Slave Market II (first part by mahashiva001)

The Slave Market Part II

Several months have passed since I´ve seen her standing in the slave market waiting to be sold. I can still remember the terror in her eyes when she realized that the man she fears the most had bought her and now she had to spend the rest of her life in his clutches awaiting unspeakable agony and utter humiliation.

I have turned her down on this day…I tried to buy her…but this guy had offered such a huge amount of cash that it would have been my financial ruin. Despite this fact, I still feel guilty that I hadn´t been able to save her from this terrible fate. I´ve bought myself another slavegirl that day…a tall and slender blond beauty…everything a man can dream of…but…she lacks the unique atmosphere that has caught my interest at first sight- Stephanie Dartville, a former member of the New Underground Railroad, who has helped several girls to escape slavery, now had become a slave herself.

I can still hear her screams when she had been whipped, branded and then her nipples pierced- and the last time I´ve seen her she had been tied spreadeagle on the back of a van, horror in her eyes and a terrible future ahead of her- I remember the words she has spoken to me „Bye Bye Sir. God bless you“ when the car moved on and brought her out of my sight.

Since that moment, not a single day has passed without thinking of her. It has taken a while but now I know that I´ve to find out what has happened to her.

And so I began my search… finding her owner had been easy. Mr. Johnson owns a huge farm in Georgia...and he´s quite famous...or better notorious. To my luck I have a relative who lives not too far away from him...so I decided to visit my uncle Robert and to start my investigation from there.

My uncle had been rather surprised to see me arriving a few days later. Nevertheless, he greeted me warmly and after I had told him my story had agreed to help me in my task to find Stephanie...and much to my surprise he already seemed to know her.

„Listen, buddy," he said to me, „Although I can understand your motivation why you have come here, I must strongly advise you not to go further...it´s just…terrible…and I can tell you this for sure…you will never get her out of his hands…and your mind won´t find rest…get this girl out of your head and leave…it´s better for you...and possibly for her as well!“

He continues „Everybody knows Johnson…he owns the biggest ranch by far…and Stephanie- the former college girl- is known by everybody as well *pauses* the things he does to her are horrible...even for his standards. It seems that it has become the main purpose of his life to make this girl suffer endlessly...and yes..he does..he does", shaking his head after these words, his face showing disgust and also a little fear…he continued „Please..promise me that you won't do anything stupid, yes? A slavegirl is just not worth risking his own life…do you understand that??“

I nodded slowly, my mouth was dry and fear crept into me…what on earth must this girl endure when even my uncle, who lives many miles away from him, knows about Stephanie?

„Uncle“, I responded seriously, „I won´t do anything stupid. I know that she´s just a slavegirl and a troublemaker...but…she has something…I somehow feel responsible for her…and despite that, I know it will trouble my mind forever when I won´t find out what has happened to her…please...help me…“

Uncle Rob gave me a quite worried yet somehow understanding look…then he said to me...“I´ll tell you what I know...but I´m warning you…you won´t like what you hear and it won´t give peace to your soul“, and after I had insisted,  he told his story….

Part II Uncle Rob´s story

„I do remember the day when I saw her very well...there was a lot of noise coming from the street and people stared out of their windows to find out what is causing this trouble. And in the distance, I could see a man on a horse…and behind his horse, there was a small figure…a woman, apparently in chains…but not ordinary chains...when she came closer, it could be seen that the cuffs had barbs embedded inside and so the skin around her ankles and wrists had been raw…just looking at these marks was painful.

She had her nipples pierced and connected with a short-chain…and the man on the horse, Mr. Johnson, held a leash in his hand which was connected with this chain…and each sharp pull made her stumbling forward. I´m sure she would have screamed...but an iron head harness with a mean-looking gag embedded silenced her effectively…but the look in her eyes told me enough.

I wondered about her feet…I´ve been surprised that she has been allowed to wear shoes...even heels at first sight...but I felt a chill on my back when I realized that her slender feet have been bolted into some high heels made of steel. A padlocked metal band around her ankles held them in place and another chain connected one ankle to the other…each step must have been sheer agony when she staggered along. I learned that Mr. Johnson has visited all major towns near his property to parade her in front of other slaves and citizens...as a statement that happens to anti-slavery supporters.

Her back was covered with bloody stripes from many savage whippings… her shoulder showed the cruel tattoo that marks her as a former member of the anti-slavery underground.

When they had arrived at the main square finally, the wardens put her astride on a wooden rail, the slightly spread ankles cuffed to stakes to prevent her from closing them, her arms bent behind her back in a reverse prayer position. The rail was high enough that she had to stand on the balls of her feet, otherwise her entire body weight rested on the wooden edge of the wedge-shaped rail, grinding into her martyrized feminine parts. Her supple legs, however, had been turned to worn bundles of a dull ache and throbbing pain by the unrelenting assaults on her muscles, ligaments, and joints. Her groin was a smattering of angry burns and encrusted blood from multiple wounds; some bled again, reopened by the cruel edge, but the blood on the rail also trickled from her ravaged innards. They left her like this while Johnson and his men enjoyed dinner with the major and he had received a special commendation for „extraordinary efforts“ to the society on that occasion.

The poor girl must have suffered terribly, she had her eyes closed and moaned into her gag from time to time. When the banquet was over, she had been released of her restraints…then she had been forced to recite some of her „anti-slavery-poems“ much to the enjoyment oft he watching crowd who had enjoyed the public humiliation immensely. She had to perform while kneeling on her shinbone on a sharp wedge, her soft, melodic voice trembled a bit but she somehow managed to finish her chore with only a few pauses and slight signs of pain and humiliation she had to go through. Bursts of laughter followed each chapter and the conclusion has been her essay „About the benefits of slavery for the American society“ - she had been forced to write this the first weeks of her new life. I could hardly imagine how it must had felt for a highly educated, intelligent girl to humiliate herself like that. Her face showed the whole spectrum of pain, humiliation, frustration and utter dispair through this ordeal...and she received some applause when she concluded that she deserved everything her owner, Mr. Johnson, puts her through and that slaves, in general, should be treated much worse.

