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Chapter 12
When Maritje approached me to ask for permission to enter
you into the boxing match for the chance to win your freedom I felt a little
disappointed. I had already heard your declaration
of love for me and your willingness to serve me devotedly, if you were given
another chance, from the various microphones and concealed cameras dotted about
the house, but it seems there is still a large part of you that is desperate to
obtain your freedom. Would that part of
you come back to the surface if I ever took a chance on bringing you back home
to continue serving me, instead of selling you?
Perhaps at the start you would be the most devoted of slaves, but in
time your resentment of me might grow again and if that happened what would you
be prepared to do to me to become free?
There is no way I would put myself at risk of your violence
again, so now I am stuck ‘between a rock and a hard place’ as the expression
goes. I can understand your need for
freedom (perhaps if I had treated you better at the beginning you would have
been more content to accept your fate, but now I will never know), but in
reality although I have brought you here I have no wish to sell you, I want to
take you home. In spite of what you did
to me there is a part of me that has become addicted to you and I do not want
to let you go. The sensible side of me
knows that I should rid myself of you because of your unpredictable behaviour,
and because I have allowed myself to develop feelings for you that are not
appropriate to have towards a slave. And
that is what makes you more dangerous.
Each time I have dropped my guard and allowed you some freedom to be my
lover instead of my slave you have taken advantage of that and tried to
escape. I was hoping when I first bought
you that over time, you would come to accept your position and be content to
serve me. And then I would have been able
to give you a better life with more freedom once trust developed between us. I never wanted to keep you permanently in
bondage or make your life a misery, but it appears that if I changed my mind
and took you home again both of those things would be your life for a long time
to come.
After discussing the situation with Maritje who has told me
what you said to her, I have come to the decision to allow you to fight for
your freedom, although with the agreement of Maritje there is one change to the
usual boxing match. I need to see just
how badly you want your freedom, and who you are prepared to fight to obtain
it. If you react the way I hope you
will, I will have the answer to my questions about you.
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The following morning you wake early after a bad night’s
sleep. Your left arm is numb after
sleeping with your weight on it, but you wake in a good mood. Even the fact that the guy above you did piss
on you during the night cannot dampen your mood. Today could be the last day of your
enslavement. You could soon be going
home!
Dan arrives to collect you and the others. You are all chained together by your collars
and led to the shower block to use the toilet and showers. You have been desperate to use the toilet for
a couple of hours but were determined not to humiliate yourself by pissing on
the floor of the cage. You do hope
though that you get to fight the guy who slept above you. You would love to give him a beating for
pissing on you. The dirty bastard should
have been able to keep his piss in his bladder for a few hours!
After showering you are led still chained to each other to
the room where you eat your breakfast from bowls on the floor. You have never been able to come to terms
with the humiliation of eating like a dog from the floor and you hope that this
is the last time you have to do it. Once
finished you are separated from the others, as you are the only one from this
group who is due to fight. It appears
that the others are new arrivals brought here ready for the auction taking
place tomorrow. The exercise in the gym
was to make their bodies look the best the owners can make them, so that they
fetch the highest price possible at the sale.
The boxing match is to be held in the evening so you still
have slave duties to perform throughout the day. You can hardly contain your excitement about
your chance for freedom, and the evening cannot come soon enough for you. Today you are not put to work in the
gardens. If you are forced to do manual
work you will be too tired to fight, and that would disappoint the guests
greatly. They are looking forward to
seeing grown men fighting desperately for their freedom. You are therefore put
to work cleaning the kitchen and other household duties with some of the female
slaves. You do not see Dennis all day so
don’t have the opportunity to discuss the fight with him. You want to be able to tell him that if you
win you will not stop until you have obtained his freedom too. Even if it means you have to take out a huge
bank loan to purchase him from his owner.
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As the time approaches for the boxing match you are released
from your duties and taken to the shower block to wash, shave and prepare
yourself. A female slave is brought in
to oil your body for you with bronzing oil.
It is important that you look good in the boxing ring. You can feel your excitement rising. You have no fear of fighting a man you have
never met, and you will do whatever is necessary to him to make sure that you
win.
When you are ready the female slave winds cloth around your
hands in preparation, you think, for the boxing gloves to be put on. However once she has finished you are taken
straight away to the room where the fight will take place. As you approach the room you can hear that a
fight is already in progress. The cheers
and jeers coming from the audience make you nervous and your stomach starts
churning and your heart beats faster.
You are made to stand outside the door until it is your turn to
fight.
Shortly after the room becomes quieter, which you realise
signals the end of the fight and the door is opened and a slave – the loser in
this fight by the look of him, is dragged out.
