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   Copyright (c) 2001, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   First date of Publication: Tuesday, February 15, 2001)

   Story Codes: m/ffff/F incest (23k)

   Story Intro: Don's father believes a stint on an Ocean ship will help
make a man of him.  It really doesn't go as planned.



   The Barbary Coast

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

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   The wind in my face felt soothing after the small stuffy area jokingly
call a cabin.  This trip is to further my education.  My father thought it
would help make a man of me if I was away from home and the influence of my
mother.  She wants me to become an accountant; my dad wants me to follow in
his footstep and into the military.  At fourteen, I didn't really know what
course to follow.  So when this trip was suggested I jumped at the chance
to take a cruise down the Ivory Coast for the summer.  I was actually hired
as a sea hand; the owner was a soldier friend of my dads.  It was my dad's
way of exposing me to the sea and indirectly military life.  The captain
ran his ship like a military unit.

   My name is Don Parson.  At six foot two I can pass for much older,
however, my perpetual grin usually gives my age away.  My height usually
gets the attention of mature women.  Actually, my first sexual encounter
was a year ago at the local beach.  She was a friend of the family who
asked me to help her with her luggage.  She was staying at a local resort
that had private cottages on the beach.  What I received as payment was an
education about the anatomy of a woman.  It is a subject I excelled in
rather quickly but am still willing to learn from others.  She taught me
how to please my partner before satisfying myself.  My tongue was into
every opening of her luscious body.  My prior experience was in my
imagination and of course my right hand.  My male friends often talk about
what they would do with a willing woman, but that's as far as it went.  My
teacher wants to ensure I'm taught correctly so we had refresher courses
daily for the three weeks of her stay.  I learn of the exquisite taste of
addictive pussy juice.  It flows from her during every class.  When she
finally leaves, there was a very large void in my life.  I had to find
another source to quench my addiction.

   My mother is a beautiful woman and I would have loved to have her be my
new source, however, I never had the nerve or the opportunity to enjoy what
she has between her legs.  My sister is another matter.  Jayden is only
eleven, built like a stick and is a real tomboy.  We fight like cats and
dogs.  One evening after my teacher had left; our parents had gone out and
left Jayden and me alone.  It was late in the evening and Jayden had
finished her shower and was going to bed.  She is wearing a white silky
nightgown that hangs just above her knobby knees.  As she walked by me she
gave me a knuckle rub across the back of my head and then runs like hell
for her bedroom.  She made it just as I caught up with her.  We both end up
on the bed wrestling.  During the tussle her nighty rode up her legs
exposing her beautiful small hairless pink peach.  I stop my pummeling and
just stare.  The beauty of her lovely preteen pussy mesmerizes me.  Then
she realizes what has my attention.

   "Don, you shouldn't be looking at your baby sister like that."

   "Well, you shouldn't be fooling around with your big brother.  It is
your fault."

   We continue this line of argument for the longest time, but the beauty
between her legs holds my attention.  Jayden realizes the power she has
over me because she spreads her legs and causes the puffy lips to spread
exposing the dark pink interior.  My will to battle fades.  She's in
command.  I'm close enough to catch her little girl scent; I can feel my
heart pounding and the blood rushes to my lower head.  It has been over
three weeks since my teacher and her juices had left.  Jayden's luv lips
and sexual scent are like a magnet to my tongue.  Surprising her, my body
moves forward my face at her pussy; quickly I lick up and down her slit.

   "What are you doing?"

   Ignoring her question, I continued licking and try to force my tongue
into her tight opening.  Jayden is now moaning very softly, her eyes
closed, her hips are moving in rhythm with my tongue.  This is the first
time I have looked at my sister as a woman, a very young woman.  Her legs
are now spread to the maximum exposing her lovely pussy and her small
rosebud.  Once she gets into the swing of things her juice begins to flow,
it's a lot milder than my teachers.  Her hips continue to move to meet my
tongue.  I'm in heaven lapping her every drop.  My hands run over her bum
crack to her anal opening.  I caress her rosebud as I drink from her
fountain of youth.  Jayden explodes with her first climax.

   "What happened?  I feel so good.  Why are you doing that?  Isn't it
dirty?"

   "You had your first climax.  That is what sex is all about.  Licking you
is not dirty, but it's very tasty.  I can't believe we have been fighting
when we could have been doing this."



   I continue to enjoy her pussy.  Jayden keeps cumming and cumming. 
Finally, I feel her hands on my head pushing down.

   "Don, please stop.  I am getting sore."

   I look up at her with my face covered with her juices.  She does taste
very good and has an abundance of liquid flowing.  I kiss both of her inner
thighs and crawl up beside her.

   "Don, can I see your thing?"

   "My thing, you mean my cock."

   "Yes.  Please show it to me.  Debra told me she has seen her brothers
and it sticks straight out from his body.  Does yours stick out?"

   I lower my shorts.  My erection is standing proud with precum glisten on
its tip.  My foreskin is rolled down enough to give her a good view.

   "Can I touch it?"

   "You can do what ever you want with it.  Just don't bit it."

   She cautiously touches me.  Then as she gets bolder she starts stroking
me, rolling back my foreskin.  Her small hand feels warm and wonderful.  I
am surprised to see her tongue lick some precum off the tip.

   "It tastes a bit salty.  Did I taste salty?"

   "No, I don't think so.  I like your taste.  To bad we hadn't done this a
long time ago.  It's better than fighting don't you think?"

   "I do like your tongue on my cunny.  I never thought about doing
anything like this.  Who showed you?"

   "Remember mom's friend that stayed on the beach?"

   "Did she let you put your tongue in her cunny?"

   "Yes, many times and we did a lot more."

   "What else did you do?"

   "Well you know how babies are made?"

   "Oh course, we learned about it in class.  You mean you put your thing
in her?"

   "Yes, many times.  It really feels good."

   "Can we do it?"

   "I hope so, but not tonight.  Mom and dad are going away for the weekend
and I have to babysit you.  We can try then.  Have you started your periods
yet?"

   "No.  Why?"

   "Well if you did I would have to buy some condoms so you don't get
pregnant."

   "What do I do to make you feel as good as you made me feel?"

