EXTRACT FOR
21st Century Slaver
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1

    

The two men standing in the beautifully appointed room within the crater of the extinct volcano were very different in just about every way possible.  One, the owner of this remote rocky outcrop that was the remains of an ancient volcano somewhere in the Indian Ocean, was tall and lean and totally hairless from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.  His head resembled a skull covered with living skin but little else, his eyes were black and sunken, his nose thin and pointed and his mouth a straight line for he never smiled.  He was at this time fifty-one years old.  His name was Conrad Hughes and he came from an untitled but very wealthy and ancient line of English aristocrats.

    The other man was very much younger at nineteen years old and very clearly ill at ease in the presence of the weird-looking man who had seated himself in the comfortable chair in what appeared to be his study.  He was textbook handsome with golden blond hair and brilliant blue eyes, a perfect skin and very obviously athletically muscular beneath his clothing.

    He didn't like the way the man in the chair was looking him up and down and clearly assessing him for something that he guessed was not going to be pleasant.  He had been standing there once delivered into that room from the two men who had kidnapped him on his way home from Yale University, knocked him out with a syringe into his backside once they had him in their van and then woke up bound and trussed in the back of the helicopter and eventually landed on a platform in the middle of what appeared to be the crater of an old volcano.  The platform had then descended into the depths of the mountain and in short order he was in this room facing this ominous-looking man.

    His name was Julian Masterson and like the older man, came from an old and wealthy family.  Although he was more than a little frightened about the events that had led him here, and now even more so as he stared down at his host, he tried to put on a brave front and demanded to know why he was there and that he be returned home immediately.

    The other man didn't respond either by word or expression but continued his visual inspection of his latest acquisition as if the young man hadn't even spoken.

    After long minutes, perhaps five or six, he spoke: "Strip naked, slave.  Everything off.  I want to see you stark naked."

    Julian stared at him in horror, instantly realising the import of his words.  As it happened, he was wrong.  He had thought this horrible looking man wanted to fuck him.  He knew all about such men.  As an extraordinarily handsome young man he had often been the target of such older men throughout his teenage life.  He was now nineteen and legally an adult but he was very definitely heterosexual and had enjoyed the attentions of a number of girls throughout his teenage years.

    Hughes didn't want his body ??" at least not in that way.  He was indeed highly sexually motivated but not in the acts of sex itself.  He liked to watch others engaging in it or being punished in a corporal way and had actually developed a device that he wore all day and which he could activate to achieve either a long drawn out or instant climax.

    In fact, he was a genius and had invented any number of devices to assist him and his small staff in running this slaving enterprise.  More about them as we learn about his activities on this tiny island that consisted solely of this single rocky volcano and was totally inaccessible except by helicopter, and then only when Hughes gave them access.  At all other times, the crater appeared to be rocky and totally unsuitable as a landing area.

    Of course Julian refused, hotly claiming that he wasn't like that and then indicated that he had no intention of stripping in front of this awful man.  Hughes didn't smile or alter his deadpan expression in any way except to say the numbers '298' and then the word, 'punishment'.

    What followed then would have been remarkable to anyone not in the know.  Julian's face assumed a gargoyle-like expression and quickly paled to a sickly grey colour, and then he doubled up clutching at his genital organs while his mouth opened as if to scream ??" but couldn't.

    "Want another dose, boy, or are you going to strip?"

    For answer, Julian now quickly removed his jacket, tore open his shirt and dragged it out of his pants then pushed off his shoes and dropped them and his pants on the floor and finally stripped down his underwear to reveal his splendid body to this horrible man.

    He didn't even appear to be interested in the young man's truly magnificent physique but now admonished him for not properly folding up his clothes as he shed them and gave him another zap.  Of course he responded as before but then once he had sufficiently recovered his equanimity (and neatly folded up his clothes), asked the single question: "How...?"

    Again, the other man didn't alter his deadpan expression, merely uttering a totally inadequate explanation that there were many such means available to him and his staff to control errant slaves.

    Julian stared at him in absolute horror.  If he could generate such pain to the most sensitive parts of his body without doing anything but identifying him by his number and then saying that other word, what else might now be facing him.

    "Now I wish you to pose those beautiful muscles for me.  Your aim is to excite my libido and thereby give me pleasure if you fail to do so I have many other ways of 'encouraging' you to do so.  For example...'

    He now said the word, "298 ??" Erect".  And to his horror, Julian now felt his penis rapidly engorging and rising to the most powerful erection he had ever experienced.  His genitals were about average in size but his penis was now very much bigger ??" thicker and longer than he had ever seen it before and it almost immediately began to ache from the pressure of the blood swelling it to this extraordinary size.

    But the horrible man didn't relieve it and merely gestured for him to begin to pose and strut his body to show it off in a flagrantly sexual come-on as if inviting the older man to use him for his pleasure.

    Nothing loath, Hughes now rose from his chair to reveal just how tall and lean he really was.  Julian suspected however that that leanness concealed a strength that was probably at least equal to his own and maybe a great deal more.  He now took the few steps necessary to reach his latest victim and bade him stand still but to now assume the classic biceps pose that allowed his tormentor access to every single part of his body, excepting only perhaps his anus.