You are concerned when you see that he has been battered and has livid
bruises and cuts all over his body, except his face. He is groaning in agony and you suspect that
he has a few broken bones to go with the cuts and bruises. He looks as if he has been in a street fight
not a boxing match with the competitors wearing boxing gloves!
When you are pushed into the room, you realise why the poor
guy looked so bad. There are no boxing
gloves and the boxing ring is in fact a large square cage in the middle of a
huge room. Chairs have been placed
around all sides of the cage, and the audience is sitting waiting with
anticipation for the next fight to start.
With a sinking feeling you realise that this is not a true boxing
match. It is in fact cage fighting, an
‘underground’ sport and completely illegal.
You have read about the ‘sport’ and know that there are hardly any
rules. You could find yourself literally
beaten to death. Fuck, you should have
realised that in this world of slaves and Masters that you would never be given
an easy chance to win your freedom.
Boxing you may have been good at in your youth, but street fighting is a
different matter. You haven’t had a
fight since you were at school, and with a sudden feeling of certainty you know
that you are not going to come out of this fight very well, unless your
opponent is even worse at fighting than you.
At this point you are quite glad that you are wearing a chastity
tube. At least your cock will have some
protection, if no other part of your body does.
Just before you are pushed into the cage the manacles on
your wrists and ankles are removed. Your
freedom to move will not be restricted once locked into the cage. A mouth guard is however fitted and strapped
tightly round your head so that you cannot spit it out. As well as protecting your teeth from any stray
punches to your face it will stop you biting or ripping chunks of flesh from
your opponent.
Once in the cage you are ordered to stand in the centre with
your head down, hands behind your head and your legs spread wide apart to await
your opponent. You do so and stand there
waiting in nervous anticipation, hoping to God that you don’t have to fight a
‘hard’ man. The 50 year old skinny slave
would suit you. You would have no
problems fighting him and beating him to a pulp if necessary.
The cage door creaks open on hinges that need oiling and you
know that your opponent has joined you.
Although you still do not know who he is, you are too scared to raise
your head until ordered to do so. The
rules of the fight are explained to you:
And that is the only rule.
Each round lasts 3 minutes and will be signalled by the
sound of a bell.
The bell sounds the start of the 1st round and
you look up to face your opponent. The shock on your faces mirror each other. You and Dennis will be fighting each other
for your freedom. Fuck. You have no time to think beyond that as
Dennis launches himself at you. Totally
unprepared, the first punch to your stomach floors you. Your instincts and previous boxing training
take over and you roll away from him before he can land too many more punches
to your body.
You know the score now, he is prepared to beat you to obtain
his freedom and you must try and do the same to him. Although you don’t have the time to think
about this situation you do know that if by any remote chance you should win
this fight you will not hold his willingness to fight you against him. You will still try and free him. With that thought in your mind you return his
blows with all your strength. You are
surprised by the strength behind your blows and realise that you have become
stronger with all the hard manual work you have been doing in the garden this
last week, and the adrenaline pumping through you.
Although Dennis is bigger than you your determination to win
your freedom gives you added strength, and although he is your friend you do
not hold back when punching him. By
round 3 though you are both exhausted and the blows are not as concentrated as
they were at the start. Neither of you
seems to be gaining any ground from the other, making you wonder how many
rounds either of you will be capable of fighting before you both collapse. But maybe that is what the owners want to
happen. If you both collapse neither of
you will win, which means that neither of you will win your freedom but the
audience will have been greatly entertained by watching you half kill each
other. You wonder if I knew what was going
to happen to you when I agreed that you could fight. Did I know that you would be cage fighting?
And was it my way of punishing you? I was not physically capable of beating you
for what you did to me, but another guy is. And as you had volunteered to
fight, you would never be able to blame me for the battering you are now
getting.
You don’t have time to figure out the answers as the bell
rings again for round 4. You are both
now so tired that you are only half heartedly fighting each other, but then
just before the time is up you get a lucky punch in knocking Dennis backwards
so that he hits his head against the cage bars before he collapses unconscious
to the floor. The audience shout their
approval as you are announced the winner of the second fight of the
contest. You are upset at knocking
Dennis out, but know in your heart as he did in his, that neither of you had
any choice but to fight each other. Now
you have only one more fight left, with the winner of the previous fight. The winner of your next fight will then be
free. As you look up to face the guests
when you are declared the winner you notice that I am sitting in the front
row. I have watched the whole fight,
although the expression on my face is blank.
I am giving nothing away of my feelings watching you fight your friend. I have discovered from watching you that your
freedom is important enough for you to be able to beat into unconsciousness
your own friend. I can now only wait to
see how much further you are prepared to go to win your freedom. The way you react when you see your next
opponent will tell me what I need to know.