   "Well you can pump my cock up and down or you can suck it like a lolly
pop.  Either way it will make me cum.  Then I will feel as good as you do."

   "Will it hurt me if I suck you?"

   "No.  The lady who taught me sucked me regularly and then she would want
to fuck."

   "Fuck?"

   "Yes, that is what it's called when my cock is deep in your cunny."

   Jayden looked at my hard cock then gets brave and engulfs the head. 
Watching my sister suck me gives a marvelous feeling.  I fight off the urge
to cum wanting to enjoy her soft sucking motion.  She uses her tongue on
the tip, flicking it.



   "Jayden, I am going to cum.  Are you ready?"

   She nods her head.

   I can feel the pressure building.  Then it lets go.  It is the hardest I
have ejaculated since my mom's friend had left.  Jayden's throat moves as
she swallows and sucks at the same time.  Some white cum drips down her
lips.  She looks shocked.

   "I didn't think there would be so much.  Do you shoot that much every
time?"

   "No, but you got me really excited.  What a wonderful feeling cumming in
your mouth."

   "It was nice.  But you have to go to your room now.  If mom catches us,
there'll be hell to pay.  I'll come to your room after they go to sleep. 
Set the alarm for 6:30 so if we fall asleep it will give me time to get to
my room before dad gets up in the morning."

   I can assure you I'm on pins and needles waiting for Friday night when
mom and dad leave for the weekend.  I even took the precaution of buying a
twelve pack of condoms.  From that night forward we never fight again. 
Jayden would sneak into my bedroom or me into hers and we would spend the
night together.

   On Friday I come home early.  The car isn't in the driveway and when I
check their bedroom the suitcases are gone.  I'm tingling all over.  I hope
Jayden still wants to loose her cherry.  I spent last night in her bed. 
She assured me she would be home early and we could spend the weekend
practicing sex.  I hear the door slam.  Jayden is home.

   "Don, are you here?"

   "Yes Jayden, I am waiting for you."

   Jayden comes running to me and is in my arms.  She feels so good.  As we
hug I unhook her skirt and let it fall to the floor.  She is wearing white
cotton panties.  Jayden's body is nearly featureless, but to me she looks
like a movie star.  I make sure the front and back doors are locked.

   "Let's shower together then we can try to fuck."

   Jennifer's face turns red when she realizes what she said.  I watch as
she takes off her school blouse, showing me her white training bra, she
really doesn't have enough for a training bra, just nipples.

   It sounds good to me.  We watch each other undress.  In the shower, we
take the time to explore each other's body.  Jennifer's legs are long and
willowy, but are not what you would call skinny.  They are padded with
enough to make them very attractive.  My focal point is between her legs,
her pussy is puffy and so smooth, her bum cheeks are well defined and her
asshole seems to wink at me.  I make a great production helping her shower.
Assisting me she seems to concentrate on my cock, taking what seems an
extended amount of time to explore every inch of my cock head and the
foreskin.  She finds it fascinating as she rolls it down then back.  She
nearly scares the shit out of me when her finger finds my asshole and
penetrates me.  It did feel different and sexy.

   Before going to the bedroom, I get a towel to put under Jayden's bum.  I
know from reading that when Jayden loses her cherry she will likely bleed a
bit.  My cock is hard and sticking straight out.  I'm ready to do battle
with her maidenhead.  Jayden caresses me.

   "Jayden, I hope it happens.  All I have been thinking about is today,
and what we will be doing all weekend.  I do want to be able to do
everything with you, especially the sex part.  It even feels better than
when you suck me."

   "I hope it doesn't hurt too much.  Some of the girls in my class have
been having sex for months.  I didn't think I would ever be interested in
some boy sticking his thing in me.  Now I can't wait, brother dear.  See
how puffed up my pussy is?  It has been that way all day.  Just like you,
all I've thought of is being tonight with you."

   The towel is spread on the bed.  Jayden encircles my neck rubbing her
young body against me; her hard nipples tickle my chest.  On the bed she
looks at me then is on her back with her legs spread wide.  Kneeling
between her legs I kiss her moist love lips enjoying the sweet juice now
seeping from her pussy.  My tongue makes her cum twice.  Enjoying her body
and her reaction, I roll her on her tummy spreading her cheeks and exposing
her beautiful tight rosebud.  She nearly catches my tongue in her cheeks
when she tightens them after feeling my tongue pushing against her anal
opening.  Everything about Jennifer has me panting.

   "You shouldn't be licking me there."

   "Why not, didn't you like it?"

   Looking back at me, she gives me her little girl blush.  Her body turns
crimson, and then she slowly nods her head.

   "I like doing it to you.  One of these days we will fuck there as well."

   "In my bum, are you sure?"

   "Yes, I am.  I can show you pictures of girls getting fucked in the
ass."

   "My pussy is ready to try if you are."

   "Are you sure?  I want to fuck you, but if you're unsure I will just
make love to you with my mouth all weekend."

   "I'm sure.  I want to feel you."

   I lowered my body and then feel her hand guide me to heaven.  Her tight
slit resists, but my cock head finally enters.  Her moist pussy feels like
a vise.  Jayden is gasping loudly,

   "Does it hurt?  Do you want me to stop?"

   "Don't stop until I tell you too.  Keep pushing."

   Her body is pushing against my cock.  Her hymen is resisting.

   "Jayden, it will hurt.  You're about to loose you virginity."

   I pull back and move sharply forward just as Jayden is thrusting her
hips upwards.  The resistance fails and my cock flows deep into her body.
My six inches are buried deep in my sister.  Jayden has a shocked look on
her face.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Full, very full, I have never felt so funny."

   "It will feel better the second time."

   I start to pump.  Jayden has her arms around my neck.  I kiss her and
feel my hot cum rising.  This won't take long.  I'm just too excited to
hold off.  Strings of hot cum shoot deep into her Jayden.  She hugs me
tight.  I sink onto her soft body; then roll over pulling her to the top.

   "That was wonderful.  Was it good for you?"

   "Good, but I didn't cum."

   "I will make sure you do the next time we do this, which should be in
less than an hour."

