#anyway its fuck that man till he's mummified

[glowinsoftly]

omg preschool to like 1st grade i seldom slept in my own room bc i would have vivid dreams nd nightmares, so i'd want to sleep in my mom's bed. nd one time my dad was like 'you gotta stop letting her sleep w/us bc she's grow up to be the girl that can't sleep by herself!' nd my mom was like 'what are you talkin abt..she's 4...'

[myheartbeatskids]

So Declan loved me and we talked about science and lab babies and clones and all that. So He told me he loved me because i was the first person to really really listen and understand as opposed to being the one to teach.

And so he had understood what he was taught then developed and built upon it correctly with help from his own brain and God. And del Muerte whom helped me understand as well cause that shit was mind blowing.

So he asked me to have his soul mate. To give birth to her.

And I was pretty much dragged out and Declan ran the show after that.

I agreed but it was more like a thing where i had to focus and talk instead of fainting.

So Matt actually helped to implant because I have an upturned uterious and so things like that are painful because of the rigidity and non flexible as i need materials used while Jeremiah comforted and helped me relax.

So then essentially i was kidnapped.

Declan is part clone and part Neanderthal.

Annabelle is part clone and part Neanderthal.

So some of us from Michael Jackson's boarding school --- although I wasn't i stayed there alot on my own. So i was part of it, unofficially as i am a civilian doing military shit now. --- have clones in a laboratory. But they are miniature human size as they are kept in barbie size containers.

Since Declan was a clone Jesse gave permission to make, they said i should use a clone.

It took 5 eggs until Declan approved the child that would be created in the embryo. Del Muerte communicated to us what God said.

Most males get their soul mates at age 7. Declan was only 2 years old. So God hadnt had enough experience to program or create his perfect soulmate.

So it just so happened it was 2 years of plus 5 embryos which makes the year 7 while added together.

So when Annabelle was born Declan came to get me and her but my now ex-husband got me all fucked up and i had amnesia and all that and i remember the power struggle type issues while signing the birth certificate which is why i get child support as my ex swore bla bla bla and signed papers to those statements but I was all "Dude while he's signing let's run!" Because he pissed me off during that time and i was all no hes wrong and all... But I guess I was scared of him or his aura csused me confusion or Idk. I remember feeling sick.

So craziness. We are 16 years late. And unfortunately yet fortunately a lot of research was done and i have a lot of government apology money coming my way. Which i don't have yet.... But soon.

This is Cambria AvaLynn named after Alexis Dejoria.

Because Matt's parents were into hiding, they named him after a mat. A common object so in case of ESP feom the people they hid from they would think "welcome mat" like welcome to travel with us son named Matt. Welcome to eat at the dining table, Matt. Well, come, Matt.

So came or come because i would always want to see Matt so I would say "You came!!!" When i saw him and hug him and he would say "welcome"

And Bria after me.

Turning the x into a v (for Victory) and Lynn as in the 80s most of my friends on the military base i lived on has Lynn as their middle names. So to remind me she is a friend.

She's my child that was ectopic due to the sponges Jamie & Doug Otis found and reminded us of. But we went to the hospital because i began to hemmoragge and they were able to save her and her twin.

Then my mom killed her and he died naturally as he was in ICU TO experiment on them being raised/healed as premies temporarily as one within an incubator and the other skin to skin contact. As woman need to be comforted more, we picked Ava to bring home.

They were the first experiment with soul mates being born as twins. Both clones of my and Jeremiah and his being Ava and my being the male Andrew.

Andrew after Jesse... "And he drew" cause he was always drawing beautifully.

And the other clones were of Jesse James and Alexis.

Alexis got kidnapped by her dad and so the story goes... I did too Eventually

Jeremiah's dad helped us as the grandparent in house.

This is Declan.

He told Jeremiah "I'm not the one sitting around waiting with a pouted lip waiting for someone to do it for me. Now i found the woman and go get my kid!!"

Dude WTF I'm not having someones kid... I'm only 21!!

