. I hadn’t felt this alone in a long time. I didn’t know what was going to happen to any of us out there but I prayed that we might be fortunate enough to be bought by the same person. I knew it wasn’t likely but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hope with everything I had. The next group of five was taken out about 10 minutes later. That meant that there were only five of us left. The other 4 girls kind of moved closer to me. They definitely looked scared. I was the oldest and maybe they felt some comfort being close. I could see their tags, they all had the VIR designation.

I tried to calm them. We talked about their families. All of them had been kidnapped by the army recently. I was the only one who had been sold before. I told them what to expect. I told them that they would be examined, they would be touched, they would be fondled, and they would feel overwhelmed. I told them that it was imperative that they keep their composure. Not to be afraid to pick the person that they wanted to bid on them. Make eye contact with that person. Show them your interest. It gives you some control out there.

We were finally called to the viewing area. It was basically a stage with five short posts spaced across its length. We were backed up to the posts and our hand secured in hand cuffs behind our back. The cuffs were in turned clipped to a short chain at the top of each post. We all stood naked, arms locked behind us, our breasts boldly displayed. There was only a small group of buyers to inspect us. Maybe the price of buying a virgin was so high that many bidders were excluded. I was proud of the girls in this last group, they showed their ability to remain composed. The bidding took place immediately after the inspection. There were only two of the bidders that I hoped would purchase me, a young handsome male in his mid-thirties and an older woman, very quiet and confident. They both were gentle with the touch and seemed somewhat considerate and kind.

The other four girls were bid on and sold first. When the last of them was led off the stage I was left alone standing at my post. 0AACC1E1-0C6F-4315-985C-5813FEBB024D.jpegOne of the bidders asked if he could examine me quickly one last time. He was one that I would not want. He was fat and his body odor was over powering. He stuck his fingers in my mouth, checking my teeth. His sweaty palms made their way to my breasts, squeezing them hard...looking me in the eyes, looking for my reaction. I remained stoic as he pinched my nipples very hard. His finger made its way between my legs, his finger slipping into my opening, checking that my hymen was intact. Then he did something appalling. He turned me sideways and stuck his index finger into my anus. I jumped and squealed, my eyes betraying me, I looked at him with defiance and utter disdain. He laughed and bent over to whisper in my ear “ I will enjoy beating that defiance out of you”. Then he left the stage as the bidding began.

Soon only three of the twelve bidders were left. The handsome man and the older woman who I preferred and the fat Arab who had fingered me. It was like when Cruel Eyes had been bidding for me, I was praying that anybody but the fat Arab would win the bid. Soon it was down to the older woman and the fat man. I held my breath as they matched each other’s bids. Finally the fat man, in exasperation, crumpled his auction program in his hands and after tossing it angrily to the floor, stomped out of the room. I was very happy. I glanced at the older woman as I was unchained, she smiled back.

I was escorted out of the building and led to large black SUV in the parking lot. Much to my surprise and pleasure, there was Lily chained to one of the seats. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Then it dawned on me. Fatima was nowhere to be seen. Lily could tell by my expression what I was thinking about and she sadly said “ I’m sorry, Fatima was bought by someone else.” I felt a sadness come over me. As they shackled me to my seat, I started to feel better, at least Lily and I were still together. As we left the compound the older woman spoke for the first time “ Would you two like to know where we are going.” Both Lily and I nodded yes. She continued “ We are going to visit my son. I have bought the two of you for him. I believe that you refer to him as “Cruel Eyes”. (To be continued)
 
