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S L A V E C O U P L E

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S C E N E S F R O M T H E S L A V E M A R K E T

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Just Married ♥️ HONEYMOON

Their honeymoon had come to a raw end when strangers had captured their sailing yacht in the coastal waters of western Africa. Just married and now freshly captured. Strictly straight, virgin and tight. White. Both settled in a life of comfort and privilege. Perfect conditions for the slave hunters. From what they could judge by their observation from the distance, his body looked strong, powerful, impressive, hers lean, sexy and alluring. So, the Slave Hunters decided to have found their latest prey and bring them down. 

Being used to a life of wealth, privilege, leisure and comfort had now come to an end and and the newly wed couple is facing a life of humiliation, abuse and subjugation.

Formerly secure in privilege and position, now reduced to something like animals, less than animals, human livestock. White slaves as they heard them being called by the Slave Hunters.

Once the fresh meat arrives at the Slave Ranch, transforming the physical body is the easy part. A permanent change to their behavior and attitude, however, takes the

most time. An intense training program coupled with severe punishment usually does the trick in about three to four months.

Failure to learn the proper steps in the allotted amount of time is dealt with harshly. The slave hunters only have a certain number of weeks to train the animals – the slave couple - before they are presented on the auction block as full-fledged slaves. The hunters take pride in the Slave Ranch's dedication to customer satisfaction and producing the finest slave meat in the world. Nothing less than perfection is tolerated.

They would be trained to a price winning slave couple, and the slave hunters are sure to fetch a huge profit with the couple.

She would be the principal of the couple, the so-called Alpha Slave. As the Alpha slave she is in a way superior to the male slave, her husband. But she is also still owned by their Masters. She is responsible for how the slave couple is behaving and has a completely free hand in how she educates, trains and punishes her male counterpart. In return she, as the Alpha Slave, has to bear the consequences for misdemeanor of him as well as them as a couple. Only she is allowed sexual release and orgasms but only she must use the lower slave for this purpose.

The first day she did not perform well during her training session and afterwards she was shocked to see her husband hanging on the wooden cross and being used and tortured by several of the Hunters, now their Owners. 

She would always be in a cage or on her knees in front of him, watching the whole process of breaking him in that lasts for several days. She must watch how he breaks, cries, begs but still gets his torture and abuse. She also must assist in the process of him being broken. There is no need for her or him to take it personal, it is just to show them what awaits them if they should be disobedient. His alpha aura is perfect to use him for this object lesson. She will be impressed and never forget. 

She had to watch him being raped and humiliated for hours, days, weeks. She did not understand why her husband got hard several times during this public humiliation. She could see how much this bodily reaction embarrassed him and it embarrassed herself too. He himself did not know either as he considered himself as being straight, strong, superior and dominant. She also could not understand what she witnessed as she had always looked up to him as a very strong, disciplined, straight man. She felt tears running down her cheeks when she was made to watch him in his predicament and promised herself to put in more effort in her upcoming training sessions to spare him any further treatments like this.

For him, it was a terrifying vision to be displayed like this by strangers in front of his newlywed wife and very often also in front of a couple of strangers. Normally the husband is meant to protect his wife but there was nothing he could do. No self consciousness anymore, no strength, no dominance or masculinity. He was naked, helpless and vulnerable. 

What would she be thinking of him right now?

Time and again his cock started to get hard and erect. He could not prevent it. He felt nothing but shame. Shame and … excitement.

He could feel the Hunters penetrating him now. He understood that he was being sexually used as a sign of slavery and submission and this made his shame even more intensive. He did not want his wife to see him like this, naked, crucified, erect and being used and played with by the "Masters" and their guests. He wanted to appear strong, protective, eye level at least. 

She was horrified when hearing the trainers laugh about her husband for showing arousal from time to time while they dressed her with a huge strapon. They told her to get used to her enormous new cock because it would soon be her turn to use it on her husband to rape her husband and show him his position. 

And then, when she invaded him with this huge strap-on he felt like being impaled by her. For the first time since he was being used he cried out loud in shame and pain. And while he was crying, moaning and his body was writhing in pain and embarrassment he wondered why she did not slow down and soften her thrusts into him and at the same time heard the Strangers cheer and laugh.

She had invaded him forcefully, hard, without kindness or mercy and then was pounding him like the cheapest piece of fuckmeat. Tears were running down her face and at the same time she smiled. She knew that her thrusts caused pain for him and at the same time she felt aroused by the sounds he made while he was being fucked by her. She wondered what was happening to her, had happened to him, to them.

