by usemeinva

Chapter 17

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version 2

The next morning which was to be our last together at the Center. We were awakened early and taken to breakfast. We were actually given a good breakfast for our last meal, eggs, bacon, and toast. They warned us that this may be our last meal for a few days depending on transportation time to our new Masters. We were permitted at breakfast to talk quietly among ourselves. I asked what everyone’s future held if anyone else knew who their Masters were. Turned out everyone else had much more information about their futures than I did.

The slave to my right, one of the ones who were now completely hairless was first to speak up. He said he for the remainder of his life be raped repeatedly as punishment for a crime he was convicted of. He said he would be locked in permanent restraints in the town center of his town he will be outside and fortunately, it didn’t get super cold there but he had been informed that they would not allow him to freeze to death. He wouldn’t get off that easy but anyone could come fuck his holes at any time day or night.

One of the other slaves that still had his hair offered to go next. He said his Masters were a group of men that together formed a private club. They had a home they owned together. It would be his responsibility to maintain the home but also be available to service the men and their guests sexually whenever required. He had met the Masters and he said most of them were old and not attractive but if they found him servicing them in any way less than he did the more attractive members he would be punished.

The next slave, the other that was completely hairless, announced that he would be part of a new television show. A show where the viewers got to vote on weekly torture for him to have to undergo. He was sure today’s branding would not be the last he will have to undergo, He’d been told that nothing except his death was off-limits. He wasn’t going to be allowed to get off that easy. Between shows, he will have to “entertain” the show's sponsors and others to benefit the show. He may even have to undergo private torture sessions with winners of contests among the show’s viewers.

The fourth slave said his future seems to be brighter than the others. His new Master is fresh out of college and getting started in his new career. His father is the CEO of a major corporation and the slave is meant to keep him from knocking up some girl and being forced to marry her before he was ready to settle down. He would be the personal valet and sex slave but his Master is straight so he hoped he wouldn’t be used much.

I told them what details I knew of my future and that I don’t know who my Master is. I told them about being sold at an event where many of my former friends, and teammates were present but the room was dark and I didn’t know if there were others present or not.

The last slave said that he was sold to a promoter of the Fight-to-the-Death events. He had been told that at least initially He would be involved in preliminary matches that were mostly scripted. He would lose these matches to help promote fighters. The drawback to these matches for him is that as part of the scripted fights he as the loser would be fucked the winner and whipped by his scripted Master as part of the show.

About the time we finished sharing it was time for us to be prepped for our Marking Ceremony. We were taken to the prep room where we were cleaned inside and out. Once we were dry we were given a thorough inspection inside and out which included a medical check-up. Once we were all given a clean bill of health and had passed inspection, From there we were led to the area of the Center where we were displayed just a few days ago for the pre-auction viewings. There was a stage there about 3 feet high. The sides were wrapped in golden fabric draping. We were ordered to mount the stage and then to take positions kneeling in a semi-circle mid-stage. Behind us were various tools and equipment that would be used in the ceremony. Prominent was the portable burner that was already fired up and had various branding irons heating and another bucket that had what appeared to be steam rising from it.

We continued to kneel for about 30 minutes while the pre-auction crowd waiting to enter the Auction Room for the bidding to open got a bit larger. First, a Salesman got up and said that the procedures being performed on us were among the services offered by the Center to customize their purchases. Another man got up who would be the one in charge of the ceremony and made some introductory remarks about the ceremony and how certain marks were required by law and some were just customizations selected by the individual Masters. He went on to explain the guillotine standing to the left side of the stage. Once the explanation was done he turned and pointed to the slave that was going to be raped. He was instructed to insert his cock and balls into the device. He did so without a moment of hesitation. He was then informed that he would be the first to be marked. Another man came up to him and tattooed his barcode and slave id number just above his ass crack. Once that was done the code was scanned to register it in the system. Then the slave was informed that before the branding there were two customizations that needed to be done. First the word “CUNT” was tattooed on his upper lip and then “PUSSY” just below the barcode. So far he had barely even made a grimace on his face during the tattooing. The upper lip was the most difficult for him I could tell. Finally, another man brought the branding iron that was the slave s. It was only about one inch wide by maybe two inches high. I was afraid it was going to be much larger. The man stepped up to him and quickly pressed the brand into the slave's left pectoral just above the nipple. The slave looked like he really wanted to cry out from the pain but managed to not make a sound. I only hoped I could be as brave when it became my turn.