Sold into Slavery by my own Brother. Part 9

We were staged in a large holding room until it was time to be called to the viewing area. They took 5 girls at a time. Each of us was tagged with a number and a designation. My number was 43 and my designation was VIR , Lily on my right was 44 NVIR and Fatima on my right was 45 NVIR. It looked like the fact that I had managed to maintain my virginity would once again be a factor in my purchase. I was sure that VIR meant I was a virgin. I was to the point that I just wanted it to be over. It was inevitable this time. Someone out there was going to bid a lot of money to buy me and have the pleasure of taking my virginity. Why is f**king a virgin such a big deal anyway? Wouldn’t you want to f**k someone who knew what they were doing? I’ll never understand men.Why do they have to think with their penis all the time?
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Lily and Fatima were taken several groups before me. We mouthed goodbye to each other not knowing if we would ever see each other again. I hadn’t felt this alone in a long time. I didn’t know what was going to happen to any of us out there but I prayed that we might be fortunate enough to be bought by the same person. I knew it wasn’t likely but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hope with everything I had. The next group of five was taken out about 10 minutes later. That meant that there were only five of us left. The other 4 girls kind of moved closer to me. They definitely looked scared. I was the oldest and maybe they felt some comfort being close. I could see their tags, they all had the VIR designation.

I tried to calm them. We talked about their families. All of them had been kidnapped by the army recently. I was the only one who had been sold before. I told them what to expect. I told them that they would be examined, they would be touched, they would be fondled, and they would feel overwhelmed. I told them that it was imperative that they keep their composure. Not to be afraid to pick the person that they wanted to bid on them. Make eye contact with that person. Show them your interest. It gives you some control out there.

We were finally called to the viewing area. It was basically a stage with five short posts spaced across its length. We were backed up to the posts and our hand secured in hand cuffs behind our back. The cuffs were in turned clipped to a short chain at the top of each post. We all stood naked, arms locked behind us, our breasts boldly displayed. There was only a small group of buyers to inspect us. Maybe the price of buying a virgin was so high that many bidders were excluded. I was proud of the girls in this last group, they showed their ability to remain composed. The bidding took place immediately after the inspection. There were only two of the bidders that I hoped would purchase me, a young handsome male in his mid-thirties and an older woman, very quiet and confident. They both were gentle with the touch and seemed somewhat considerate and kind.

The other four girls were bid on and sold first. When the last of them was led off the stage I was left alone standing at my post. View attachment 1089719One of the bidders asked if he could examine me quickly one last time. He was one that I would not want. He was fat and his body odor was over powering. He stuck his fingers in my mouth, checking my teeth. His sweaty palms made their way to my breasts, squeezing them hard...looking me in the eyes, looking for my reaction. I remained stoic as he pinched my nipples very hard. His finger made its way between my legs, his finger slipping into my opening, checking that my hymen was intact. Then he did something appalling. He turned me sideways and stuck his index finger into my anus. I jumped and squealed, my eyes betraying me, I looked at him with defiance and utter disdain. He laughed and bent over to whisper in my ear “ I will enjoy beating that defiance out of you”. Then he left the stage as the bidding began.

Soon only three of the twelve bidders were left. The handsome man and the older woman who I preferred and the fat Arab who had fingered me. It was like when Cruel Eyes had been bidding for me, I was praying that anybody but the fat Arab would win the bid. Soon it was down to the older woman and the fat man. I held my breath as they matched each other’s bids. Finally the fat man, in exasperation, crumpled his auction program in his hands and after tossing it angrily to the floor, stomped out of the room. I was very happy. I glanced at the older woman as I was unchained, she smiled back.

I was escorted out of the building and led to large black SUV in the parking lot. Much to my surprise and pleasure, there was Lily chained to one of the seats. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Then it dawned on me. Fatima was nowhere to be seen. Lily could tell by my expression what I was thinking about and she sadly said “ I’m sorry, Fatima was bought by someone else.” I felt a sadness come over me. As they shackled me to my seat, I started to feel better, at least Lily and I were still together. As we left the compound the older woman spoke for the first time “ Would you two like to know where we are going.” Both Lily and I nodded yes. She continued “ We are going to visit my son. I have bought the two of you for him. I believe that you refer to him as “Cruel Eyes”. (To be continued)
Back into the frying pan! How come I was not given a brochure for this auction?!?
 