 Afterward, the gag went back in…but it must have been a special design because they could attach a funnel to it…and then Stephanie´s feeding began. I could only guess what gruesome stuff she had to swallow…the most optimistic guess is that it had been the rests and garbage from the feast- yet, the sounds of coughing and utter disgust when they stuffed the slimy mash down her throat had been horrific to listen to. When her „meal“ had been over, the funnel was replaced with a ring that kept her mouth widely open. Then her wardens (she seemed to have at least three) wound some wire around her thumbs and pulled her up with them to some frame, her toes hardly touching the ground.

 She screamed a lot during this ordeal but her muffled sounds got even louder when her washing began. They used ice-cold water and hard brushes to scrub every part of her bruised skin clean..and not surprisingly, her genitals got some extra treatment…just like her mouth which has been thoroughly washed out with soap. She was breathing heavily after this treatment when Mr. Johnson, obviously pleased, visited her and asked the crowd cheerfully: „Shall we put her to sleep?“ This caused a roar of laughter from the watching crowd and soon the wardens began to fill a shallow pit with sharp-edged shingles. The tips and edges were not sharp enough to puncture or cut her skin, yet enough to make lying on them as uncomfortable as possible without drawing blood. When they laid her down spreadeagle faced up, she moaned pitifully and tried to push some away, but the chains at her wrists and ankles, which were applied shortly after, only allowed her to move sideways so she was unable to sweep a place to rest her wounded body. Nobody had cared to remove the gag this time and this was how she had to spend the night.

When I saw her next morning, it had been obvious that she must have had some „visitors“ overnight judging from the slimy liquid oozing out of her pussy and anus. Her feeding took place just like the evening before...this time it seemed that she had been fed some stale dog food. Somebody had told me later that her food contained strengthening herbs and medicine to increase her stamina and health to allow prolonged torture. It seemed to me that they knew their business- the girl looked relatively healthy and probably due to her washing and feeding most traces of her former ordeals had vanished overnight.  Then her wardens, all sadistic brutes by the look of them, prepared her for the coming day.

At first, they released her from her cruel bed in which she had spent the night…a coarse rope secured her slender wrists on her back and was cruelly tied to her collar, pulling her hands upwards between her shoulder blades just to the point before dislocation. Then one of her guards approached bringing her „heels“ -clearly afraid she tried to put up a fight but she was no match for these brutes…and so her delicate feet went into the cruel devices and by turning a screw the men tightened the metal band around her slender ankle to the maximum- a pitiful groan escaped her gagged mouth during this procedure.

Next came a chastity belt also made of steel. It had two large plugs embedded and a smaller one…this smallest one (I learned that later) got into her urethra. A small green lamp began to glow once it has been locked on her, indicating that the device was electrified. Finally, a small ball with barbs was attached by a short chain dangling between her legs- this forced her to spread her legs and to walk awkwardly broad legged to avoid chaffing of her inner thighs.

She stood on a platform for some minutes, her slender, naked body trembling in the morning cold...then Mr. Johnson arrived on his horse. He was greeted like a rockstar and lots of encouraging voices came from all sides. He raised his hand, greeting the crowd, showing a small remote…he must have pushed some buttons because suddenly the poor girl howled like an animal and balled up, only the hands of her wardens had kept her upright- this has caused another wave of laughter and applause and Mr. Johnson, obviously pleased with this reaction, gave Stephanie got some more excruciating shocks. He raised his voice „Ladies and Gentlemen! I want to thank you for the warm welcome and your support! I would love to stay but Miss Stephanie has more towns to visit before she can return home again- but I can promise that I´ll visit this splendid town again in due time so that you can witness my further progress with this slave- I have so many things in mind with her! *Another roar of applause* So..farewell…and maybe you want to give Miss Dartsville something to remember…“- and after his speech, he and his men began to whip her mercilessly out oft own while the crowd threw waste and spit at her. She managed to reach the town borders running broadly legged, unable to breathe properly with the cruel gag, with her last strength. I saw her collapsing there and no whipping or electroshock could motivate the spent girl to move further on.  Johnson ordered his men to put the covered with filth and fresh whip-marks, sweating, panting girl spreadeagle on an X-frame on an open van for transporting her to the next town…I watched them disappear in the far distance."

Uncle Rob had finished his story…I felt bad..really bad…although I had expected something like that I´d been shocked to hear the atrocities this girl had to endure. Her pleading eyes came back to my mind…I asked my uncle quietly „Ist there really nothing we can do? I know that you share my feelings that this is going way too far."

He replied „Richard…I can understand you...I had felt pity fort he girl as well…even if she had made mistakes in the past…but no one deserves to be treated like that. But..there is not much we can do. You know that supporting or helping a slave to escape is a capital crime! Johnson will never sell her…the best thing would be if you try to get her out of your mind!“

I shook my head „No..I would be happy if it was as easy as that. I can´t explain it…I still feel guilty that I´ve turned her down that day…I´ll not give up so easily…maybe if we could find out a bit more, there was a chance…“

He sat in his chair, smoking and looking very intensely at me...then he came to a decision. “Even if it is a bad idea, I´ll help you…I know a man who has bought a slavegirl from Mr. Johnson just recently… maybe she can give us some more information about Stephanie!"