   The balance of the weekend was numerous repeats.  We manage to fuck a
total of seven times, not to mention many times we enjoyed oral.  Jayden's
pussy is now able to accommodate me and enjoy multipliable climaxes each
time.

   She is the only person I miss on this trip.  Jayden developed into an
expert cocksucker.  Many times I fell asleep with Jayden using my deflated
stub as a soother.

   ****************** ************************* ************************

   Now back to reality.  My job on board is to assist the cook and act as a
steward.  It's an all day job washing dishes and preparing foodstuffs for
the cook.  I serve tables and swab the decks, so when I do have time to
myself I'm on deck and enjoying the sea breeze and improving my tan.

   The coastal areas on this part of the African are beautiful, but very
dangerous.  Even in modern times there are rumors of pirate activities in
this area.  It's hard to believe that today in the 21 century it's actually
happening.  Raiders plunder the small boats taking everything that isn't
nailed down and then sink the boats leaving no evidence they ever existed.
The crews are apparently sold into slavery deep in the interior of the
country.  Yes, slavery still is alive and doing well in some of the small
countries along the coast.  My dad assures me the captain with his military
experience is well equipped to handle any eventuality.

   There're no women on board thus I'm deprived of my needed supplement. 
At night all I can think of is Jayden.  Fortunately, she provided me with
five pairs of her panties, one pair is white cotton ones she wore the first
time I saw what a wonder she had between her legs.

   What is she doing?  Did she find a new friend to take care of her needs
that I'd awakened?  Nightly in my bunk, with a pair of her panties close to
my nose reminds me of home and what I'm missing.  As I was leaving she ran
out and kissed me and gave me a small package whispering to me not to open
it in public.  The first night on board and just before retiring for the
night, I opened the package.  It was like receiving a gold metal.  Five
pair of her small panties packaged in zip-lock bags, each one showed
evidence they'd been worn.  Her aroma is heaven scent.  With one pair held
to my nose our closeness came into my mind in living color.  Many a night I
relive my numerous enjoyable times with my sister.

   The trip turns out to be very boring.  We do the same thing daily as we
move along the coast towards our destination.  Our cargo consists of
medical supplies for a small coastal town.  We have slowed down to ensure
we don't hit any of the many hidden shoals.  One experienced spotter is
always on the bow as we slowly make our way towards port.

   One evening after the meal I am on my bunk reliving the good times with
my sister, her panties held to my face.  They still smell so good.  After
masturbating I drift off to sleep.  Sometime during the night I am awakened
by the sound of a deafening boom.  The ship shudders and the alarm bells
are ringing.  My first thought is we had hit a rock.  I dress hurriedly and
go to the deck grabbing my zip lock bag of Jayden panties and slip them
into my pocket.  If we are sinking I am going to save my prized
possessions. But it wasn't a rock; to our port was an odd looking vessel
with no markings.  I hear a boom then see a flash and our ship takes
another hit.  We're being attacked.  The crew is using automatic rifles,
but they're no match for the guns firing at us.  The ship is listing to
port, we are sinking.

   "Surrender or die."

   The voice is over a louder speaker in broken English.  I watch as the
captain, my dad's good friend, lift his hands over his head.  Our sinking
ship is lit up with floodlights.  Four small boats are being rowed toward
us.  We are boarded and at gunpoint are herded into one of the small boats.
Our wrists are chained and then another chain connects all of us together,
the thinking is that if one jumps out he will take the rest of us and we'll
all drown.  I watch as the other boats are loaded with our cargo.  Then
there is a large explosion and our ship sinks to the bottom.  Our captors
are babbling in a language I've never heard before.  However, they make
their intentions very plain with the assistance of gun butts and kicks. 
When we are on land we're herded into a small holding cell that stinks of
urine and vomit.  It appears we aren't the first to enjoy the hospitality
of this cell.

   One of the crew understands enough of the language to determine we are
being transported to a slave market deep into the interior of the country.
The concept of slaves is beyond my comprehension.  Who has slaves in the
modern world?  We are about to learn this part of the world has never heard
of the modern concept of freedom for all, no slaves.

   We travel for four days.  The cell grows more obnoxious as the days go
by; hygiene isn't one of their strong points.  We are not allowed to bathe,
as there is not enough fresh water.  The food is horrible, but we eat it to
keep our strength.  They allow us to go on deck twice a day to stretch and
exercise and our captors take great pains not to mark us where it shows
when they strike us to get our attention.  We learn later, unmarked slaves
are worth more.

   We turn inland via a very large river for another three days.  I kick
myself for not paying more attention in geography class.  I notice the crew
getting excited and babbling.  The weird sounding whistle blows steadily.
We must be approaching our host's homeport.  Two armed guards watch us
closely; being this close to shore they expect a possible escape attempt.

   We had discussed the possibility of overpowering the guards and
escaping, but we never have an opportunity.  Our captors are very
experienced in their task.  Apparently our sale will contribute greatly to
their share of the booty.  The medical supplies will end up on some black
market.  We feel the boat hit the wharf and come to a dead stop.  There is
loud jabbering on the deck and we can hear the footsteps of many men, then
the door opens with our friendly guard grunting he wants us to follow him.
On deck we are greeted by a large number of additional armed guards that
are not from the boat.  All prisoners are bound in soft leather and led to
a holding area.  We are kept apart from the other unfortunates.  I am
looking out a barred window when I hear English from a cell beside ours.

   "Do you speak English?"

   "Yes.  How long have you been here?"

   "We were captured three weeks ago and have been here for two weeks.  The
caravan will be leaving tomorrow to go inland to a city where we will be
offered for sale.  Where were you captured?"

   After telling him of our adventure so far, he starts to tell me about
his fate.  Then our cell door opens and we are signaled to follow.  Again
there are numerous armed guards.  We are led to an area where we are given
soap and then led to a shower.  The grunts of the guards tell us to clean
and then go to a chair where the men are to be shaven.  Our clothes are
taken away and replaced with Arab dressing gowns.  My protests are met by
threatening guards.  I loose my sister's care package.

   Lead to another area, we are then fed food fit to eat.  Meat and fresh
fruit, after the slop we were given on board, this is a feast.  Finally, we
are herded back to the cell, with a full stomach and clothes that at least
smell clean.  We are left to sleep on cots with thin coverings.  They are a
far cry over the filth we had to endure for the last seven days.  Sleep
comes quickly.