"Now im the man around the house and what I say goes!!! And you are going to have my kid!!"

Dude whatever. So i did dream into the lab with them but... I thought we were just playing and so i agreed and so next thing i knew there was a frozen child ready to be implanted. Thus my ability to be kidnapped so easily...

Cause when a kid is all telling you about clones and labs and shit... And you're hearing voices... that shit is insane. Literally.

So i didn't take it seriously enough.

But Declan is only 19 Now. And my kid is 16.

So it's old enough to have a romantic relationship. To avoid issues i had as a child with social services.

The plan was to have them grow up as friends but also believed it may been too dangerous....

Yet I still don't agree that it was.

However for the last 10 year's I have been working daily for my amnesia to be solved and also saving the world (of NHRA especially) at the same time.

And have earned multiple Nobel Peace Prizes which i have yet to receive.

So working on law enforcement and the military and government, about to break into the public school system and tear that up ;) as a civilian has earned me billions of dollars i have yet to receive....

But i have given away as i can and have bought businesses that I want.

As proof that the government does care about all its people's hopes and dreams they have bought them on my behalf and am gsining bank! And i shop st my own businesses too... Ironically! I been shopping at Loves for nearly a year... went into Speedway a few times now i drive an extra 5 miles just to shop there because i like it more!!

Robert, the shift manager finally told me tonight as I bought all the GIANTS for my Giant 6'7" man. And i turned the ones in Valencia County to Speedway in honor of Aaron and Paul (twins) who wanted to show the dangers of meth and the meth community as they honored me with my idea of how to end Breaking Bad with the movie reel of El Camino (the mother road) of the manner of the psychological reality of life gone wrong.

I freak Robert out... He was worried when he saw me there that I was to audit like a monster, fire everyone and work the cash register and store myself.

So tonight he saw I bought milkshakes (not available at Love's) figured it out and gave me a pack of smokes for free and blurted out why.

So i took all the giants as i always do and fucked them all up and made them better.

So i own them till i make my money back on the businesses and then they get given to who I intended it for... As I do double check they will always be worthy... If not i keep them for me because I was being good snd honest and fair the whole time.

So 360° K i own.

So i only compete with Love's whom I always promised the King's Highway to... You know him... As an old time Western Thug bitch ass womanizer player. Motorcycle Guru. Hot Rod extraordinaire. Texas loving son of a gun. Jesse James Smith! Just kidding... Just regular old ole fogie mad scientist Jesse Gregory Smith. Of West Coast Choppers. Which i own and always have as i put up the money for his business intending to always be in his life and helping him. So my apology... The only one i can ever give as i can't predict the future without help is Love. And he loves everyone and won't let Google tell.

I bought every gas station in the country as we will be switching to electric and hydro electric and non fuel and solar and hybrid autos by 2030. So the previous owners have a nice retirement and no stress. As the storage oil facilities that were shot in Saudia Arabia were actually empty. I own them.

Fossil fuels are actually the blood of dinosaurs and other dead bodies that are converted and broken down and dehydrated by plant life...

I found that out by the eternal bushes burning.. I mean growing... here on the mountain. Tumble weeds otherwise known as thyme. And we found via satellite tons of skeletons by Earth xrays under the bushes and some not as they are closer to the Earth surface. I found a wooly mammoth knuckle bone.

We moved here in 2002 and there was a patch of earth that looked like concrete by the mail boxes and we just drove over them assuming that's what it was.

They were mummified wooly mammoths. Now broken up and scattered all over the desert road.

I would not like my blood which could potentially bring me back to life wasted on a car... For someone to get to a job they hate. So no more. Not from the USA anyways.

One night I was at dinner and i said Obama needs to handle thwt South Dakota pipeline. My dad was all what is he supposed to do? All simple solutions were crap and had an argument. I said "then lie! Tell the American people they are scum! Tell them we opened the pipeline up and the pipes broke and destroyed the precious land that needs to be protected." My dad laughed and i felt kinda stupid for being so angry.