You are given an hour to shower and recover enough to have
the strength to fight a second time. This
also gives the guests the opportunity to retire to the drawing room for drinks
and a buffet for those who are hungry.
Your body is aching beyond belief but a quick check over from Dan
confirms that you have no broken bones and that you are fit enough to continue
fighting.
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Standing in the cage for the second time you glance over to
where I am again sitting but like the first time my face gives away nothing of
my feelings, although inside my heart is beating faster as I wait to see what
you will do when faced with your opponent.
Just how desperate are you for freedom?
Will you be prepared to beat the next opponent into unconsciousness, as
you did to your friend?
Head bowed, you hear the cage door open for the second
time. Again the only rule is read out
and the bell rings for the start of the first round. This time you are prepared, you will not be
taken unawares by the man you are about to fight. You raise your head immediately the bell
sounds and ready yourself to launch into a frenzied assault on him.
FUCK!!!
Please don’t let the sight in front of you be real. If it is real you have lost before the fight
has begun. You cannot fight your
opponent no matter how much freedom means to you. After your assault on me you made a solemn
vow to me and to yourself that no matter how provoked you would never again
raise your hand to a woman. There is no
way on earth that you can bring yourself to viciously attack the female slave
standing opposite you. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
If you had known you would be fighting a woman in the next round, you would
have let Dennis win. Then you would not
be left in this dreadful situation, knowing that by refusing to fight her you
have caused both you and Dennis to spend the rest of your lives in miserable
slavery.
As you stand there in shock the slave -
As the bell sounds for the end of the first round she abruptly
stops and walks to a corner of the cage while you crawl on hands and knees to
another. You slump against the bars
trying to control your breathing and wincing with the pain. You glance over at me to see me deep in
conversation with Maritje. So, I can’t
even be bothered to look at you and acknowledge that you are prepared to lose
the fight and your freedom in order to keep your promise that you would never
be violent to a woman again. You can’t
help but think that I am a complete bitch.
Why the hell are you bothering to lie there and take this beating from a
woman when you could so easily overpower her and beat her to a pulp and become
a free man? You can feel the anger
rising in you at my indifference. There
you are – in a cage being beaten by a woman and doing nothing to defend
yourself, knowing that by doing so you are condemning yourself to a life of
misery as some guy’s fuck toy and I can’t even be bothered to acknowledge it.
It crosses your mind to break your promise and just do what
you have to, to get out of this hell hole and back to normal life. After all I obviously don’t give a shit about
you. But even as these thoughts go
through your mind you know that you still can not bring yourself to hit your
opponent. If you did, what sort of man
would that make you? At the end of the
day this woman is also fighting for her freedom. Could you really fight her condemning her to
a life of misery as a slave while you go free, knowing that your freedom was
gained by beating a woman and leaving her to a life of degradation and
humiliation? You know that the answer is
no, and so when the bell sounds for the start of round 2, you get to your feet
and stand in the centre of the cage waiting for the next attack.
You stand there taking the blows she deals you, ignoring the
heckling and shouts from the audience that call you a faggot and worse, urging
you to fight like a man. This is not the
sport they came to see. They want to see
you fight each other, not see you stand there just accepting all the blows that
come your way. Each time
More abuse is hurled at you for ruining their entertainment
but you are too exhausted and in too much pain to care. Victoria is led out of the cage to be prepared
for her freedom ceremony in the morning at the start of the auction, but for
you a steward enters the cage, removes the mouth guard and checks you over to
make sure that there are no broken bones or injuries that require medical
treatment and when he is satisfied that your health is okay he drags you over
to one corner of the cage where he ties you by your collar and a long chain to
the bars.
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As the fight started I was watching you intently to see how
you would react when faced with a woman to fight. My heart went out to you, as I watched the
emotions pass over your face as you realised that to obtain your freedom you
would have to break your promise that you would never hit a woman again in your
life. I knew that this would probably be
the most difficult decision for you to make in your life. It was down to me that your final fight was
with a woman. When I discussed allowing
you to fight with Maritje I agreed that you could enter the match providing
that she fixed it so that you had to fight both a friend and a woman. I needed to see how you reacted to both. If you had been prepared to fight both of
them just to become free then I would know that the violent streak in you
remained, and I would never be able to trust you. You have no idea how relieved I was that you
refused to fight
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But now you are lying slumped in the corner of the fight
cage, eyes closed your mind going over the events of this evening and the
consequences you will now face because of your decision to refuse to
fight. Concentrating on thinking things
through helps in some way to block out the pain in your battered body. You do not hear me open the cage door and
approach you and are startled when you feel my cool hand touch your face. When you open your eyes you are amazed to see
me kneeling in front of you my hands cupping your face while I smile gently at
you. You open your mouth to speak. You have a million questions to ask me – am I
proud of you for refusing to hurt another woman, do I hate you for what you did
and to beg me to let you come home amongst all the other things you want to say
to me, but I silence you by placing a finger on your lips. Although you are desperate to speak to me you
do not want to risk annoying me and making me walk away, you want to feel me
close to you for as long as possible, and so you remain silent.