I really couldn’t focus much on the rest of the slaves much none of them made a sound which put even more pressure on me when I was the last one called to come forward. It was ordered to stand center stage. First, the id and barcode were tattooed. That hurt but it wasn’t too bad. The branding iron was next. I braced myself internally for this I knew it was going to hurt a lot. I was definitely not wrong. I wanted to scream so bad but I could not be the one to let down my fellow slave. I just couldn’t. The next the steel collar and cuffs were brought out. There were no hinges on the cuffs, but they were thin and flexible enough that they could be pried open enough to go around first my ankles and wrists, then my neck. Then the opening joint was welded closed on all five items. The hot steel burned my neck, ankles, and wrist but the man discretely applied some of the miracle healing lotions to the burns. He whispered that my Master specifically asked that I not be scarred by this process. Next, the cock cage was placed on me. It was similarly welded closed. I knew from that moment on I would never get another erection. The pins inside the cage would see to that. I was relieved to be done and not cause my fellow slave to lose his cock and balls. At that point, I was told there was one more brand that my owner wanted me to have. His special personal brand.

They went on to tell me that my Master was here and had requested that he personally give me this brand. But my Master did not wish to reveal his identity just yet so my eyes were wrapped with tape to prevent me from seeing. I was ordered to bend over to present my ass for branding. I could hear my Master walk up behind me then I heard a whisper. The man in charge of the Marking Ceremony then reminded me that I was to always obey my Master without question and that any failure would result in severe punishment including possible death. I was informed that my Master wished for me to scream in pain with this final brand. Even though it was invisible behind the tape my face turned completely white. I knew I must obey my Master but how would I live with myself for causing life-long pain to another slave. I heard the man in charge of the ceremony explain to the crowd that the brand that I was about to receive was going to be done by cold instead of heat. He went further to say that this was an option available for their purchases today. He explained that it was not quite as painful for the livestock but did not last quite as long as the hot brand either. With that, my Master applied the brand and held it in place longer than the man did for the other brand. I did as instructed and screamed from the pain it did hurt so I was not faking it. Then I heard the guillotine drop. I fell to my knees and tears ran from my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I was ordered to stand and the tape was removed. I looked around and the slave was standing there still intact and he was no longer in the guillotine. It was explained to me that the slave was removed from the device as soon as my eyes were taped. It did not seem fair to him or me to cause him harm when I was ordered to do so. I still felt like I had betrayed him and gave him a look to say that I was sorry. He simply smiled back to me to let me know all was forgiven. Then I remembered my Master and I looked around but he was already gone.

At this point, we were all lined up and taken to the loading dock. A set of cages awaited us there. We were each instructed to get in one. Then the cages were placed on a flatbed truck. I could tell the auction had begun because more slaves started to arrive and were put in cages as well. Once the truck bed was full more slaves were stacked on top of us and then another layer on top. The cages were open on the top and bottom so I could see the slaves directly above me. I knew better than to talk. Once the truck was loaded we were informed that the crating facility here at the Center was not yet finished so we were being taken to the old facility by truck where we would be boxed in crates for final shipping. Once the truck was completely loaded I could see three more layers of slaves above me. The truck pulled out. Our cages were open to the air so it was very chilly once we got moving. I figured it must be at least late September now. Time somehow didn’t matter at the Center. Once we got going it was pretty miserable. The slave above me said that he needed to piss bad and that he didn’t want to piss on me because the wet piss would just make me colder. I figured the warm liquid might just warm me up a bit if it were inside me so I opened my mouth and got as close to his cock as I could so as little would spill as possible. The warm liquid did help a bit. Fortunately, the ride wasn’t long. Once we arrived at the crating center, they left us on the truck until it was our turn to be crated. When my turn came it was led into the facility and pointed towards my crate. It was a wooden box that disturbingly looked a bit like a wooden coffin. A catheter was inserted into my cock then I was ordered to get in. I found out that I had to lay face down. My neck and wrists were restrained then my waist and ankles. The catheter tube was led to my mouth where I was told this is the only liquid I would get for my trip which should last two days.

version 1

The next morning which was to be our last together at the Center. We were awakened early and taken to breakfast. We were actually given a good breakfast for our last meal, eggs, bacon, and toast. They warned us that this may be our last meal for a few days depending on transportation time to our new Masters. We were permitted at breakfast to talk quietly among ourselves. I asked what everyone’s future held if anyone else knew who their Masters were. Turned out everyone else had much more information about their futures than I did.