When they took him away from her and laid him back on the cross, she could still see his cock, hard, erect and twitching while his body was writhing on the cross. He tried to fight them but there was no escape for him and so they tied him to the cross. When the cross was erected again, she could see his cock still twitching and his body still writhing. "Look what you did!" the trainers said to her. "Now he is all like a mangy mare, horny and willing and we have to torture the arousal out of his body."

After he had finally been raped by his bride, they both knew he was now waiting to be brought into the Slave Yard. They had formerly heard about the fate of those brought into the Slave Yard. He would be domesticated and trained into a livestock animal. They are considered as property with no rights, identity or freedom. Just subhuman beasts captured to be exploited and having a livestock life. These animals are raised for work force, humiliation, torture and sexual abuse.

She would be his Alpha Slave, she would be in front of him watching the whole process of breaking him further. She knew she would from now on be forced to take part in the process and be made to assist them in breaking him in. 

His desperate cries would soon echo through the Ranch, the forest and to the next village.

Again, she felt tears running down her cheeks and promised herself to put all her effort in her upcoming training sessions as an alpha slave. Then she smiled again. She wondered why she suddenly felt so excited.

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S C E N E S F R O M T H E S L A V E M A R K E T

S L A V E C O U P L E - f o r s a l e

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Good day, Dear K r i s t i n_v o n_S t a h l s c h m e r z Tell me - Society of Slave Owners (SoSO), who selects candidates for “entry”?

Society of Slave Owners (SoSO) The SoSO is an association that offers unlimited services for dominants, male or female. A membership is acquired by personal invitation or after approving a letter of application. A VIP membership is acquired after delivery of a slave (m or f), which becomes the property of the SoSO. The slave may be dismissed when a member requests this and the majority of VIP members votes in favor of it.. It then will be sold at auction

slave of the SoSO To be a slave of the SoSO is for a lifetime. We will make sure to take total control over you so you cannot return or get out of slavery no matter how much you want to. We’ll whore you out, offer you for torture or sexual services and use you for whatever pleases us. you’ll have to be very strong, mentally and physically. with huge reserves of stamina and endurance. you are a hot, naked, writhing spectacle, suffering for your Superiors’ entertainment. And if we lose interest in you, you will be sold to another Owner.

So, a slave cannot be invited or apply for a membership. It is no member but an asset and can only be brought in by its Owner.

Only dominants can be members and the board of members decides by vote about their application

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Property of Kristin von Stahlschmerz:

male slave (me: @fickstueck-fs14 ): stripped, gagged, hooded & collared. Photographed and exposed for Your pleasure by @blacklabel-things

Thank You for Your kind attention @blacklabel-things

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P L E A S E !

You know what i am asking for ... P L E A S E !

@kristin-von-stahlschmerz

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Mein kleines, dreckiges fickstück. du warst immer so stolz auf deine Männlichkeit.

Es ist schon interessant zu sehen, was aus dir geworden ist.

Erbärmlich, wie du aus lauter Verzweiflung, weil ich dir die Fähigkeit genommen habe einen Orgasmus zu haben und zu ejakulieren, verzweifelt und gierig immer wieder deinen Arsch rausstreckst und darum flehst, gefickt zu werden.

Damit zeigst du, gibst zu, gestehst und beweist, dass ich dich entmannt habe. du verhältst dich, wie eine billige, notgeile Schlampe, die du immer so verachtet und ausgelacht hast!

Weißt du noch? Ich habe dir gesagt, dass du das eines Tages tun würdest.

Du hast gelacht. Mich ausgelacht.

Lachst du immer noch?

KvS

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U S E   M E !

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T h e P r e s e n t a t i o n

i was woken up in the middle of the night by thee bedroom door slammed open, lights switched on and the bedsheet torn away from me.

i was lying on the bed naked, facing the Baroness standing in front of the bed, still dressed in her business attire, now throwing the leather hood on the bed and commanding: „Put it on, then up and have a seat on your throne“ I was too startled to think twice or offer resistance, even to starting an argument.

While I was putting the leather over my head, I heard someone enter the room. I could not see who it was but from the sound of the steps – klick, klick, clack – I sensed she must be a woman.

“You like to take a photo of it?” I heard my Owner ask. 

I winced when I heard her offer to take a photo of me. I was embarrassed and felt ashamed. Thanks to the hood, they would not see me blushing in shame and humiliation.