    Hughes now reached out and gently fingered the whole array of this so perfect physique and even more perfect skin while Julian stood there, his face and neck now suffused with the blood that indicated his absolute shame and horror at what was being done to him but he now realised that this man had the whip hand over him ??" even more than literally.  What he had already suffered with that inexplicable shock to his testicles and the just as painful artificial erection of his penis was a clear indication of some extraordinary power.

    So far, he hadn't touched it or his balls, his fingers apparently delighting in the perfection of his so sleek and well-defined muscles ranging from his biceps to his pectorals and abdominals as well as his buttocks and thighs but then, perhaps leaving the best until last, he let his fingers cup the dangling testicles and then toy with the still rigid and horribly swollen penis for a few seconds but then stepped back and to the side.

    "298 ??" Ejaculate!"  He said softly and to Julian's utter astonishment and horror he did just that spurting his youthful, powerful and voluminous discharge in a seemingly un-ending series of spurts that jetted up and out from his still fully erect penis, and describing an arc that came up to his chest level and then dropped to form little puddles on the floor in front of him.

    Hughes had now resumed his seat and gestured towards the puddles.  "What a mess you have made, boy.  Get down on your hands and knees and lick it up ??" every last drop ??" unless you want another zap to your balls..."

    Julian stared at him in horror ??" and shame.  At school and at university he had always been a leader.  Bright in all his subjects and a top sportsman, he had a natural ability to lead.  And this he did naturally without pressure and had the respect and friendship of all his student colleagues.

    Now however, in the space of just a few minutes, this horrible man had reduced him to a cringing abject slave ??" and in his mind, a sex-slave at that.  Whatever powers or gadgetry that man had, they had reduced him to this state in just a few minutes.

    Why, he wondered.  What could this man possibly want of him.  At that point he had no idea where he was or that Hughes had brought him halfway around the world for whatever his nefarious purpose was.  He had been made to strip naked and to pose his body for this man's pleasure.  He had submitted to being felt and fondled as a thing and then to actually discharge his cock simply because this man wanted to see it.

    Now it got even worse.  Once he had complied with the disgusting order and licked up his sperm, the horrible man now said a few words but he didn't use an intercom or telephone, merely saying the man's name and that he wished him to bring the slave 291 to him immediately.  That his staff now held him in as much fear as Julian suspected the slaves did became clear when a clothed man brought in one of the most beautiful young women Julian had ever seen.

    First of all, she was black, a rich dark chocolate with skin that gleamed wonderfully.  Her face could only be described as noble but also highly attractive while her body was as naked as Julian's ??" but even more so as she was totally nude of all hair and he noted that there were no shave marks anywhere ??" was equally as athletic as his own.

    To his shame, his cock which the horrible man had now allowed to subside, now began twitching again and despite his best efforts to control it, was soon as fully erect and hard as it had been under the man's control.

    "Feel her, boy.  Run your fingers all over her flesh.  She's a slave just like you.  My property and required to be as obedient as you.  Cup her breasts ??" udders we call them on a slave... Beautifully soft, aren't they?  Now feel her cunt ??" that's what we call the sexual organs of a bitch slave."

    Julian gulped.  He had been well brought up with the notions of noblesse oblige and would not have dreamt of doing such a thing to any woman of any class or race but he knew that it was pointless to refuse.  The man would simply apply pain to him until he collapsed and being a highly intelligent young man recognised that such a course would result in nothing either for him or this girl.

    Of course his girlfriends had also encouraged him to perform this act as part of their sexual adventures and he therefore knew how to proceed but before he did he looked into her face and minutely raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question.  And from the way she responded, he knew she was probably as intelligent as he was, hiding her tiny reaction from the seated Hughes and then he delved inside her seeking out her clitoris and for all his youth, quite skilfully exciting it until she was shaking and uttering little whimpers of pleasure while his own cock retained its violent erection.

    "Enough of this tame stuff, slaves.  Now let me see you fuck her, boy ??" and I want a good long performance ??" expect an extended zap to your balls if you can't keep it up for at least half an hour..."

    Julian gulped again.  Good heavens, he thought.  I've only done this three or four times in my whole life.  How the hell am I going to be able to control my libido to that extent?

    What he hadn't bargained on, though, was that Anita, that he later discovered was 291's name was a sexual adept herself.  She was not American and in fact had been harvested from Ghana where she was the daughter of an hereditary magician who served as the principal adviser of the titular monarch of their area and lacking a son to follow on from him, he had trained her in all manner of the arts of his profession including the sexual training of the monarch and his family.  Accordingly, she now used those talents to assist Julian in slowing down but still giving the impression of a violent rutting that showed off the superb beauty of his muscles as they assisted in his actions.

    Before they began however, Hughes uttered the words, "Rutting table up!"  And almost miraculously, part of the floor, a section half a metre wide and two long, rose up on a round standard whereupon the girl, obviously aware of what was required of her, laid her body down onto it and smiled invitingly up at the so handsome young college student only one year older than her eighteen years.