The slave to my right, one of the ones who were now completely hairless was first to speak up. He said he for the remainder of his life be raped repeatedly as punishment for a crime he was convicted of. He said he would be locked in permanent restraints in the town center of his town he will be outside and fortunately, it didn’t get super cold there but he had been informed that they would not allow him to freeze to death. He wouldn’t get off that easy but anyone could come fuck his holes at any time day or night.

One of the other slaves that still had his hair offered to go next. He said his Masters were a group of men that together formed a private club. They had a home they owned together. It would be his responsibility to maintain the home but also be available to service the men and their guests sexually whenever required. He had met the Masters and he said most of them were old and not attractive but if they found him servicing them in any way less than he did the more attractive members he would be punished.

The next slave, the other that was completely hairless, announced that he would be part of a new television show. A show where the viewers got to vote on weekly torture for him to have to undergo. He was sure today’s branding would not be the last he will have to undergo, He’d been told that nothing except his death was off-limits. He wasn’t going to be allowed to get off that easy. Between shows, he will have to “entertain” the show's sponsors and others to benefit the show. He may even have to undergo private torture sessions with winners of contests among the show’s viewers.

The fourth slave said his future seems to be brighter than the others. His new Master is fresh out of college and getting started in his new career. His father is the CEO of a major corporation and the slave is meant to keep him from knocking up some girl and being forced to marry her before he was ready to settle down. He would be the personal valet and sex slave but his Master is straight so he hoped he wouldn’t be used much.

I told them what details I knew of my future and that I don’t know who my Master is. I told them about being sold at an event where many of my former friends, and teammates were present but the room was dark and I didn’t know if there were others present or not.

The last slave said that he was sold to a promoter of the Fight-to-the-Death events. He had been told that at least initially He would be involved in preliminary matches that were mostly scripted. He would lose these matches to help promote fighters. The drawback to these matches for him is that as part of the scripted fights he as the loser would be fucked the winner and whipped by his scripted Master as part of the show.

About the time we finished sharing it was time for us to be prepped for our Marking Ceremony. We were taken to the prep room where we were cleaned inside and out. Once we were dry we were given a thorough inspection inside and out which included a medical check-up. Once we were all given a clean bill of health and had passed inspection, From there we were led to the area of the Center where we were displayed just a few days ago for the pre-auction viewings. There was a stage there about 3 feet high. The sides were wrapped in golden fabric draping. We were ordered to mount the stage and then to take positions kneeling in a semi-circle mid-stage. Behind us were various tools and equipment that would be used in the ceremony. Prominent was the portable burner that was already fired up and had various branding irons heating and another bucket that had what appeared to be steam rising from it.

We continued to kneel for about 30 minutes while the pre-auction crowd waiting to enter the Auction Room for the bidding to open got a bit larger. First, a Salesman got up and said that the procedures being performed on us were among the services offered by the Center to customize their purchases. Another man got up who would be the one in charge of the ceremony and made some introductory remarks about the ceremony and how certain marks were required by law and some were just customizations selected by the individual Masters. He went on to explain the guillotine standing to the left side of the stage. Once the explanation was done he turned and pointed to the slave that was going to be raped. He was instructed to insert his cock and balls into the device. He did so without a moment of hesitation. He was then informed that he would be the first to be marked. Another man came up to him and tattooed his barcode and slave id number just above his ass crack. Once that was done the code was scanned to register it in the system. Then the slave was informed that before the branding there were two customizations that needed to be done. First the word “CUNT” was tattooed on his upper lip and then “PUSSY” just below the barcode. So far he had barely even made a grimace on his face during the tattooing. The upper lip was the most difficult for him I could tell. Finally, another man brought the branding iron that was the slave s. It was only about one inch wide by maybe two inches high. I was afraid it was going to be much larger. The man stepped up to him and quickly pressed the brand into the slave's left pectoral just above the nipple. The slave looked like he really wanted to cry out from the pain but managed to not make a sound. I only hoped I could be as brave when it became my turn.