   The following morning we are again well feed and then prepared for the
trip inland.  The guards ride horses and camels.  All the prisoners are
collared with very soft leather, each attached to the one ahead and behind.
The column must have stretched out for a mile.  I notice some women were
also confined; however, they are not collared, but are in a heavily guarded
group.  Their skins are of many shades and all look attractive.  There are
also some very young girls reminding me of Jayden.

   During the march the guards take good care of us.  We are given plenty
of water and food.  They are determined to make sure we are in good
physical shape for the auction.  The trip takes over a week.  Then in the
distance, we can see a town or city.  I watch as a group of riders approach
from the city.  They talk at length with our captors then ride back.  The
horses make a large cloud of dust.

   "They have made arrangements for the auction.  They will advise the city
of our coming as they want as many buyers as possible to get the best
prices.  You will go for a good price."

   The man who spoke was one of the other groups of prisoners.  He was a
large man covered with tattoos.

   "Why do you say that?"

   "Well, you are young and large by their standards.  The women will want
you as a houseboy among other things and if you have good sperm they will
use you as a stud for their serving woman and others.  They will parade you
in front of the group first then offer you last.  That is how they keep all
the people at the sale.  The women will be bidding for you.  For you it
will be a good life considering the other possibilities."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I will be sold as a laborer, but fortunately, I am a sail maker so I
won't be forced to work in the fields.  Some of the others will be sold as
beasts of burden.  These people have no concept of human rights."

   Once in the town we are taken to a holding area.  Guards are posted
everywhere as they are taking no chances.  During the meal, two guards come
into the compound and head straight for me.  I get the drift they want me
to follow them.  They lead me to a large room with a bathtub.  I guess they
want me to clean up.  Then the door opens and four young girls join us. 
They were talking and giggling then they start to undress me.  When I try
to resist one of the guards makes it clear resistance is futile.  A tap
with his rifle butt on the side of the head gets his point across.  They
lead me to the tub and start bathing me.  When a young male is standing
nude in front of four young beautiful girls you know what happens.  My
erection stands out from my body.  I hadn't been able to relieve myself for
nearly two weeks.  The young ladies are fascinated by it.  Each one
caresses me to the point that I nearly climax in their hands.  One of the
girls speaks English.

   "Our mistress will certainly be bidding for you.  She likes good strong
young men with hard cocks.  You will bring a large price."

   "Your English is good.  How long have you been here?"

   "For eight years.  I was captured when I was six."

   "What is it like?  What do you do?"

   "If you have a good mistress it is good.  I have not been beaten and I
am being prepared for the master of the house."

   "Prepared?"

   "Yes, I will be brought to his bed on my fourteenth birthday for him to
make me a woman.  He wants me to give him many sons."

   "What do you think about it?"

   "That is the way it is.  You have to consider I have been trained for
eight years to accept it.  I will be fine.  Being my master's favorite will
bring me many privileges."

   The girls go about their business making sure I am clean all over.  They
are very efficient.  After they dry me I am splashed with some sweet
smelling liquid and then handed a white robe.  I hear a bell ring and the
guards come for me.  I am lead to what I believe is the auction area and
locked in a room that contains a cot and a small table with a jug of water,
some wine and fresh fruit.  The small window allows me to view the
potential bidders.  I don't see many women.  I do see the captain and the
balance of the crew lead to a holding area with about thirty others.

   I heard mummers from the gathered crowd and watch as litters are carried
to the front of the auction area.  There are nine.  When the curtains
opened I get glimpses of the women in veils.  Their eyes are strikingly
beautiful.  Then there is an announcement.  The auction is about to start.

   The guard comes for me.  My self and three other boys are lead to the
back of the auction platform.  I can hear a loud voice making the crowd
aware the first offerings are about to be presented.  I am placed first in
line.  As I am about to open the curtain my robe is removed.  I am
unceremoniously pushed out onto the stage naked as the day I was born.  I
watch, as all the curtains on the litters are pulled open.  The beauty of
the occupants is very apparent.  Because of their veils, all I can see is
their eyes, but they are all dark and appealing.  I am then lead back to
the curtain given my robe and wait for the other three.

   I watch as the others are given the same treatment.  Each of us had a
hard-on, but of all of us, I am the most endowed.  We're all
self-conscience.  Then we're lead back to the holding cells.  The balance
of the auction starts.  First comes the laborers, they go quickly.  I see
the balance of the crew offered and sold.  It hurts me to realize there is
nothing I can do to help them.  Not knowing the language I can't even learn
where they are headed.

   Next are the women.  This took much longer.  The older ones are first on
the block, but the younger girls are forced to undress and are prodded by
dirty old men.  Their anal openings have fingers forced in them and they
have many fingers up their pussies to confirm if they are virgins.  The
virgins go for higher prices.

   Finally it comes down to us, the last four.  I watch as the other three
are auctioned.  The litters have servants standing beside each one.  When
there is a bid the servant passes it to the auctioneer.  The bidding war is
furious for the three males.  The women are bidding higher and higher.  By
the look on the auctioneer's face it is going well.  Finally, I am lead out
to be auctioned.  Like the others I am paraded naked as the auctioneer
gives his preamble.  My guard taps me and looking at him; he wants me to
follow him.  He has me walk to each litter, stand facing it for a moment
then move on to the next.  Then I am returned to the auction stage. 
Finally, a bid was asked for.  I heard a bid, but of course I don't have
any idea how much.  The crowd is silent.  I am waiting for additional bids
as there were for the other boys.  None came.  The auctioneer is in shock.
Two strange guards came to retrieve me after covering me up with a uniform
similar to theirs.  I later learn they are also slaves, but have earned the
trust of their owner.  They lead me to a horse.

   "I hope you can ride."

   "Boy; am I glad you speak English.  What happened back there?"

   "You should be proud.  You brought the highest price that has ever been
paid for a male slave.  I wouldn't want to be you if you don't perform as
they expect."

   "Perform?  What do you mean?"

   "Well, if I know my mistress she bought you for your sex drive.  I hope
you know how to satisfy a woman with that tool of yours.  I heard she is
inexhaustible."