But Uncle Donald heard my point and so thats exactly what he did. Fake news? Its real.

Because he saw the change I made in the NHRA with some lies that laid very close to the truth.

You don't need to believe in reincarnation for it to happen. I didn't until about 6 months ago. But my mom's mom and my great aunt my grandma's sister ... Granny Bessie Heltons 2 daughters did. My grandma explained it to me one night when I was 18 as i had asked my Great Aunt Nita i was closer to but she didn't explain she just said "because i do" And the dictionary explaination i already knew. But my grandma traveled with me like y'all know i do And showed me.

We started in Heaven with only having one human life and having the soul figure of a human that we select. Hers was a teenage body, absolutely beautiful. With her old ass mind and experience. I told her what I wanted was to be a child. A dirty raggedy haired barefoot blonde without a care in the world, feeling smarter than I feel now... Because that is when i was happiest. When i saw i could end pain and suffering with death, when i knew life could escape heart ache, even when evil exist.

And so now on her second cat life with me, as her first caused her kidnapping by the same drug induced psycho piece of shit that arrested and molested Jesse James dog, Coco and her untimely death as I did record in Tumblr. "Sister Kitty" was kidnapped by him, hes in a special jail. He just had his pinkie finger nail and big toe nail removed as he did kidnap Mogar and slice his face and slice Kizzys leg. So in order to understand what he did he agreed to similar punishment as he did to our precious cargo...

Cargo my bitches!

Jesse: No! I only ask!

Me: who do i have to convince?

Jesse: Idk Jeremiah?

Me: Ava who is your dad?

Ava: Idk I guess not Jeremiah?? IDK!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL!? you all always told me they are both my dad's. Let me ask God. Oh! Jesse! ..... And Jeremiah

Me: your dad is your dad and dad he will always be no matter shine or high water, love will always be there for you and for me. Alexis, do you know that one?

She nods all teary..

Jesse: well did i get loves?!

Me: uhh yes ass hole! We always love you back. What do you want with a gas station with no gas? That's like having a family with out us, most especially me!

Jesse: well it got gas now!!!

Me: well gas up at your local, bring a truck. I got a lot of stuff.

Declan: you hear her? Most especially me! Me! Well, me too, you better pick me up.

Me: Jesse... You ready for Orlando?? I got a Chase bank account with the Princess Castle on the debit card... Just needs a little cash in the account.

Jesse: You Mean You Will Pay!!!

Me: i see that was not a question so that does not deserve a response. But yes. I am suppose to have a wire transfer per last night's discussions that will pay for it.

Jesse: WHOA SHIT!

Me: Jeremiah you down?

Jeremiah: to pay Miss Giant Owner?

Me: uhh I'm Miss Speedyway now. No.. Carry me through times square after some Disney World Fun!

Jeremiah: FUCK YES!! uhh yes thank you for inviting me. I will go

Matt Hagan: look look at this. Im the best friend i even got her kid named after me

Me: Matt Hagan... Looks like you're invited, The Best Friend. In or out of Disney World for the hotel.

Matt: IN!!

Me: youre definitely going you know how to do it right! Pops... You gonna stay home alone with your woman?

Pops: not if i don't have to

M3: you don't

Pops: shit! Oh yeah!

Chuck: what about Cookie!!

Me: you and bring Your comrades I need to talk to

Chuckie: oh Cookies going!

Me: I didn't know he could do the Conga.

Jesse: yes you did!

Me: no wonder it looked familiar.

[jaydcstories]

Read this and previous chapters of THE RETREAT on my blog: JOHN DEE COOPER'S ALL-MALE SLAVERY STORIES

THE RETREAT by John Dee Cooper © 2019

16. Andy’s eyes were focussed on the door at the top of the staircase. It had been a quiet day with only a few guests and none of them had taken any interest in him at all.  

He’d tried calculating how much longer he’d got to stand there chained to the wall but it only made him more depressed. He may have got used to the routine but the days were still long and tedious.