Sold into Slavery by my own Brother
Final Chapter

Lily and I were in shock. Out of all the scenarios the auction could have presented to us, this was absolutely the worst. Suddenly the fat Arab who had fingered me didn’t seem so bad. I feel for poor Lily, she doesn’t deserve this. I feel for me. Maybe this is my lot in life. Never to know the tenderness and love of a man. Only to be a body ,to use and abuse , over and over again. Or maybe when Cruel Eyes takes my virginity from me he will tire of me….sell me to a brothel or use me to entertain his cruel friends. I shuddered at the thought.

Our return to the compound was non-eventful. The compound still showed the damage from the soldiers raid. It looked like little had been done in the way of repairs. In fact even the security detail looked smaller than before, but it was still formidable enough to keep us imprisoned within the compound. Lily and were led back to the same cells that we occupied previously. Somehow they seem so much more ominous now. We are allowed to shower, clothe, and are fed well. No one says a word to us, only point or gesture as to what we are supposed to do. The feeling of impending doom is ever present.

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For days we wait alone in our cells. I feel the tension begin to increase with each passing hour. I know what he is doing but I am not sure that I can wait any longer for the inevitable. The inevitable came the evening of the third day. First they came for Lily, without a word two guards led her kicking and screaming from her cell. I cried out “ Leave her alone. Take me you bastards.” Not a word, nothing. It was almost an hour before they came for me. They stripped me and put me in chains. AEA9738B-868C-4542-AF4F-10BBC0F74222.jpegThey led me down a long hallway. I remembered it as the hallway that leads to the bedroom of Cruel Eyes. As we walk I hear a woman’s screams and I hear her pleading. It is Lily, I hear a crack. I hear her scream again.

As I am led into the room I see an Arab man raise his arm. It is Abdul Bengali , Cruel Eyes sadistic friend ,the same man who was whipping the beautiful woman when the government troops rescued us. He had Lilly tied in the middle of the room, the same way he had tied Fatima, with legs widely spread. 1A8FCFB2-340E-4C8D-A521-0861876759C1.jpegHe brought the short whip down with a fury. It slapped onto her exposed labia with a sickening thud. Lily’s eyes bug out of their sockets as she screams bloody murder. I can’t keep my own tears from flowing. I look beseechingly at Cruel Eyes who reclines on pillows on his bed watching the sadistic display.

“Please stop” I beg. “ She has done nothing to deserve such treatment.” I cringe as another blow strikes home. Poor Lily is blubbering non sensibly in pain, her body bucking against her bonds and shuddering uncontrollably. The beating must have been going on for a while. Cruel Eyes looks at me very seriously and says “My friend Abdul and I have just begun. Oh how this little dove sings and dances under the whip. We haven’t even got to the hot irons and sharp knives yet.” He continued “Only you have the ability to stop her suffering. Come to my bed as I have said you would. Surrender your hymen to me as gift to your Lord and Master. Chose now or we flay this young pigeon alive.” Abdul struck again as Lily tried to speak “ Don’t give into him, I can…..” But her scream made my decision for me. I nodded my head in resignation.

The guards removed my chains and I dont hesitate. I drop to my knees and crawl to his bed. I feel no shame, I feel no fear. I am a slave and I am doing this for Lily. I just want to get this over with. When I reach his bed I kneel before him, my head bowed. 05661D7D-CF6F-4698-9801-C5A574F8E0AF.jpegI say “Master please take me.” Cruel Eyes rises from the bed and doffs his robe. His erection looks horrifying, very large with veins sticking out. He has me fondle his manhood. Take it into my mouth, lick the hard shaft. He pats the bed, shows me that he wants me on all fours….on my knees with my naked backside up toward him. He grasps me behind the neck with his left hand and pushes my head to the mattress. I can feel his manhood touch my labia. I tighten up expecting him to enter.