   That doesn't make me feel good; neither did the thought of climbing onto
a horse.  I watched the others mount and tried to copy them.  I went over
the horse and down the other side.  This brought out a gale of laughter
from my two guards.

   "Maybe we should ask our mistress for a litter, the conveyance of woman.
I sure hope you are better in bed than you are riding a horse."

   My second attempt to mount the beast was successful.  I ride between my
two tormentors.  They continually teased me about my horsemanship.

   "How long have you been a slave?"

   "John has been here nine years, me five.  He is from England, I am from
Michigan."

   "Has anyone ever escaped from here?"

   "Successful, not that I know of, I have heard stories of attempts, but
have never heard a story of anyone making it.  There's nothing but sand for
miles.  If you don't know the area you wouldn't last two days in the heat.
The locals know where to find water.  You will find they are reluctant to
share that information."

   We continued to travel with the sun so I assume we are going in a
westerly direction.  If the saddle sores on my ass are any indication of
distance we must have traveled a thousand miles.  I do hurt.  Finally, I
actually see a tree of some sort.  We have finally arrived at our
destination.  Remembering we had traveled on the river for three days in an
westerly direction and since we have been traveling easterly today, I am
only two or so days from the coast.  I file this information for later use.
It is a large sprawling complex with a walled fortress in the middle.  The
streets are full of locals.  It is very busy and everyone appears to be in
good spirits.  My two escorts turn me over to two of their clones who in
turn hand me over to a group of young women.  They seem to enjoy my
embarrassment.  Once inside I find myself in a cool area with a large
bathing pool.  The young ladies are wearing nearly transparent outfits.  I
must admit they are very sexually attractive.  I wonder if I am to stud for
them.  Maybe this won't be too bad a gig after all.

   I am quickly stripped of my clothing and walk to the pool.  They wash me
from head to foot.  The girls seem fascinated with my foreskin.  I'm dried,
powdered and then dressed in a loose baggy outfit.  One of the young ladies
leads me to a room where food and drink are waiting.  I realize I haven't
eaten since early this morning.  I'm famished.  The door opens and a
beautiful woman comes in.

   "I'm Alishia.  I will assist you to settle in.  Do not try to escape. 
You will be caught and punished; beside you will die alone in the dessert.
I saw the sores on your buttocks.  So even if you managed to steal a horse
you wouldn't get far.  Tonight you will sleep.  Tomorrow morning I will
present you to our mistress.  She was pleased with what she saw this
morning at the auction.  Do not disappoint her."

   Everyone has been telling me attempting to escape is futile.  My plan
was to keep my mouth shut and my mind open.  If they can ride in here I
certainly should be able to ride out.  But for the time being, I will be an
obedient slave.  There's no point in being punished for nothing.  When I
leave this place I hope to have a 50-50 chance of getting home, but it'll
take time and money.  Time I have plenty of, money is a different matter.

   The room is very large and lavishly furnished.  My owners are obviously
very wealthy.  Large stone columns support the roof; the windows are open
allowing a slight breeze to flow through.  It's getting cooler.  I guess
the stories I read about the desert getting cool at night are true.

   The next morning Alishia wakes me very early.  I'm feeling better my
saddle sores don't feel as bad as they did yesterday.  I just hope today's
activities don't require equestrian challenges.  Breakfast is fresh fruit
and very strong coffee.  I wonder how they exist on a steady diet of fruit.
I asked Alishia if I could get me something more substantial, she claps her
hands for a servant and gives a command.  The servant re-appears with a
platter of flat bread.  I devour two large chunks with the fruit.  Alishia
watches with amazement.

   "Do all your people eat as you?"

   "No, just the men."

   "We've an audience with our mistress in an hour.  You're to be bathed
and dressed in the clothing on the chair.  When you approach our mistress
make sure your head is down.  Do not look at her until you're asked. 
Remember, you're a slave now.  Your life is in her hands.  There're no
human rights here.  Only speak when you are instructed too."

   "What do I call her?"

   "Mistress will do until she gives you permission to do otherwise.  You
can enjoy your life here if you respect their way of life.  Don't do or say
anything offensive.  Just listen and learn."

   "Thank you, Alishia.  Can I ask you a question?"

   "Yes.  I'm here to serve you."

   "How long have you been a slave?"

   "It has been thirteen years this June.  I was ship wrecked when they
found me in a lifeboat.  I was close to death.  The ship owner revived me
and then sold me at the same slave auction.  I've been my mistress's
personal servant ever since."

   "Are you called to serve the master?"

   "No, only a few females are called before him.  They're usually very
young and virgins.  He has thirty-five sons from his concubines.  Girls do
not add to his wealth so they don't count."

   I'm given a very quick bath with Alishia supervising the girls, no
hanky-panky this time.

   She leads me down a long corridor to a door.

   "Stay here until I come for you.  If you hear someone coming towards
you, look to the ground and don't attempt to look at them.  Do as you're
commanded if asked.  Do not speak unless you are told too."

   Same instructions again, I don't think I am going to like being a slave.
I use the time to think about escape.  What will I have to do and learn
before attempting to leave?  I know I will need a map and a compass.  The
things I was taught about survival by my dad will come in handy.  He used
to make me use a compass and map to figure out ways to get home on foot
when we went on hunting trips.  He looked at it as war games.  I always
thought it was a useless effort until now.

   I hear people approach and walk by as I wait.  Doing as instructed, my
head is bowed; no one says a word to me.  I assume two or three of them are
woman unless males in this culture wear provocative perfume.  Their scent
has the usual effect on me.  I have a raging hard on.  I hear footsteps
behind me.

   "Mistress will see you now.  Remember to remain silent until our
mistress instructs you to speak.  Obey her commands immediately.  Do not
hesitate."

   I'm led to a very large chamber; even from the angle I have to look from
everything is very luxurious.  As we enter, the Mistress's scent sweeps
over me.  It's a haunting and very sexually stimulating.  I feel a slight
pressure for me to stop.  We're in the center of the room.

   "Approach."

   Again, there's a slight pressure for me to move forward.  We walk
towards a large pile of pillows on the floor, when we reach them Alishia
goes to her knees and bows her head.  I follow suite.