    Now assured of her compliance with this, to him, obscene display of something that should have been totally private, he mounted her, thrust his cock into her willing quim and began to rut as described above.

    Within seconds, he recognised that in this act, she was the master and that she was leading him in how to perform this little act for the minimum of half an hour required by the man he now hated above all else in the world.

    At the same time he already felt himself falling for this so beautiful young woman who had so neatly taken him under her wing and was virtually controlling his libido by exerting pressure from her vaginal muscles onto his cock and thus silently suggesting he slowed down but continue to apparently use his body's so perfect muscles to give the impression of a continuation of the violent action.

    Of course he had lost his watch at the same time as being required to remove all of his clothes but here too, she proved a marvel, possessing an inbuilt clock with which she whispered the minutes to him as they passed.

    Julian was able to see the man who claimed he now owned him from his position on top of the so beautiful young woman and he was therefore pleased to note a tiny expression of approval on the hitherto deadpan face.  He exulted whilst at the same time thanking his lucky stars that his partner for this initial appraisal was not only so beautiful but also clearly intelligent and skilled enough to guide him to perform it so well.

    Of course he didn't show either of those emotions, simply reaching down and kissing his partner from time to time while the pair of them performed the action as if they were the greatest lovers in the world and indeed, were adepts.  Yes, Anita definitely was in that category but Julian was just as definitely not and yet such was her skill and the training of her father, that she was easily able to teach him on the run so to speak in how to perform for this dreadful man who could exert such control over them.

    So much so, that on the dot of the half hour mark, she whispered to him to let it go and he did, giving a last almighty thrust into her body and then withdrawing to deliver another enormously powerful and lengthy ejaculation of his sperm which, because of his raised position over her body jetted up to her face and all down her breasts and belly.  An incredible performance when one considers he had only an hour before  performed a similar action in response to Hughes' order, however that had been achieved ??" which was still a mystery to him.

    Now apparently sated by the extraordinary performance they had both put on for him, he once again summoned the underling who returned Anita to her former training and him to Hughes' medical officer, Dr James Winthrop, who now treated his body to the permanent depilatory process that removed his beard, moustache and all body hair, a process the doctor informed him was essential in every slave.

    But if he thought that this confidence was a mark of some sympathy by him to the slaves he was quickly disabused.  When the doctor informed him that he was to be depilated he assumed there would be some magical process such as Hughes had already demonstrated with his punishment to his testicles and remote erection of his penis but was sadly disabused to find that the process involved being dipped repeatedly into a liquid containing powerful depilatory agents that permanently achieved this aim.

    He was fitted into a harness attached to an overhead winch at the end of a gantry and raised up over the top of the glass tank and then lowered down into it, screaming as his feet touched the very hot liquid that rapidly rose up to the level of his eyes and then he was drawn out again to hang there and looking down in horror at the crimson colour of his whole body, not so much from the colour of the liquid although it was red but from the heat of the liquid that raised his own body temperature.  He was now repeatedly dropped into it and just as quickly brought out until the doctor was satisfied that the process was now permanent and he would never regrow the hair on his chest, pubic area and legs as well as his beard and moustache.

    Actually, he didn't regret their loss as although he had just started shaving, already he hated having to perform that daily chore and was quite pleased that it was now gone forever.

    But then the doctor took him along to the gymnasium where the rest of the adult slaves ??" and there were only a few of them ??" were honing their bodies under the direction of Hughes' physical trainer.  This training took up half their daylight hours of work, the rest being devoted to sexual and other training to turn them into perfect sexual slaves.

    But Julian was puzzled.  If this was a sexual slave training and marketing institution why were there only a dozen or so of them in the group?  He wanted to sidle up to Anita but they were being very carefully monitored by both their trainer and his assistant and communications between them was pretty much forbidden.

    As a sportsman of considerable note, he delighted in physical training of all kinds and so now threw himself into the gymnastics and other disciplines that either kept them at, or turned them into top-class physical specimens.

    But he kept his eyes and ears open, watching and listening to their trainers and guards as they moved around the complex inside that ancient volcano, wondering at the various rocky passages and grottoes that made up its accommodations and training areas and over the next few weeks, realised to his horror that the females amongst them were being harvested of their egg cells which were then artificially fertilised by selected sperm from one of the males and the resultant foetus raised in huge glass cylinders containing an amniotic fluid and electrical currents that allowed an extremely accelerated gestation process to deliver fully grown teenagers of an apparent age of eighteen years within only twelve months and already 'educated' in language and their roles as handsome or beautiful, perfectly developed attractive slaves from a range of parents.

    And as more weeks passed, he also realised that new adult slaves were arriving to replace those that had been sold to one or another of Hughes' clients who came on a regular basis to acquire new slaves as they came off the 'assembly line' in the grotto that contained the dozens of the massive glass tanks.

    Of course the slaves were not permitted into this area of the volcano but as already said, Julian kept his eyes and ears open and caught little snippets of information as their guards and trainers passed by them talking of this slave or that, et cetera.  And in this way, he gradually acquired an overall picture of the whole operation within that sinister extinct volcano.