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Suddenly there is commotion in the bedroom. I hear shouts, I hear gunshots, he loosens his grip on me. I close my eyes , unmoving, I pray. It is over quickly. Black clad Commandos control the room. Cruel Eyes and his friend Abdul lie dead on the floor. Lily is released from her bonds . They throw blankets over our shoulders and we are quickly extricated from the compound. We are once again bundled into a helicopter but the ride is short. We land in an open area. Nearby is a long black stretch limousine. The door of the limo opens as we are ushered out of the helicopter. Out steps a tall, very handsome, mid thirties/ early forties Arab man and Fatima, the beautiful lady. My heart almost leaps out of my chest. I can’t remember ever being this happy. We hug Fatima, Lily, and I.

Fatima introduces us to Prince Ahkbar Nazari .The handsome man smiles, his eyes sparkle, unlike Cruel Eyes ,his eyes are so peaceful and kind. He speaks perfect English “ Nice to finally meet you ladies. I have heard so much about you.” We talked all the way back to the magnificent complex that the prince called his home. Fatima tells us about her prince. He is a philanthropist who cares for the immigrants, the sick and the poor. He provides jobs, healthcare and schooling for his people. The women of his complex were not slaves, they are free to come and go as they please.

Lily and I are treated well. They let us room together, our huge apartment was lavishly decorated. Everyone seems so happy, so content. Fatima and the prince are lovers but it isn’t exclusive. Other women sleep with the prince. She is ok with that. The prince and Fatima call us to their chambers one evening. He tells Lily and I that he is offering us positions in his philanthropic organization if we choose to stay. If not he is willing to send Lily and I back to the US and make sure we are set up to live comfortably.

I look at Lily, I can tell what she wants. There is nothing for me back in the states. I whisper something in Fatimas ear. She smiles and takes my hand and Lily’s. She leads the four of us to the most lavish bedroom with what had to be the worlds largest bed. The four of us make love all night. I eagerly offer my virginity to the prince. He is gentle, he is considerate, he is wonderful. It is wonderful.
( the end)
 
Sold into Slavery by my own Brother
Final Chapter

Lily and I were in shock. Out of all the scenarios the auction could have presented to us, this was absolutely the worst. Suddenly the fat Arab who had fingered me didn’t seem so bad. I feel for poor Lily, she doesn’t deserve this. I feel for me. Maybe this is my lot in life. Never to know the tenderness and love of a man. Only to be a body ,to use and abuse , over and over again. Or maybe when Cruel Eyes takes my virginity from me he will tire of me….sell me to a brothel or use me to entertain his cruel friends. I shuddered at the thought.

Our return to the compound was non-eventful. The compound still showed the damage from the soldiers raid. It looked like little had been done in the way of repairs. In fact even the security detail looked smaller than before, but it was still formidable enough to keep us imprisoned within the compound. Lily and were led back to the same cells that we occupied previously. Somehow they seem so much more ominous now. We are allowed to shower, clothe, and are fed well. No one says a word to us, only point or gesture as to what we are supposed to do. The feeling of impending doom is ever present.

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For days we wait alone in our cells. I feel the tension begin to increase with each passing hour. I know what he is doing but I am not sure that I can wait any longer for the inevitable. The inevitable came the evening of the third day. First they came for Lily, without a word two guards led her kicking and screaming from her cell. I cried out “ Leave her alone. Take me you bastards.” Not a word, nothing. It was almost an hour before they came for me. They stripped me and put me in chains. View attachment 1092663They led me down a long hallway. I remembered it as the hallway that leads to the bedroom of Cruel Eyes. As we walk I hear a woman’s screams and I hear her pleading. It is Lily, I hear a crack. I hear her scream again.

As I am led into the room I see an Arab man raise his arm. It is Abdul Bengali , Cruel Eyes sadistic friend ,the same man who was whipping the beautiful woman when the government troops rescued us. He had Lilly tied in the middle of the room, the same way he had tied Fatima, with legs widely spread. View attachment 1092661He brought the short whip down with a fury. It slapped onto her exposed labia with a sickening thud. Lily’s eyes bug out of their sockets as she screams bloody murder. I can’t keep my own tears from flowing. I look beseechingly at Cruel Eyes who reclines on pillows on his bed watching the sadistic display.

“Please stop” I beg. “ She has done nothing to deserve such treatment.” I cringe as another blow strikes home. Poor Lily is blubbering non sensibly in pain, her body bucking against her bonds and shuddering uncontrollably. The beating must have been going on for a while. Cruel Eyes looks at me very seriously and says “My friend Abdul and I have just begun. Oh how this little dove sings and dances under the whip. We haven’t even got to the hot irons and sharp knives yet.” He continued “Only you have the ability to stop her suffering. Come to my bed as I have said you would. Surrender your hymen to me as gift to your Lord and Master. Chose now or we flay this young pigeon alive.” Abdul struck again as Lily tried to speak “ Don’t give into him, I can…..” But her scream made my decision for me. I nodded my head in resignation.

The guards removed my chains and I dont hesitate. I drop to my knees and crawl to his bed. I feel no shame, I feel no fear. I am a slave and I am doing this for Lily. I just want to get this over with. When I reach his bed I kneel before him, my head bowed. View attachment 1092665I say “Master please take me.” Cruel Eyes rises from the bed and doffs his robe. His erection looks horrifying, very large with veins sticking out. He has me fondle his manhood. Take it into my mouth, lick the hard shaft. He pats the bed, shows me that he wants me on all fours….on my knees with my naked backside up toward him. He grasps me behind the neck with his left hand and pushes my head to the mattress. I can feel his manhood touch my labia. I tighten up expecting him to enter.

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Suddenly there is commotion in the bedroom. I hear shouts, I hear gunshots, he loosens his grip on me. I close my eyes , unmoving, I pray. It is over quickly. Black clad Commandos control the room. Cruel Eyes and his friend Abdul lie dead on the floor. Lily is released from her bonds . They throw blankets over our shoulders and we are quickly extricated from the compound. We are once again bundled into a helicopter but the ride is short. We land in an open area. Nearby is a long black stretch limousine. The door of the limo opens as we are ushered out of the helicopter. Out steps a tall, very handsome, mid thirties/ early forties Arab man and Fatima, the beautiful lady. My heart almost leaps out of my chest. I can’t remember ever being this happy. We hug Fatima, Lily, and I.

Fatima introduces us to Prince Ahkbar Nazari .The handsome man smiles, his eyes sparkle, unlike Cruel Eyes ,his eyes are so peaceful and kind. He speaks perfect English “ Nice to finally meet you ladies. I have heard so much about you.” We talked all the way back to the magnificent complex that the prince called his home. Fatima tells us about her prince. He is a philanthropist who cares for the immigrants, the sick and the poor. He provides jobs, healthcare and schooling for his people. The women of his complex were not slaves, they are free to come and go as they please.

Lily and I are treated well. They let us room together, our huge apartment was lavishly decorated. Everyone seems so happy, so content. Fatima and the prince are lovers but it isn’t exclusive. Other women sleep with the prince. She is ok with that. The prince and Fatima call us to their chambers one evening. He tells Lily and I that he is offering us positions in his philanthropic organization if we choose to stay. If not he is willing to send Lily and I back to the US and make sure we are set up to live comfortably.

I look at Lily, I can tell what she wants. There is nothing for me back in the states. I whisper something in Fatimas ear. She smiles and takes my hand and Lily’s. She leads the four of us to the most lavish bedroom with what had to be the worlds largest bed. The four of us make love all night. I eagerly offer my virginity to the prince. He is gentle, he is considerate, he is wonderful. It is wonderful.
( the end)
I would have liked to see all four of you on the bed!!!
 
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