“Oh this would be lovely. Thank you, Dear.” I heard her respond. “That really is a wonderful idea, otherwise no one would believe what I'm experiencing here today.”

i realized my Owner was serious. She would allow this strange woman to take a photo of me. NO!

i was ordered to present myself as She had taught me. Presentation Position. Upright, feet about shoulder-width apart, hands folded behind the head, arms pulled back so that the armpits are clearly exposed. This position contains a certain irony: the posture itself expresses a certain strength and self-confidence, but this is completely at odds with the feelings it triggers when you have to present yourself in this position.

When I was standing there in front of them, I heard the shutter sound of her mobile phone and each time I heard the shutter I felt a more helpless and degraded.

i was too nervous to count the sounds and felt somehow released when my owner led me to the chair.

When i had placed myself on the „chair“ she immediately started restraining my arms. I heard someone giggle and chatting from downstairs and my first panicky reaction was to jump off the chair. But my arms were already secured and there was no chance to escape anymore. She then pulled the strings of the leather hood tight, attatches the blindfold and gagged me. Because of the tightened hood i was semi deaf now as the effect was that i heard my own breathing rather loud. I had to hold the breath to hear better, but even then i heard my heart beat very loud.

After my legs were restrained widely spread I heard that they were coming up the stairs. They still were chatting and giggling. A female and a male voice. They sounded somehow upset, like people on a rollicking party but as soon as they entered the bedroom they were silent. I held my breath to listen, but nobody said anything.

Then I heard the female voice: „Well ...  hm.... ah .... now ... this is not a gynecological chair ... a gyn chair appears to be comfortable compared with this one.“

For a few seconds there was silence again then they were laughing.

I recognized that the three of them had a conversation but i could not understand what they were talking about as i was breathing heavily and not able to hold my breath.

i snatched some fragments of their conversation and realized they were discussing about the ring that locked my cock. It seemed they did not believe that the ring prevented me from ejaculating. I felt a hand touching and examining the ring. I tried to escape the touch but the way i was restrained i was only able to wind and writhe a maximum of a few inches. “Does he expect a handjob now?” i heard the male voice ask and immediately i froze in movement. But now my shaft startet to erect. i was not able to prevent it. 

Then i was nearly deaf because i was heavily breathing, panting like after a sprint.

They did not touch me anymore but still were talking. My shaft now hard and fully erect.

“Oh my ... this looks nice” i heard the female voice say. Then my breathing again.

i felt like an animal in the zoo.

It took me a while to calm myself down, to control my breath and then i heard my Owner say: “Lets have a drink now,” and after a few seconds “Coming? He isn’t going anywhere.”

Then i was alone.

i realized that my body was trembling, i felt the urge to pee and my breathing got out of control again. i was nearly panicking and i had to gain control over myself again.

Suddenly it came to my mind that i had heard the word „ milked“ when they were talking before. my breath got wild now. She was not going to this in front of spectators! NO! NEVER! Get me off this thing! Please! I can’t bear it! I’ll do anything! Anything! Please! Get me down off this thing!

My body started writhing and shaking as i desperately tried to find some way off this chair. My throne. The slave throne as she called it.

I was still writhing and winding when i heard them laugh. They had returned. Immediately i froze my movements and lay still on the chair. Getting hard again. I heard them giggle and chatting but could not understand the words.

Then someone spit on my anus and moments later, the tip of a vibrator was slightly pressed against my anus. My shaft was so hard now that the ring startet to cause an uncomfortable feeling. „Pain of Desire“ like my Owner calls it.

i stopped breathing. Then the vibrator was taken away, another spit on my anus and i felt a finger there. The finger gave pressure on my sphincter and when my sphincter gave way and the finger entered my anus i loudly moaned into the gag. 

„Oh well, he is very tight“ i heard the female voice say.

Then another hand grabbed my shaft and started stroking is. After a while the stroking stopped, someone spit on my shaft and then the stroking continued. i heard the male voice say: „This is amazing. Like you said. The foreskin does not move. It is all so pumped up because of the ring. Does he feel anything then?“

The stroking continued and the finger slightly moved up and down. They were silent now. Watching in anticipation?

After a while the inevitable happened. My shaft started spasming like it does whith an orgasm but there was no ejaculation. 

The finger was drawn out of me, the hand released my shaft and they were silent while they most likely were watching me presenting an NOrgasm to them.