   "Rise Alishia, and bring your charge to me."

   Once in front of our mistress we are instructed to look at her.  She is
beautiful.  Dressed in a transparent garb the only thing that doesn't
appear naked is her pussy.  Mistress has large firm breasts and large
nipples.  I can feel my second head picking up interest.  I try to will it
to go down without success.

   "What do they call you?"

   "Don, Mistress."

   "Remove your robe."

   I stand before her stark naked.  My erection is fully standing out from
my body.  I'm not the biggest on the block, but for my age I'm well
endowed. I watch as she studies my body.  My cock certainly enjoys the
view. "Come closer."

   I'm within an arms length of her.  She reaches out and handles my cock
and hefts my balls.  She motions for me to turn around and her hands run
over my buns.  She spreads my cheeks and I can feel her massage my brown
star.  Only Jayden has done that before.  The sensation causes my cock to
really stick out.

   "How old are you?"

   "Fourteen, Mistress."

   "You are well developed for your age.  Have you used that tool on
women?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Alishia, have you enjoyed him yet?"

   "No Mistress, I was waiting for your command."

   "Well, take him to your quarters and learn what experience he has. 
Report to me.  Have him prepared to attend me this evening after our last
meal."

   We're dismissed.  I pick up my robe.  We back out of her presence.  I
look at my Mistress in awe.  She stands up and walks away.  What a body. 
She flows as she walks.  I hope that I am to attend to her body.

   In Alishia quarters she leads me to a large lounge.  I watch as she
removes her clothing.  She is beautiful.  Her garments conceal her
well-toned body.  She certainly is a match for the Mistress.  Alishia's
long legs focus my eyes on her bountiful love lips.  Her pubes have been
shaved.  Her luv lips are heavy the minor labium's are extended beyond her
outer luv lips.  It is a sight to die for.  I am waiting for instructions.

   "My Mistress has honored me with you.  I'm to be your first and tonight
my Mistress will enjoy your company.  I'm to assess your ability to make my
Mistress feel great.  Please make love to me."

   Alishia lays naked on the lounge and beckons me to come forward.  I drop
my robe and sit beside her.

   "Don't be afraid.  Think of me as your lover.  I'm yours to do with as
you will.  Make me forget where I am."

   Now this I can handle.  Her skin is soft and warm.  Spreading her legs,
I gently start to kiss her lower legs, working my way up to her thighs. 
Her sexual scent is very evident.  Her lush pussy is moist and I can see
drops of moisture oozing from her inner lips.  This surely will be a labor
of love.  I kiss her inner thighs as I near my goal.  But then I remember
she is evaluating me for our Mistress.  I kiss her thighs but don't touch
her pussy.  Oh, how I want to taste her.  Her inner lips are so pronounced
for sucking and licking.  Her large pink clitoris is exposed as a sizable
nub asking for attention.  Kissing the area just above it, then moving to
her belly button has her body trembling.  My tongue flicks in and out of
her deep belly button, she squirms, moaning softly.  Alishia seems to be
lost in ecstasy as her body moves in a pumping fashion.  The rubies that
crest her full bust are the size of cherries.  I suck one then the other.
Alishia's body trembles continually as she experiences her first climaxes.
This woman has very sensitive nipples.  When I finally reach her face I
kiss her on the lips.  Her tongue enters my mouth.  She tastes sweet.  Our
tongues do battle with each other.  I nibble her neck then her ear lobes
and then my face is buried in her hair.  Her erotic scent is everywhere. 
I'm so hard.  I then butterfly kiss down to her lower tummy.  I still
haven't touched her pussy.  Raising her legs high exposes her large
wrinkled brown star.  It looks so appealing between her soft bum cheeks. 
My tongue finds it, tasting the juice that has been running freely from her
pussy and coating her asshole.  Alishia contracts the opening.  She
climaxes again.  Everything about her is wonderful.  I then head for
heaven. Her pussy is like a source of substance to a thirsty man.  Her
juices flow.  Her inner lips are super sensitive she squirms as I suck them
and pull on them.  It seems that every time they are touched, she climaxes.
I force my tongue deep into her pussy.  Enjoying the taste, I have found a
source of the liquid I longed for.  Alishia's pussy juice is as sweet as my
sister's.  Oh, I miss her so much.

   I suck Alishia's clitoris for a time and enjoyed the feeling of her hips
bucking as she continues to multiple climax.  Finally, I crawl beside her
and look into her beautiful face.

   "Are you feeling good, Alishia?  Did I manage to take you away from this
place?"

   "Oh Don, you're good.  The mistress will be pleased.  Now show me what
you can do with that spear."

   That's what I wanted to hear.  It's been too long since I drained my
tool.  The opportunity to cum has eluded me since my capture.  I'm really
hurting.  I didn't know how long I will be able to perform.

   Mounting her, my engorged member enters her fully.  Moving very slowly
to extend the time in her, my strokes are long and deep.  Alishia meets my
every thrust with a strong upward movement of her hips.  She's right into
the action.  Cum is building up demanding final release.  Holding off is no
longer an option.  Strings of hot cum enter Alishia's warm body.  The
feeling of sexual relief is indescribable.  It's been a long time between
pussies.  I collapse on Alishia's soft body.  She's very good.

   "Did I do well, Alishia?"

   "Very good, my report to our Mistress will be favorable.  If you do as
well with her tonight I can assure you that you will have a new girl in
your quarters every night.  There are many girls to be bred for our
Mistress, and if you're able to produce many sons your worth to her will
soar."

   Getting girls pregnant is something I have always been counseled to
avoid.  Here it's the reason for sex.  At my age something like this is
what wet dreams are about.  Certainly the thought of a new girl in my bed
every night will take a lot away of being home sick, but Jayden is still on
my mind.  The thought of her slender body still gets me excited.

   We fall asleep and are later awakened by a young lady.  She does remind
me of Jayden.  She was very young and except for a transparent costume,
also naked.  Her hairless pussy gets my attention.  This young girl I am
really interested in.

   "Mistress, you have to report to your Mistress."

   "Thank you Nia.  You will have to assist Don with his bath.  The
Mistress is expecting him this evening after our last meal."

