Marked For Life (Chapter 6)
I want to acknowledge
@Fossy for his quite brilliant editing and, in fact, re-write of many elements of this pivotal chapter, Quite brilliantly, I might add. So if you notice a dramatic improvement in the writing, please understand that’s his excellent influence.
(Author’s note: all dialogue spoken in Tuareg shall be
italicised.)
I awoke chilled to the bone, bathed in a magnificent moonrise, it must have been a Hunter moon as it was immense and completely full.
1148 was still sleeping, her leg against my side, clearly as anxious for body heat as I was. I didn’t want to wake her, but couldn’t resist placing my lips against the bare, exposed skin of her leg once more.
A thin layer of frost adorned our chains, testimony to the chill, and the pillar was freezing to the touch! The fullness of my bladder infiltrated my mind, clung on to my thoughts and wouldn’t let go. I needed to pee, desperately!
There was nothing for it, no choice, no dignity for a chained slave, and so I released a stream of golden urine into my loincloth.
“Ahhhhhhhh yes,” I groaned both with relief but also at the temporary warmth a coating of piss over my chapped thighs gave to me. My need was great and the flow of yellowy-green liquid copius, and soon I was kneeling in a cooling puddle of my own urine, the stench of which quickly infiltrated my nostrils as the breeze cooled the clammy cloth about my loins and legs, turning the warmth into more of the tortuous icy cold.
I felt so helpless and was on the verge of losing all hope.
The full moon bathed us in its greyish light but brought no heat. In fact, the northerly breeze became colder and stronger, as both of our loincloths were glistening with a frosty covering, mine freezing more quickly because of the urine I had been forced to expel into it.
I’d
never been so cold, shivering, teeth clacking. My joints ached, and my metal cuffs and chains began to bite hard into my frost covered skin.
Once more
this slave must endure, and it did
so For Master, for a phone, above all for it’s true MASTER, MASTER ALEX. And so, it shivered and suffered as the frost grew thicker and the wind howled bringing its own tormenting chill.
At last, after what seemed like a hellish eternity, the first colouring of dawn appeared in the eastern sky. Before long it became orange, and the morning overseer arose to unlock and wake the slaves with instructions regarding early morning duties. The sounds of releasing chains and shivering slaves awakened the camp despite the early predawn hour, and before long an overseer approached 1148 and I.
“Time to warm these degenerate slaves up!”
Aa he spoke he drew his bullwhip out, and the hapless, sleeping 1148 received a horrific full-blooded blow of the lash!
She awakened screaming as the overseer continued his assault, now incorporating both of us. The vicious lash struck at random, sometimes striping just one of us, then at other times striking us both simultaneously. We could do nothing but whimper, cry, and scream as the whip found its dreadful mark, over and over…
Smiling his knowing, malevolent smile at us he spoke, every sentence punctuated by another slash of his venomous whip.
“Good morning,”
”slaves are awake now? “
“slaves are to await the High Master”
“He will have”
“
the answers for how to handle such”
“
worthless wretched slaves!”
Dialogue over, this bastard man, finished with more lashes simply because he could, and a piercing female scream ripped through my ears … 1148.
Cold comfort of being lashed hard in such cold weather was that we were also inherently warmed up more than a little, but such respite was fleeting, and now we had cuts and welts to heighten the pain when the chill set back in.
And then a blessing as, at last, the sun peered over the jagged peaks, bringing the promise of warmth and then heat, but for now I was still shivering cold, and the chains and pillar offered no relief…
Before long it was the mining slaves turn to leave
en masse, secured once more in their coffle, their connection chains unclipped from the cold cliff allowing them to be led to the stinking water trough where they were expected to break through the ice that had no doubt formed on the surface to drink the putrid liquid. Then, with lips dripping of the green slime they were handed flimsy bowls of cold gruel, which, it appeared, they had to consume
en route to the harsh mine.