My shaft spasmed like it does with an orgasm but You know, nothing else that happened. i was not able to ejaculate or have any release because the ring is so tight. The pleasure feeling of an Orgasm was totally missing, instead a feeling that is hard to explain, like phantom pain, like imagining the feeling that should be there.

But the shaft stays hard after a NOrgasm and they say this way i can be perfectly used as a human dildo, being ready to use for as long as the Lady deserves.

i was moaning while my shaft spasmed and when it stopped spasming it still was hard and erect. i heard them giggle and lauch and talk and was grateful to wear the hood as it made sure they could not see the tears running down from my eyes. i was sobbing now. „Well“ i heard the female voice say „there must be a kind of sensation for him. Look at his body and listen how he is moaning with pleasure.“

They stayed in the room for a long time, chatting and laughing from time to time. 

Some time i realized that i was alone again. They had left.

i tried to calm my self down and relax. 

A few minutes later my Owner came and unfastened my restraints.

„You stay naked until 8 o’clock“ she said. I heard her leave the room, then, moments later, i heard her close the front door.

I took of the hood. The alarm clock showed 5.47 am.

S N A P S H O T (by: unknown)

Someone gave this photo of me to my Owner. i do not know who took it then.

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S N A P S H O T (by: unknown)

Someone gave this photo of me to my Owner. i do not know who took it then.

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PLEASE!    H E L P   M E ! ! !

VOTE FOR ME TO BE MILKED!

The last time my seed has been extracted was at the very beginning of this year. It was on Jan 2nd.

i am asking my Owner, Kristin von Stahlschmerz, for a milking since weeks but She always denies my pleadings.

Now She hass allowed me to post a poll here, whether i should be milked or not.

If the majority votes for a milking, i shall be milked on Sunday, June 1 at 8 p.m.

If the majority votes agains a milking, i must "pay" for the failed poll: The  number of votes will then determine the number of days i have to wait until i am allowed to ask for a milking again and at the same time the number of strokes of my shaft i have to endure each day till then without having an orgasm and, still at the same time ,the number of lashes with a whip or crop or whatever suits Her i will receive by Her each day.

PLEASE HELP ME. Vote for me to be deseeded.

Please spread this survey so that as much as possible vote for me.

Thank You.

PLEASE!    H E L P   M E ! ! !

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S O L D

Stripped totally naked, my body shaved so that the audience can "see" the shape of my body fully clear. 

i hate standing here on display as the audience make their way in to the exhibition  room, but what can i do, as i have already been restrained, tied up hands above my head and legs spread widely apart, for all to see!

i play lot of sport, and go to the gym regularly. So i know from seeing other guys in the locker room that i have nothing to be ashamed of - i’ve got a good, lean, muscled body. And my cock is at least average. i never bothered to wrap a towel around myself as i strode to and from the showers.

But this is different. In the locker room i wasn’t the only guy naked.  Now i am. Indeed, the men and women that walk past me, taking a good look at my body, are all smartly dressed in expensive clothes.  In the locker room we were all equal. Here, displayed and offered on the stage i am not equal but helpless and at their mercy. i’m cuffed, and shackled to a cross, so i cannot even shield my genitals from their gaze.  And if i felt myself uncomfortable in the locker room, i made a grab for a towel to cover myself from the other guys' gaze.

And, what's worse, is that the attending men and women can run their hands over my body if they wish, and can even stroke me to erection. i’ve never been erect in front of anyone before (except my girlfriends).

My owner has told me there’s nothing wrong with a slave being erect on the stage, but somehow some part of my old life and my true self keeps telling me that nobody should see my erection because it is degrading to not be able to keep those intimate things hidden from others. It is embarrassing and proof of weakness to show this.

The worst is that i do not know who will and has watched me like this, inspect my body tonight. Maybe colleagues, friends, neighbors and former girlfriends will be around?

As i hang on the cross on the display podium, i realize how much i must be presenting an image of abject isolation. Can there be a more lonely place anywhere in the world than the display platform and the cross for a former free man who is being sold as a slave for the first time. 

My mind is a confused tangle of raw emotion, confusion, uncertainty and fear of the future. 

Once the audience has dedicated ist attention to the platform i am ordered to get erect so that the audience can evaluate me completely - and as i hesitate, my Owner puts her fingers in my ass until my shaft is hard - and show the audience how my 'skin stretches up and down, displaying my shafts head and the ring sewed into the foreskin to prevent it from sliding over my glans.  

i can hear someone require me to be masturbated and ejaculate for them as they want to see a sample of my seed. 