   "As you wish, Mistress."

   "She calls you Mistress.  How many mistresses are there?"

   "She is my servant.  She is one of the young girls that will be your job
to impregnate if our Mistress approves of your performance tonight.  She is
actually one of the Masters twenty-three daughters.  You can touch, but do
not have sex with her.  Save your entire prowess for our Mistress."

   Nia leads me to the bath and helps me undress.  My face is still coated
with Alishia's pussy juice.  My collapsed spear is dripping cum.  Nia drops
her robe.  Naked, she is a dream; new life is bringing my cock back.  Her
body is much more mature than my sister's.  Her curves are very pronounced;
her breasts are small but well defined.  But it's her slit that really has
my attention.  Her love lips are very full and puffy.  I recall my
instruction from Alishia, touch but nothing more.  Fortunately, she didn't
specify what I could use to touch.  I want to taste her.

   We walk into the bath.  Nia, as instructed, starts to bath me from top
to bottom.  Her attention to detail is captivating.  Finally she gets to my
cock, which has recovered from my adventure with Alishia.  It is showing
its' appreciation of Nia's beauty.  I watch as she rolls back the foreskin
and delicately makes sure all the evidence of my prior romp with Alishia is
removed.  Her hands manipulating my cock have me very hard.  Nia keeps
bumping her face on it as she washes my legs.  Finally she leads me from
the bath and dries me with the same meticulous care.  When she is done I
reach down and bring her face to mine and kiss her.  I am sure it is like
kissing an angel.  The way Nia returns my kiss belies her real age.  I lift
Nia and sit her on the window ledge, spreading her legs and kissing her
love lips.  Her nectar is flowing, delighting my taste buds.  I have truly
found a replacement for Jayden's pussy juice until I return home.  Until
Jayden and I are able to meet again, Nia will provide me with the elixir I
desire.  Her body trembles with climaxes then I feel her hands on my head.

   "You must attend the mistress shortly.  I thank you for what you did for
me.  I'll remember it always."

   Nia hands me a white robe and leads me to a door.  I assume it is my
Mistress's bedroom.

   "Stay here until you're summoned.  I will meet you when you are
dismissed."

   I sit on a small bench and wait.  I hear voices so I make a point of
looking down.  It's a group of women and as they pass I can hear them
giggling.  They obviously know about my assignment.  I've seen very few
males since arriving, not that I'm complaining.  All the women are very
attractive and appealing.

   "Enter."

   Since I'm the only one in the area, I enter.

   "Come to me Don Parson."

   I slowly walk toward the sound of her voice not looking at her.

   "Release the robe.  You may look at me."

   She is lying on a very large lounge.  She is covered with a transparent
wisp of silk.  Nothing is left to my imagination.  Her legs are spread
giving me a view of her warm moist heaven.  Her puffy love lips are open
showing her large suckable minor labium.

   "Alishia has given you a very good recommendation.  She called you a
master with a tongue.  I like that.  I also love tasting the seed of a man.
She said you have plenty, now I will see for myself.  Come lay beside me."

   With my body stretched out beside her, she reaches for my cock and
caresses me.  Her hands are soft, warm and experienced.  I watch as she
rolls back the foreskin then lowers her head and starts to suck.  Her
skilled mouth and tongue have me moaning in seconds.  Her hand cups my
balls.  As if it had a mind of its own my body slowly starts to thrust deep
into her mouth.  I'm being given a blowjob by my Mistress and don't even
know her name.  Mind you it doesn't stop me from enjoying her very talented
mouth.  Then I pump cum, strings of hot cum, deep into her throat.

   "I have to agree with Alishia your seeds are plentiful.  From this point
on you not waste them.  You are to place them in the females assigned to
you or I will drink from you.  Your first charge will be Nia.  She is a
daughter of the Master.  I'll be to your benefit to produce males.  Now
come to me and take care of my needs."

   Since my plan had worked with Alishia, I use the same approach with my
Mistress.  Her scent makes this a work of love.  Starting with her feet,
then slowly working up her body, I kiss my way past heaven.  The heat from
her love lips act as a lure I have to fight.  I work my way around her
lovely pussy and concentrate on her breasts and strawberry nipples.  She is
moaning and her body is tossing from side to side.

   "Don, you do know how to please a woman.  I am joyfully surprised. 
You're so young."

   "Please tell me your name mistress."

   "You may call me Tamara.  Continue your assault on my senses."

   I continue to suck and massage her full breasts.  I take a chance and
kiss her full ruby lips.  Her arms circle my neck.  I feel her legs spread
as my spear finds its' moist home.  Entering Tamara is moist and warm.  Her
body is driving her hips against me.  I meet the challenge.  Her warm vise
coxes cum from my reserve.  I surprise myself at my recovery.  My seed
rushes deep into her.  I collapse exhausted, molded into her body.

   Tamara's hands are flowing through my hair as she hums.  She sounds very
satisfied and complete.  Now, my body needs time to recuperate.  I'm
thinking of how I have dreamed of continuous sex, now I'm living it with
two beautiful willing partners in one day and Nia's next in line.  If this
were at home I would be in heaven.  We must have fallen asleep because the
next thing I feel was Alishia waking me.

   "Come.  Go to your sleeping quarters."

   I gather up my robe and follow her to my room.

   "You did well tonight, Don.  My Mistress seldom allows her partner to
stay with her after she's been satisfied.  Feel honored she allowed you to
sleep in her arms.  I'll call on you tomorrow morning with her comments. 
Good night."

   I watch as she disappeared down the corridor.  My lounge looks so
inviting; it's been a long sexual day.  Sleep is about to overtake me when
Nia crawls in beside me.  She's naked and snuggles into my body.  Her small
body molds to mine, we fall asleep.

   I must have been dreaming about Jayden because when I awake Nia's nipple
is in my mouth and my hand is playing with her hairless pussy.  Opening my
eyes Nia is watching me smiling.

   "Who's Jayden?  You kept saying her name as you fondled me."

   "Jayden is my sister.  We're very close and I miss her."