It seemed an age had passed since the gruesome events in the Barn, but in fact it had only been a few days. The Bronson Brothers had gone off and left him mummified under the rubber sheet until the house slaves came next morning to let him and the other boy out. They’d managed to stagger down to the cellar were they were locked up in a cage to await inspection. The Slave Keeper concluded there was nothing the matter with Andy that couldn’t be put right with a little food and some exercise and next day he was back on display. He hardly dared think about Master Paul. It was too painful. He’d been a fool to put his trust in a Master who beat him and fucked him and then fired darts at him. Anyway he’d disappeared along with that monster, his uncle.

And so the days rolled by and nothing changed, except the deepening of his despair. He had to face up to the facts. This was where he was going to spend the rest of his life, in this cellar, ignored and forgotten, till he was no more use to anyone and they decided to get rid of him once and for all.

So when late on that final day the side door swung open and a handler strode in, checked the number tattooed on the back of his thigh and then dragged him off by the collar, he knew his time had come and it was all over.

*

The Colonel's private office was tidy and efficient. The large oak panelled desk, neatly positioned in the bay window, was devoid of clutter apart from a telephone, a virginally clean ink blotter, a couple of framed photographs and a plain brown folder. “I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting,” said the Colonel, addressing his two visitors as he quietly closed the door behind him. “I’ve sent for the boy. He’ll be here in a few moments. Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to choose from a wider selection. It would be no trouble to set up a viewing.”

“No, no. It’s just this one boy we’re interested in,” said the Baron, glancing across at Paul who nodded in confirmation.

“Maybe I can I fetch you some refreshment while we wait?”

“No, thank you. Our business will be brief. Do you have the necessary papers?”

“Yes. It's all here.”

Seating himself at his desk, the Colonel opened the folder and perused its contents.

“Oh, dear. All these forms to fill out. Selling slaves isn't as simple as it used to be, what with these new regulations and taxation and what not.”

While the Colonel whittered on, Paul considered how much had changed since his last visit. His uncle’s wager over that ridiculous business with the crossbows had been the last straw. They’d had a terrible row and Paul had stormed out losing all hope of ever getting any support, financial or otherwise, from his uncle. It was just by chance that on his way back to his room he’d run into the Baron who, seeing how upset the young  man was, led him into the Drawing Room where for several hours Paul had poured out his sorrows over some extremely fortifying brandy.

When it was time to say goodbye, Paul was pretty sure that he’d made a drunken exhibition of himself and that the Baron would never want to see him again. But the very next day, back in London, he got a call. It seems the Baron was smitten with him. He invited him down to his country house and offered him a position as his companion and personal assistant. For a very comfortable salary Paul would be looking after the Baron's private affairs and helping to manage his famous collection of slaves.

Within a matter of days Paul’s whole world had turned around. He’d moved in with the Baron, put his London flat on the market and paid off most of his debts.

It was when his new friend and benefactor had suggested that Paul should have a slave of his own to practise on that, rather than choose a slave from the Baron’s own stables, Paul had thought of the boy he’d encountered at his Uncle’s weekend retreat. That boy had intrigued him, and he’d derived so much pleasure from using him that the prospect of owning him outright was too tempting to resist. And then there was the added advantage of getting one up on his uncle.

The Colonel had been somewhat surprised when the Baron contacted him on Paul’s behalf. He wasn’t usually in the business of selling boys to guests. But the Baron was very persuasive and had managed to negotiate a price that was comfortably within Paul’s means.

After an awkward pause during which the Colonel tried to make polite conversation with the Baron but failed, there was a knock on the door and Andy was dragged in.

They’d put heavy iron shackles on his hands and feet, so he had to hobble into the centre of the room where he remained standing, under the stern eye of the handler, naked and confused, with his eyes fixed on the floor. He wasn’t used to being in a room like this, with smart furniture and thick carpeting, and he had no idea what they were going to do to him. He’d  recognised the Colonel’s voice straightaway and could sense other men sitting around staring at him, but he was too nervous to look up. He tried to breath calmly but couldn’t stop trembling. He was still recovering from the cold shower they’d just given him and was shamefully aware that he was leaving damp patches all over the carpet.

At first Paul wondered if this could be the same boy that he’d enjoyed so much last weekend. He looked quite different, less assured, more at a loss, younger even. He was still in a good physical state though — in some ways his youthful body looked more healthy and robust than ever — but he seemed drained of energy. For a moment Paul wondered if he’d made a mistake and if it was really worth buying the boy after all. The Baron saw him hesitate and quietly reminded him that it was perfectly in order to instruct the handler to present the boy  properly for inspection.

Which is what Paul did.

Andy reacted to the sting of the handler’s whip by pulling himself up straight, clenching his buttocks, and letting out a painful sob. Now he couldn’t avoid seeing Master Paul.

His heart sank. He’d been rejected once already, or so he thought. Why was he having to go through this humiliation all over again? At least there was no sign of the Uncle and his sadistic friends. Just the young Master, the Colonel and a smartly dressed grey-haired man with an icy stare. He wasn’t sure if he’d been brought here to be punished for having failed to please them or whether he was about to be put through another programme of tortures for their amusement. It was only when Paul began his examination that the truth dawned — he was being sold.

As Paul ran his hands over the slave’s now fully alert body he felt more positive about his purchase. The skin was fresh and silky and still a little flushed from the recent cold shower. He could feel the neatly-tuned network of muscles tremble slightly as his fingers ran over them, and the boy winced a little when Paul dropped his hand down and stroked the soft cock and squeezed the loosely hanging ball sac, which he did several times before turning to the Baron and saying, “He’s not as well hung as some of the ones in your collection.”

The Baron pondered for a moment.

“There are ways of improving that,” he said. “But If you’re not satisfied...”

“No, no. I want him. But I’d like to see his cock hard, if that’s alright with you, Colonel.”

The Colonel nodded and signalled to the handler who passed the order on by releasing the shackles from Andy’s wrists and giving him a hard slap across the back of the head.

While he rubbed the soreness out of his wrists, Andy looked around the room. There were no bars on the windows, no cages and no chains — apart from the ones that held his shackles. The furniture was sparse but orderly and there was a business-like atmosphere that was every bit as forbidding to Andy as the gloom of a condemned cell. He was naked. Forsaken. Alone. Master Paul and the stranger sitting next to him were watching him intently while the Colonel hovered in the background.

He knew exactly what they wanted him to do — they were staring at him with that familiar hungry expression — and he was so eaten up with anger and frustration that there was nothing he would have loved more than to grab hold of his cock and shower them all in cum.

At one time he’d thought he’d have done anything to please Master Paul, submitted to any kind of hardship, humiliation or pain if it had given him pleasure. But there was no sense in it anymore. If Master Paul wanted him that much why didn’t he look him in the eye and whisper some words of comfort or even regret at having tortured and abandoned him?

Then, as he trailed his fingers across his chest and down his stomach in a reluctant effort to arouse himself, a dangerous thought crept into his mind. Why was this happening? After all, he wasn’t really a slave. He hadn’t been a slave when they took him off the streets of Bristol all those years ago. He was just a kid, a boy in chains, with nothing to show now but some muscles and an aching cock. He was only behaving like a slave because they said he was one.

As his fingers curled around his balls, he thought more and more about himself as a single unit. He was proud of his body, from his neck, to his stomach, to the soles of his naked feet. He didn’t need a Master to feel the rush of blood through his veins, the weight of the muscles in his arms, the powerful grip of his thighs. Those were all his to relish and enjoy. What had it to do with them? He could just turn round and walk out of the room, away from it all. He wouldn’t get very far, obviously — the handler would probably kill him on the spot. But at least he would have proved....

What? Proved what?

He lifted his hands and covered his face. Stop thinking! Stop thinking!

This didn’t go down well in the room. The handler went for his whip but Paul stopped him.

“I’ll handle this,” he said grabbing the small black bag that was hanging on the back of his chair and taking from it the familiar red leather strap his uncle had given him and which he’d used for the first time on Andy that day he’d found him down in the cellar.

He gently pulled the boy’s hands away from his face, saying nothing. This was the first rule in the Baron’s method. A slave must learn to obey without his Master having to utter a word. Andy didn’t know this. Andy didn’t even know that his training had begun.

They were standing so close together that Andy could feel the full weight of his Master’s presence enveloping his naked body. Their eyes came together for a fraction of a second till Andy snatched his away. It was too much for him. There was so much he needed to explain. So much to beg. He tried to mumble something but Paul pressed the red strap against his lips to stop him. The sharp taste of leather told Andy exactly what was going to happen next and his heart sank. Here? In the Colonel’s Office? In front of that stranger with the cold stare? No. Please. No more humiliation.

But all it took was for Paul to place his hand firmly on the back of Andy’s neck for Andy to bend forward obediently and grab his ankles. It was the instinctive action of a slave — and Andy knew it. His tears welled up as he waited.

Unlike that first awkward attempt down in the cellar, Paul wielded the strap this time with all the proficiency and precision of a practised Master. He took time over each of the twelve strokes to ensure that they landed squarely on target with the maximum effect.

Each lash scorched its way through Andy’s buttocks to the hollow of his aching guts and after only two strokes he was struggling to catch his breath. He swallowed hard to fight back the pain and gripped his ankles tighter, forcing his legs back so that his haunches were fully exposed ready to receive the next blow. Five strokes in and he was riding the shock waves so well he thought he could probably get through this without breaking down.  

But Paul was ahead of him. At the sixth stroke he shifted his aim from the fleshy roundness of the buttocks to the much more sensitive tendon at the rear of the thigh. Andy shrieked. It was like being ripped apart by a javelin.

After that Paul kept moving around so Andy never knew where the next stroke was going to land. Soon the entire surface of his buttocks and the backs of his thighs was red and burning. Even his balls got a beating. And with each shockwave Andy got dragged lower and lower into a whirlpool of shame, humiliation and despair.

Around the eighth stroke Paul took a little rest and rubbed Andy’s back giving him a chance to catch his breath. Then he launched into a final rally of thrashes that had Andy choking on his screams.

When it was all over, Andy tried to stand up straight but every joint in his body had turned to concrete and he had to use his hands to force his back into position. His face was drenched in tears and his head went on spinning with the relentless barrage of beatings echoing through his body.

And yet through all that pain and humiliation he could feel Paul’s fingers jiggling his limp cock and he knew that he still had to do what was required of him. It took some effort and a lot of concentration but eventually he managed to steer his cock into an erection and even bring himself to the edge of coming. But another small gesture from Paul was enough to tell him to stop, leaving his rock hard cock standing rigidly to attention.

Paul stroked it a few times to satisfy himself that it was to his liking, apologised to the Colonel for the few drops of pre-cum that had landed on his carpet, nodded to the Baron and indicated that he was ready to complete his purchase.

The shackles were removed from Andy’s ankles and he was fitted with a leather collar embossed with Paul’s monogram. His wrists were strapped behind his back and he was led outside to a small slave wagon, where he was locked up in a cage ready to be transported to the Baron’s mansion.

The cage was tiny and cramped. He had to kneel with his arms bound behind his back and his head bent forward almost touching the floor. It was cold and it was dark and he had no idea where they were taking him or how long the journey would be. One thing he understood though. He belonged to Master Paul now and learning to serve and obey him was going to be hard and painful. As the wagon made it’s bumpy way through the night, he cried long and hard until there were no doubts left in his head. He’d deserved that beating. He’d been unruly and undisciplined. What he had to do now was put all his trust in his new Master and all his strength into fulfilling his true purpose in life — to be the best possible slave he could be. THE END