Now as my shaft is erect, the rings are visible to them and people start being curious about the ring and would like to feel the ring in the tip of my shaft. They probably would touch my shaft to feel the ring.

"We have modified this one to being a Human Dildo and so I am sorry" she laughs "no, not sorry at all - to say he cannot be masturbated anymore. Well …. That is … he can, but with the rings he is not able to ejaculate when the cock is hard."

i hang on the cross impassive as strange hands roam at will over my naked body now, poking at my muscles, hefting my balls, stroking my cock to erection and prying apart my ass cheeks. Tears of shame sting my eyes as i am bent double while fingers excite my anus and probe my rectum. i offer no resistance when ordered to open my mouth so that the soundness and health of my teeth and tongue are assessed by those who are inspecting my body. i know resistance is futile for a slave-handler is close by with his cruel cane ready to beat me into submission. 

i listen as two men discuss my future potential as a slave and i am appalled as i hear another man speak glowingly of me as a pony running naked through the streets of Lagos.

i wonder if this to be my future? What has become of me?

v e r s k l a v t

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Stripped totally naked, my body shaved so that the audience can "see" the shape of my body fully clear. 

i hate standing here on display as the audience make their way in to the exhibition  room, but what can i do, as i have already been restrained, tied up hands above my head and legs spread widely apart, for all to see!

i play lot of sport, and go to the gym regularly. So i know from seeing other guys in the locker room that i have nothing to be ashamed of - i’ve got a good, lean, muscled body. And my cock is at least average. i never bothered to wrap a towel around myself as i strode to and from the showers.

But this is different. In the locker room i wasn’t the only guy naked.  Now i am. Indeed, the men and women that walk past me, taking a good look at my body, are all smartly dressed in expensive clothes.  In the locker room we were all equal. Here, displayed and offered on the stage i am not equal but helpless and at their mercy. i’m cuffed, and shackled to a cross, so i cannot even shield my genitals from their gaze.  And if i felt myself uncomfortable in the locker room, i made a grab for a towel to cover myself from the other guys' gaze.

And, what's worse, is that the attending men and women can run their hands over my body if they wish, and can even stroke me to erection. i’ve never been erect in front of anyone before (except my girlfriends).

My owner has told me there’s nothing wrong with a slave being erect on the stage, but somehow some part of my old life and my true self keeps telling me that nobody should see my erection because it is degrading to not be able to keep those intimate things hidden from others. It is embarrassing and proof of weakness to show this.

The worst is that i do not know who will and has watched me like this, inspect my body tonight. Maybe colleagues, friends, neighbors and former girlfriends will be around?

As i hang on the cross on the display podium, i realize how much i must be presenting an image of abject isolation. Can there be a more lonely place anywhere in the world than the display platform and the cross for a former free man who is being sold as a slave for the first time. 

My mind is a confused tangle of raw emotion, confusion, uncertainty and fear of the future. 

Once the audience has dedicated ist attention to the platform i am ordered to get erect so that the audience can evaluate me completely - and as i hesitate, my Owner puts her fingers in my ass until my shaft is hard - and show the audience how my 'skin stretches up and down, displaying my shafts head and the ring sewed into the foreskin to prevent it from sliding over my glans.  

i can hear someone require me to be masturbated and ejaculate for them as they want to see a sample of my seed. 

Now as my shaft is erect, the rings are visible to them and people start being curious about the ring and would like to feel the ring in the tip of my shaft. They probably would touch my shaft to feel the ring.

"We have modified this one to being a Human Dildo and so I am sorry" she laughs "no, not sorry at all - to say he cannot be masturbated anymore. Well …. That is … he can, but with the rings he is not able to ejaculate when the cock is hard."

i hang on the cross impassive as strange hands roam at will over my naked body now, poking at my muscles, hefting my balls, stroking my cock to erection and prying apart my ass cheeks. Tears of shame sting my eyes as i am bent double while fingers excite my anus and probe my rectum. i offer no resistance when ordered to open my mouth so that the soundness and health of my teeth and tongue are assessed by those who are inspecting my body. i know resistance is futile for a slave-handler is close by with his cruel cane ready to beat me into submission. 

i listen as two men discuss my future potential as a slave and i am appalled as i hear another man speak glowingly of me as a pony running naked through the streets of Lagos.

i wonder if this to be my future? What has become of me?

p u t u p f o r a u c t i o n

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