   "I like it what you were doing to my nipples and when you licked me
yesterday.  No one has ever done anything like that before.  I feel great
joy that the Mistress has selected me to be the first to accept your seed.
I pray you will produce a son with me.  It'll make my father accept me as a
good daughter."

   "Have you been with a man before?"

   "No, but I've been taught how to please you.  All my sisters have been
taught the ways of making love.  I hope your seeds are strong.  I wish to
have many sons for my father."

   "How old are you?"

   "I will be eleven shortly.  Don't let my age hinder your duty.  Many
girls younger than I've had their first child; some are pregnant with their
second."

   At fourteen to be called upon to impregnate young girls has my spear
ready for action.  Nia is very desirable.  She is teasing me by caressing
my cock.  Her body is slight, so much like Jayden's.  Nia has more
pronounced breasts and lovely nipples.  I can see the top of her pussy, and
her swollen outer lips.  She's on her back now with her legs spread.  I
start to kiss her, starting with her forehead and slowly work my way down
to her puffy pussy.  Drops of liquid elixir flow; it coats her outer love
lips.  I kiss it away then gently open her blossom to expose her
well-formed pink inner lips.  Kissing and licking I savor her ambrosia;
Nia's now moaning and wiggling.  I'm ready to do what I have been directed
to do.  My ram is at her swollen slit.  Her eyes are now open and I sense
her hand guiding me to heaven.  It feels like the head of my cock is being
seared as I enter her.  Her maidenhead is resisting my advance.  Nia raises
her hips pushing the barrier against my ram.  With a short powerful thrust,
I'm through, buried in Nia.

   As expected, Nia's very tight.  This brings my sexual potential to the
forefront.  I never realized my stamina; these last few days have put it to
the test.  Nia's the third woman in less than twenty-four hours and my
first virgin.  Nia really reminds me of Jayden.  My efforts are slow and
gentle for Nia.  The thought of her small body beneath me makes my body
tremble.

   Nia is moaning and getting into the swing of things.  My strokes are
deep and long.  Nia's upward thrusts are strong; I can feel her hipbones
striking mine.  Strings of hot cum pump deep into her.  If my sperm is
strong and she is ready, conception should take place.  I collapse onto her
small body.  Both of us are breathing heavily.

   "Thank you, Don.  We'll do it again tonight.  Today you will be shown
the rest of the complex.  I'm sure Alishia will want you to pleasure her
again.  I watched her loose herself with you yesterday.  You're the first
man to please her.  Others were only concerned about pleasing themselves."

   The day started off well with Nia's cherry to my credit.  Nia excuses
herself and leaves.  After bathing I dress and wait.  Fresh food has been
delivered for my morning meal.  Alishia announces herself and comes into my
quarters.

   "Don, you did well.  Our Mistress was pleased with your prowess.  Nia's
sore, but very excited.  This is the correct time of the month for her.  If
your seed is strong a new son may on its way.  Nia will be your companion
every evening until Mistress assigns you the next young lady.  But now I'll
show you the rest of the complex."

   She leads me to the outer complex.  There're paths through the garden
with a number of hidden alcoves each one equipped with a comfortable
lounge. Their purpose is quite obvious.  Alishia looked longingly at each
of them and then at me.  Her instructions to show me the complex were the
only reason we didn't enjoy them.  I'm surprised at the vastness of the
garden.  It must take many man-hours to maintain the greenery in the middle
of the desert, not to mention the liquid gold, water.

   What fascinates and surprises me is the library.  Hundreds of leather
bound books grace the shelves.  I look at the titles some with great
interest.  There are a number that are concerned with the desert and a
number of atlases as well.

   "Who among the residents may use this library?"

   "All who can read?  Are you interested in reading?"

   "Yes.  Perhaps they will give me insight about your customs and then I
wouldn't be such a dunce."

   "I'll ask the Mistress for permission for you to use the library.  Since
you are the newest it would be prudent to ask."

   "Thank you, Alishia."

   She leads me to a large structure within the main complex.  Inside are
dozens of pretty young girls all about Nia's age.  Their complexions are
all different shades, but all are very attractive.

   "These are the young ladies awaiting your services.  Most are daughters
of the master, but some are young slaves.  As you can see you will be busy
for a number of months."

   It is like I have died and gone to heaven.  All of the beautiful young
girls are in different stages of development, some were awesome and others
like my sister, Jayden, were featureless.  They all have very intriguing
faces.  None would be refused my special services.

   "Are they all virgins?"

   "Yes.  No one would dare touch the property of the Master without
permission.  You've permission to enjoy each one as our Mistress assigns
them to your bed.  Do not take your assignment lightly.  It's a great
honor."

   "In my world something like this is just a dream.  I'll complete all the
tasks as assigned."

   I can feel my cock rising to the occasion.  I want to start right now.
Alishia leads me to the stables and the kitchens.  Everywhere we go the
people are working and all appear happy.  No one shows any negative signs.
Returning to the main house by walking through the garden, Alishia pulls me
into an alcove.

   "Make love to me.  I can't get you out of my mind.  No man has ever made
me feel as you did yesterday."

   Alishia is very desirable.  Yesterday, I found that she really enjoys
being eaten.  I lean her back on the lounge and remove her pantaloons. 
Spreading her legs I enjoy the aroma of her beautiful wet pussy before I
bury my face in her dampness.  My tongue does its magic.  Alishia moans and
tenses as she climaxes.  I lap up her continuous flow.  A number of times I
hear footsteps and then giggles of young ladies enjoying the garden.  They
accept seeing another female being satisfied as being something normal.

   "Oh, that was breathtaking; it makes me feels so relaxed.  Please cum in
me."

   With that I remove my baggy bottoms and enter her at a very odd angel. I
hope I have another load of sperm ready.  My system doesn't let me down as
warm sperm enters Alishia.  I wonder if she also wants to become pregnant.

   Later in the afternoon Alishia advises me that I have free run of the
compound and the library.  However, she warns me not to take advantage of
these privileges.  I have no intentions of doing anything unless I know
I've a good chance of escape.

   That evening I make love with Nia again, she falls asleep in my arms.  I
relax beside her, but my mind is working on an escape plan.  I make a
mental list of all the items that would be necessary for a successful
attempt.

   But that is another story which will be posted shortly.

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   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental