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by Alberta Moon
Part I
Oddly enough, my troubles began the day I decided to buy a
Slave. Oh, perhaps I should back up a bit and explain. My name
is, or was, rather, Donald Martell, and I am - or was, rather -
quite wealthy. My status and identity at present are both a bit
iffy, but that’s what I’m writing this about.
You see, a man like myself - like I used to be, I mean - gets
used to having pretty much anything he wants. And after going
through one messy divorce and another messy "palimony" suit,
brought against me by an ex-girlfriend, I decided that I wanted
female companionship on my terms, free of legal encumbrances and
unwanted emotional demands. I didn’t want to visit brothels or
have Call Girls over, because I’m a man (was a man!) who likes to
have a woman all to myself for as long as I want her. Also, I
appreciate having a woman about the place, always there when I
need her, and classy and beautiful enough for me to take out to
parties or on the town when the mood strikes me. Obviously, no
Call Girl could fill that bill, and when I discussed with my
Attorney the possibility of drawing up a pre-nuptial agreement
that spelled out all my conditions, he told me that such a
contract would amount to virtual Slavery! I happened to mention
this one evening at a party to a friend of mine named William
Edgars and his eyes lighted up almost immediately.
"But that’s it, Donald," he smiled. "Don’t you see? What you
need is a Slave! Perhaps two!"
"I know where," he said. "I know how, and, most importantly,
I know who! Now are you really interested?"
"Four."
"Done!"
Bill beamed. "Let’s shake on it and I’ll take you over to
him."
A short time later, I was looking down into the pasty face
and watery eyes of Fekkim Ammatuk, a pudgy, revolting little slug
from somewhere in the Middle Fast. As usual, he was expensively
dressed, and as usual, he looked like a Cheap Pimp I remembered
him at a previous party somewhere, and I had a vague recollection
of having insulted him to his face after a few Martinis, but
apparently he didn’t recall it, because he smiled his soft,
pandering smile up at me as William made introductions.
"As for me," Monika explained, "I knew there were still
various forms of Slavery in the so-called Free World, and with my
racial heritage, and my background in Sociology, I thought it
would be wonderful if I could do a study of modern-day Slavery
among the upper classes. A friend introduced me to Fekkim, and he
agreed to take me on for a year. "Well, I had the same difficult
period of adjustment that Jasmin had, but at the end of that
year, I realized that I was just naturally submissive. Maybe it
would be different if I were badly mistreated or something, but I
can honestly say that I wouldn’t trade this life for anything on
earth. I love Fekkim, and I owe my loyalty totally to him and to
anyone he chooses to sell me to.
"Well..."
"Well, you can tell the little cheesebag that I and my girls
would be delighted to accept."
"Of course I will, Donald," Bill said, "And I’m glad I could
be of help.
It seemed like a hand other than my own swung the belt with
all its might against Jasmin’s upturned brown bottom globes. I
hear her gasp and whimper at the unexpected pain.
CRACKKKKK!
"I’ll tell you what, Girls," I said at last. "Even though you
insist that it is not necessary, I want to do something to make
up for what I just did. What I want you to do now is to think of
something appropriate. I hereby pledge to you both that I will do
anything within reason, no matter how difficult, expensive or
embarrassing, that you ask so take your time, and when you come
up with something, just tell me what it is. Rest assured, I’ll do
it."
This statement had the desired effect. At last, both girls
stopped whimpering almost at once and thoughtful looks crossing
their pretty, tear-stained faces. They agreed to do as I asked
and, two days later, presented me with their condition for my
atonement!
"We want you to walk through the streets of Rio with us at
Carnival disguised as a woman," Jasmin said.
It was to this area that Monika and Jasmin escorted me, where
we were greeted by a tall, pretty looking attendant who
introduced herself as Janette.
"Of course!" Janette smiled again. "We have to get you into
your disguise, you know. Would you girls like to help him?" she
turned to my two slaves.
And I didn’t back down from that resolve one bit. Not even
when Monika and Jasmin stripped me naked and covered my arms,
legs, chest and ass with a powerful depilatory that left my body
completely hairless except for the growth on my head and in my
pubic area. Not even when the smiling Janette looked me up and
down (although I blushed terribly under her amused gaze) and
produced one of those electric shot-injecting guns! Before I
could protest, she had administered four quick injections, one
under each side of my chest, and one on each hip. When I asked
what they were, she merely giggled and told me they were to help
me fit my disguise!
Perhaps it was the shots themselves, or merely the shock of
getting them, but I felt a little woozy and out of it as they led
me to the adjustable chair and strapped me in. Janette lowered
the back, so that I was lying nearly flat, then dropped the head
rest until I could no longer see the rest of my body.
PART II
We got to the Airport just in time for Fekkim’s chartered
jet. All the rest of his guests and entourage were there,
including a few people with whom I had a nodding acquaintance,
but none of them seemed to recognize me.
If you have never been to Rio, dear Reader, then you should
look it up in a travel book some time. To me, it seemed like a
strange combination of Disney World and Alcatraz. There were
high- rise hotels, chic restaurants and posh night spots, all
geared towards the very rich - like myself. But I noticed that
every where we went, there were a few very discreet yet tough
looking men, some times uniformed, sometimes not, sometimes
obviously armed and sometimes - well, who knew? They would be
standing at the doorways of our hotel, or at the entrance to a
restaurant, or simply patrolling the streets, and each time they
looked at me - or any one - their eyes would quickly, coldly
evaluate that person’s social status and in a split second they
would decide whether he belonged there or not. I never saw them
actually bar any one (until much later) but they all had such an
air or quiet capability that I had no doubt about their ability
to screen out any unpleasantness for the visiting wealthy
tourists.
By the time we reached the beach area, the dark tanned men
were wearing only the briefest of G-strings, and many of the
women were completely naked! Well not completely. No matter how
little else she wore, it seemed that every woman out there took
pride in flashing some bit of adornment. It might be a fancy pair
of sandals, or bright jewelry, or a pretty hat or scarf, flapping
incongruously against dark nudity.
"Well, what do you think?" Jasmin asked as we strolled among
the merry making throngs.
"It’s incredible," I said. "Well worth coming all this way
for, quite aside from the... ah... natural beauty, there is that
feeling of total abandon you told me about. As if the very air
here were intoxicating!"
"Is that how you feel?" Monika asked, eyeing me closely,
"Intoxicated?"
"No," I admitted. "I’m afraid. I feel just like an awkward
tourist. The three of us, in our dresses and purses and
everything are such obvious sightseers that we stand out here
like sore thumbs!"
"Well," she smiled "If you’d like to look a bit more native,"
she patted her handbag, "I brought bathing suits, suntan oil and
some other things, and we can get towels and sandals at any stand
along here!"
Below that, a flat brown tummy led down to another tiny gold
triangle surrounded by ebony hips and legs. I turned, noting in
dismay that my bikini bottoms were of the backless kind, with
only a tiny string to cover my dorsal nudity, and saw my pert
little ass gleaming up at me like a couple of dark medicine
balls. In disbelief, I scampered over to a store window and
looked at my unfamiliar reflection. Soft, feminine black
features, surrounded by a mop of coarse, dark curls - so that’s
why my hair had been in curlers so long! Why, they must have been
planning this since...
"Now what?"
"Oh, I don’t know," Monika was genuinely at a loss, and I
could tell, with some relief, that the girls had really nothing
further planned for me beyond this.
"A little swim and some Lunch, perhaps, then we could lie out
and work on our sun tans... hee-hee!... What do you think,
Jasmin?"
"Let me at that Ocean!" she smiled. "Come on, Girls!"
The afternoon wore on, and we strolled down the beach, the
few sips of wine I’d had relaxed me somewhat, and the two girls,
who had polished off the rest of the bottle, were positively
mellow.
And he turned his back and waddled off between his two
"recruits", his shiny leather shoes scuffing through the sand.
"I know!" she said "Let’s play Hide and Seek! We can use the
beach as our playground and the Hotel as Home Base!"
"What on earth do you mean?" I asked.
"You know!" she urged "Hide and Seek! You Just hide your eyes
and count, and then you have to find us before we sneak in to
Home Base! We can have rewards for the winners and penalties for
the losers and everything!"
"But what’s to stop you from just going back to the Hotel
while I’m counting?" I asked.
"We’re out of money for one thing," Monika put in. "Before we
can go back to the Hotel, we have to stop back at the Cabana and
change. There’s no way we could do that before you could catch us
unless we hid some place and made you come look for us!"
"We can always get in touch with each other through the
Hotel," Monika suggested.
"Okay," I gave in. "I’m game. Now what are the Prizes and
Penalties? If I catch even one of you, I win!"
"Fair enough," Jasmin said, "And if we manage to get back to
the Hotel first... let’s see... I know; In our Suite at the
Hotel, we have special bleach to remove your skin dye, solvents
to take off that false pussy on your crotch, and an astringent to
shrink your breasts back down. But if we get back first, we will
have the Front Desk mail them back to that shop in New York, and
you’ll have to stay just as you are until we get back there.
Agreed?"
"There!" she said. "Now you can’t come after us until you get
this thing untied!"
I tugged at it and felt my skimpy bikini-bottoms pull
outward. Damn! She was right! It might take me several minutes to
undo those knots. But I still had an ace up my sleeve (well,
actually, I had no sleeves in that scanty outfit, but you know
what I mean) so I smiled and confidently said, "Go ahead. Do your
worst. Just remember, it’ll be extra punishment for you both when
I’m back in control."
"You can bet on it." I said. "You girls will pay and pay
dearly for every embarrassment you’ve caused!"
But I had to have these! For one thing, despite the casual
atmosphere, I was just too civilized and self-conscious to try to
take a step without them! And for another, it was inside these
bikini bottoms that I had tucked the change from our lunch...
enough for a comfortable Cab ride back to the Hotel!
So when I at last got the damn things loose, I jumped into
them as fast as I could and hurried through the laughing, goosing
crowd to the closest Taxi Stand.
I jumping into the first cab available, and barked out the
name of my Hotel. I knew that by now there was a chance that
Jasmin and Monika could have gotten their clothes - and mine! -
from the Cabana and I wanted to be sure and beat them back to
Home Base. The idea of being stuck this way for any longer at all
was definitely frightening now, but I knew that if I hurried I
could probably beat them.
"And you made it all the way over to this part of town? Like
that? Jasmin, did you hear that? Our Black Beauty is... why,
that’s just outside our balcony! You say you’re at the phone down
there?"
"Yoo-hoo!"
"Catch!"
She flung the coat wide, to avoid the trees below. But alas!
She threw it too hard! Caught in an updraft, it sailed across the
narrow street and caught on one of the balconies of the Hotel
over there, dangling just above one of the ornamental nut trees.
There were more people stopping in the street now and coming
out onto their Hotel Balconies to see what was happening. As I
pulled myself quickly upwards, I felt something tug at my bikini
bottoms. But I was too out-of-balance to stop. I swung up to the
branch above, and suddenly heard a chilling "rip!" and felt a
cool "swish!" as my bottoms were torn off and blown away on the
breeze. I was naked! Sobbing with embarrassment now, I forced
myself to climb higher.
PART III
It was as I was perched in that tree, totally nude and
completely feminized, with my smooth skin dyed black, a false
pussy covering my male crotch and very real breasts jiggling on
my chest, being pelted and teased by the crowd, that help arrived
- I thought!
A big shiny Police Van slowly nosed its way through the
crowd, and a couple of politely smiling, but very efficient
looking uniformed Security Guards got out. They looked up at the
cause of all this ruckus - me! - and spoke a few words to the
crowds, which wandered off.
Then the bigger of them smiled up at me and gestured to me to
come down, making little kissing noises with his mouth. The way
you’d summon a pet!
"You come," the other one interrupted. And she took me by the
arm and began leading me towards a side street.
"But that’s not the way!" I protested. "I need to get back to
the Hotel..."
"Okay," she said "Maybe you friend Fekkim, maybe you lying
whore. I find Fekkim and find out. That take three days... maybe
four. Till he get here, you work for me. You don’t turn no trick,
you don’t blow no man, but you do like I say. Work, clean, carry.
You don’t run, you don’t get hurt. I make everybody now here see
you mine, they don’t bother you."
She got up now and came close to me, putting her young,
garishly painted face up to my own tear stained, soft black
features. "But you cross me, you try to run, and everybody round
here see you die real slow! Savvy?"
I nodded.
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After first showing me this way, Cila had made me take this
walk by myself. It was awful! As if the smell of my shameful
burden wasn’t bad enough, my contorted, butt-thrusting posture
called humiliating attention to me with every step! Men lounging
in doorways whistled and laughed, women spat scornfully in my
path, and little children held their noses and shrieked noisy
abuse as I passed, jiggling and mincing down the street to a
smallish farm owned by Maria and managed by some relative of
hers.
There, my smelly burden would be dumped and replaced by two
buckets of water drawn up from the well by a donkey pulling a
turnstile. The two buckets would be attached to my shoulder pole
and I would have to make that shameful journey back up the street
to Maria’s.
Today, however, something was different. The animal that
normally drew water from the well was sick, and the old man who
ran the farm had taken it to some doctor, leaving the farm in
charge of his grandchildren, who were sullenly tugging at the
turnstile, rotating the conveyor belt that pulled up small scoops
of water from the well and dumped them into a sluice. An older
child directed me to set down the smelly buckets with which I’d
arrived and yelled to the smaller boy pulling the turnstile to
pull faster. The smaller boy yelled something back and a
desultory argument ensued.
Then the smaller boy pointed at me and yelled something else!
They were ogling me! The boy flicked his switch at the soles
of my feet to make me prance for them, my perspiring black limbs
flashing in the sunlight as I strutted my female charms for
everyone to see.
And we did!
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"Faster, you!"
"Hurry them up, Jasmin," Monika called from the head of the
line. "It doesn’t do to allow a Slave to get lazy and you can’t
ever give them a chance to take advantage of you!"
We reached the plane and Monika double-checked us as we
climbed up the portable stairway. Jasmin walked beside me up the
steps.
"Well, Darling," she teased, "How did you like Rio at
Carnival? Wasn’t it everything I said it would be?"
--THE END--