I really couldn’t focus much on the rest of the slaves much none of them made a sound which put even more pressure on me when I was the last one called to come forward. It was ordered to stand center stage. First, the id and barcode were tattooed. That hurt but it wasn’t too bad. The branding iron was next. I braced myself internally for this I knew it was going to hurt a lot. I was definitely not wrong. I wanted to scream so bad but I could not be the one to let down my fellow slave. I just couldn’t. The next the steel collar and cuffs were brought out. There were no hinges on the cuffs, but they were thin and flexible enough that they could be pried open enough to go around first my ankles and wrists, then my neck. Then the opening joint was welded closed on all five items. The hot steel burned my neck, ankles, and wrist but the man discretely applied some of the miracle healing lotions to the burns. He whispered that my Master specifically asked that I not be scarred by this process. Next, the cock cage was placed on me. It was similarly welded closed. I knew from that moment on I would never get another erection. The pins inside the cage would see to that. I was relieved to be done and not cause my fellow slave to lose his cock and balls. At that point, I was told there was one more brand that my owner wanted me to have. His special personal brand.

They went on to tell me that my Master was here and had requested that he personally give me this brand. But my Master did not wish to reveal his identity just yet so my eyes were wrapped with tape to prevent me from seeing. I was ordered to bend over to present my ass for branding. I could hear my Master walk up behind me then I heard a whisper. The man in charge of the Marking Ceremony then reminded me that I was to always obey my Master without question and that any failure would result in severe punishment including possible death.

I was informed that my Master wished for me to scream in pain with this final brand. Even though it was invisible behind the tape my face turned completely white. I knew I must obey my Master but how would I live with myself for causing life-long pain to another slave. I heard the man in charge of the ceremony explain to the crowd that the brand that I was about to receive was going to be done by cold instead of heat. He went further to say that this was an option available for their purchases today. He explained that it was not quite as painful for the livestock but did not last quite as long as the hot brand either. With that, my Master applied the brand and held it in place longer than the man did for the other brand. I did as instructed and screamed from the pain it did hurt so I was not faking it. Then I heard the guillotine drop. I fell to my knees and tears ran from my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I was ordered to stand and the tape was removed. I looked around and the slave was standing there still intact and he was no longer in the guillotine. It was explained to me that the slave was removed from the device as soon as my eyes were taped. It did not seem fair to him or me to cause him harm when I was ordered to do so. I still felt like I had betrayed him and gave him a look to say that I was sorry. He simply smiled back to me to let me know all was forgiven. Then I remembered my Master and I looked around but he was already gone.

At this point, we were all lined up and taken to the loading dock. A set of cages awaited us there. We were each instructed to get in one. Then the cages were placed on a flatbed truck. I could tell the auction had begun because more slaves started to arrive and were put in cages as well. Once the truck bed was full more slaves were stacked on top of us and then another layer on top. The cages were open on the top and bottom so I could see the slaves directly above me. I knew better than to talk. Once the truck was loaded we were informed that the crating facility here at the Center was not yet finished so we were being taken to the old facility by truck where we would be boxed in crates for final shipping. Once the truck was completely loaded I could see three more layers of slaves above me. The truck pulled out. Our cages were open to the air so it was very chilly once we got moving. I figured it must be at least late September now. Time somehow didn’t matter at the Center. Once we got going it was pretty miserable. The slave above me said that he needed to piss bad and that he didn’t want to piss on me because the wet piss would just make me colder. I figured the warm liquid might just warm me up a bit if it were inside me so I opened my mouth and got as close to his cock as I could so as little would spill as possible. The warm liquid did help a bit. Fortunately, the ride wasn’t long. Once we arrived at the crating center, they left us on the truck until it was our turn to be crated. When my turn came it was led into the facility and pointed towards my crate. It was a wooden box that disturbingly looked a bit like a wooden coffin. A catheter was inserted into my cock then I was ordered to get in. I found out that I had to lay face down. My neck and wrists were restrained then my waist and ankles. The catheter tube was led to my mouth where I was told this is the only liquid I would get for my trip which should last two days.