The only sounds breaking the unnerving silence, were their clanking chains, and the whip as it sliced through the air …
A pleasant aroma of wood smoke filled my senses and replaced the bilious stench of urine, and when the cacophonous march of the departing slaves ended, I could hear the crackle of a distant fire. If only I could feel it’s heat …
—————
Long hours later, with the sun still high in the sky, having burnt away the morning frost, we were left chilled and damp. A noise and suddenly there a commotion amongst the overseers. Clearly something was happening, and we shrunk as far into the shadows as we could when they turned and headed our way.
”Yes, my Lord Master, here is the pale skinned slave we found loitering near Your mine, Sir.”
”And who does it belong to?” A deep voice replied.
“
No-one, Master, it is unmarked, Sir “
”Impossible! You said it was in chains?”
“
Yes, Master, its whip marks and chains mark it out clearly as a slave. Unbreakable chains, Sir, it still wears the same …”
“
Did you not torture it and make it confess it’s owner? I see it has been freshly whipped…”
”Yes, Master, we did, and it confessed, but told us nonsense, Sir”
”What did it say?”
”That it belongs to a Master called… scribe! What did the slave say?”
The scribe glanced at his recording of the interrogation, and answered,
“it said, ‘Master’…. er, ‘Master ‘Arricks’’, Sire.”
The High Master cuffs the scribe with His buggy whip!
“
Don’t lie, slave, you know there’s no such name!”
“
Please, Dear Master, this lowly scribe slave only writes what is said, and that slave said that multiple times, Oh Most High Sir!”
The High Master looks at the head overseer quizzically, raising His whip…
“
Yes Sir, that is what this one heard too!”
”Hmmmm, very well. And no mark of ownership, you say?”
”No, nothing, oh Glorious High Master. Just the whip marks, and chains, Sir.”
”Very well, then we shall deal with it accordingly. But it MUST be tortured more fully, to serve as an example…”
”Do you mean to crucify it, Sir?”
”First I will see it suffer. Then I shall decide it’s destiny, as it looks like it could offer a few good years in the torture mine.”
”Now, why is that other slave here? I see it bears my mark?” He references 1148.
”it missed it’s quota, Sir, again! That is the 3rd time this month, Sir. You ordered that any slave missing a third quota must be held awaiting Your next arrival for assessment, torture, and judgement, Sir”
“
Very well, leave them chained to the pillar, and fetch my slave-whip. I think 200 lashes each will be a good beginning…”
“
Sir, yes Sir!”
“… and, bring the others back, they are to witness the torture so that they know the futility of escape and the importance of reaching their assigned quotas!”
“Yes, Lord Master!”
All I really understood was that they were going to punish us harshly, and also that Master Alex couldn’t be found, or possibly they hadn’t even looked for HIM?
Despite the obvious danger, I had to try, and dared speak up in loud tones for the High Master to hear. In French, English, Spanish, and German I begged to be heard and if given a telephone I could arrange a healthy ransom. All I received was a round of blank stares, as if I was speaking gibberish, prompting one of the overseers to approach me and slash my face several times with a quirt…
I stared wide eyed, the pain unimaginable, as tears rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to beg, to seek solace, to have someone treat me just a little better, but I knew not to utter another word.
“
Silence, pathetic slave. Silence in the presence of your Superior High Master and God!”
He slashed me again as I whimpered and slumped against the pillar. Blood dripped from each of my cheeks, but even the extreme pain he caused was nothing compared to my total despair.
Eventually the sound of clanking chains and whips signalled the return of the moaning, whimpering slaves, who were all made to kneel in a large circle surrounding the unforgiving pillar. No watering nor feeding was allowed, as the slaves demonstrated their unwavering obedience to the slave-whip. Such a whip was a triple tail, ball bearings embellishing the lash near to the tip of each thong, and barbed metal along each length, yet the finishing touch was the most horrific, as the actual tips were each finished off with an iron nail on each thong …
No wonder they called it a “
slave whip” it was terrifying.
After such a hard week of slog and torture, lesser creatures would have perished under the onslaught but 1148 and I were far more resilient than most.
The return of the slaves from the mine created a brutal scene, filled with screaming agony, desperate voices begging for mercy, and the pitiful sound of crying shame. By the time the bloody wretches were resecured in their chains, the pillar was covered in crimson, and their denuded bodies torn to shreds, loincloths stained with all manner of body fluids, and tears rolling down their cheeks …
And then our flogging began as 1148 and I were beaten without mercy until our lash count was complete and we lay in a writhing heap of worthless flesh. And then the High Master spoke … he had noticed something.
“
lift the white slave’s loincloth”
To my shame it was lifted, revealing my hard on, dripping with pre-cum!
”What in the world? Have any of you seen a slave so tumescent after such a cruel lashing?”
There is a pause while his smirking face is the picture of thought. Then he continues.
“I want to try something… unhook 1148, make it kneel. Shackle it’s wrists behind it’s ebony back, then connect the chain to its ankle manacles. Bolt it’s leash to the ground.”
“Bring the pale one, remove the barbed wire, have it kneel upright, chain it’s collar to the crossbeam, and connect it’s wrists to a new chain, also held to the cross beam.”
All was prepared. My hands were raised as high as possible for one who remains shackled, in this kneeling post it that meant my hands were at forehead level. With all connecting chains now taut, and the new chain attaching my wrist cuffs to a crossbeam above me, it made movement of my upper body virtually impossible.
Looking down 1148 was almost prostrated in grovelling, submissive position, facing me, and I was kneeling upright before her. My loincloth touched her face.
”Now, 1148, I order you to suck the pale one’s cock while we torture both of you. Try to make him cum!”
Two overseers with bull whips, tips adorned with steel stirrups, were assigned to whip us, and again we suffered the terrible pain of the High Master’s unflinching cruelty.
After many lashes, I could smell the burning wood…
”Now to mark this one indelibly with the symbol of slavery!”
As 1148 ravaged my engorged cock with her greedy lips, I felt something hot behind me. And as the swelling heat came closer, still the whips lashed us … until at last, all I knew was extreme pain!
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” I cried out as the white-hot brand was pressed deep into the tortured flesh of my left shoulder blade! My agony was at a peak as the brand quickly charred my flesh, burning me so horribly and never had I felt to helpless, so enslaved.
And then, with the acute pain from my shoulder subsiding I felt the more sensitive sensation of 1148’s oral ministrations, as she rolled her tongue over my throbbing cock, taking me deep, and then I came! On and on I poured my semen down her willing enslaved throat as cloudy, vague motes appeared before my eyes…
The photons!
I was still mind-melded to the device on the other side of the planet! Even as I still convulsed and ejaculated my seed, even as the brand burned, I could
see the warp tunnel appear before me.
Remembering the issues from last time, I attempted to create a bubble, enveloping not only my chains and myself, but a bubble of air, and, with1148, still attached to me, could I bring her with me whole or would I cruelly divide her. Just to be sure, I included the pillar and crossbeam to which we were attached.
The incredible pain of the Warp enveloped us, and 1148 was screaming like she’d never screamed before. I peered into the tunnel, seeking a way to bend it back to the other side of the planet. Yet search as I might I couldn’t find home, or the prepared sites … I began to despair once more.
But I wouldn’t give up. Never. And so I start trying to seek out a phone, anywhere! Fruitlessly searching I once more thought of MASTER ALEX. I search via my heart instead of through my sight, and I
feel HIM. I feel HIS sorrowful loneliness tinged with fear of never seeing HIS beloved
whip-slave again.
It is a beacon, and so we fly through the blinding agony of the warp towards HIM! HE who gives meaning to my slavery. HE who understands my perversions. HE who unwaveringly supports my hare-brained research. HE who gifts me with the kindness of HIS most cruel sadism. HE who will enslave me forever.
Through excruciating pain, as I scream and cry, I shout out “MASTER,
this slave returns…”
TBC