You sit there confused while I offer you water to drink and
some pain killers. When you have taken
them I set about massaging ointment into your bruised and battered body to ease
the pain and to help the bruises fade as quickly as possible. You can’t understand me. One minute I am cold as ice. Totally ignoring your suffering during the
beating and the next minute here I am trying to ease your pain and make you
more comfortable. The touch of my hands
gliding over your body arouses you, even in the state you are in; you cannot stop
your body’s reaction to my touch. Your
cock starts to harden until it fills the chastity tube and can grow no
more. It is agony for you and you
desperately want me to stop so that your cock can return to its flaccid state,
while at the same time you don’t want me to ever stop caressing you. You are in torment to which I seem totally
oblivious.
When I have finished tending to you I tell you to lie down
and place a thin blanket that I have brought with me over you. Although the
punishment for the loser of the final fight is to be publicly displayed in the
cage for the amusement of the other guests for the remainder of the evening and
through the night, which I can do nothing about I can at least make you more
comfortable and warmer.
I sit there with you for a while, stroking your face and
hair as the exhaustion takes over and you close your eyes. Just as you are about to fall asleep I lean
over and kiss your forehead, and you are sure that I also whispered to you how
proud you made me by refusing to fight the slave Victoria even though you knew
your freedom would be lost forever, and that I hoped you would continue to make
me proud tomorrow by being the best slave up for sale at the auction in the
morning. You fall asleep, happy and
miserable at the same time. Happy that I am proud of you and miserable because I am still
selling you. So tired are you
that you do not wake or stir even when various guests come in to gawp at you.
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The following morning you wake early, your body stiff and
aching. For a moment when you wake you
are not sure where you are, but after a few moments you remember the events of
the night before and the reason for your aching body this morning. Stretching out your limbs to try and relieve
the aching in them you notice a plate has been placed on the floor next to you
containing a full English breakfast. Eggs, sausages, bacon,
the lot. Next to that is a
steaming mug of coffee. With a small sad
smile to yourself you realise that this is the condemned man’s last
breakfast. It has been a long time since
you tasted decent food and drunk a mug of coffee. You have even been given a fork to eat the
food with! You grab the plate at once
and start wolfing down the food. You are
starving and want to eat as much as you can before someone comes
and takes it away from you, but nobody does come, you are allowed to eat it all
and drink the coffee in peace.
When you eventually hear the door to the room open you
scramble to your knees and clasp your hands behind your head in the submissive
position. It is Maritje herself who has
come to release you.
This time she speaks to you in English ‘So then slave, you
chose not to take the opportunity given to you to grab your freedom. It would have been very easy for you to
overcome your female opponent. Freedom
was yours for the taking, but you chose not to. Why?’
Replying in English too you say ‘Because Ma’am I made a vow
to my Mistress and to myself that I would never again in my life raise my hand
to a woman. I am sure you know of the
real reason my Mistress is selling me. I did terrible things to her when she gave me
some freedom and I already find it difficult to live with my conscience. I would do anything for my Mistress, if she
would forgive me, but I know it is too late and I accept whatever fate awaits
me. But I hope that my Mistress will
take comfort in knowing that no matter how provoked or angry I am I will not
under any circumstances ever again inflict pain on a woman.’
‘So you would rather become the plaything of a Master, and
descend into a life of hell rather than become free?’
‘But Ma’am I would have become a free man by inflicting pain
and violence on a woman. As much as I
want to be free I can not obtain my freedom in that way. I would never be able
to live with my conscience if I did that, so ja (yes)
I would rather descend into hell and allow the woman to have the chance of a
free life’.
‘I do know what happened slave and if you make your Mistress
proud today by being the most obedient slave up for auction I am sure she will
forgive you. She has already spoken to
me about your refusal to fight last night, and I think she is prepared to sell
you to another Mistress rather than a Master, as she feels you have proved that
you can control your violence’.
‘Please Ma’am, would you do something for me? Would you
please talk to my Mistress and tell her again how sorry I am for all the things
I did, and tell her that I will do my best to make her proud of me today.’
‘I will do that for you slave but now it is time for you to
get ready for the auction’.
With that, she releases you from the cage and allows you to
walk unfettered and without being led by the leash to the shower block. You are the only one in there this
morning. All the other slaves were woken
much earlier as they had to prepare the room for the auction and also attend to
other duties. At my request, you were
allowed to sleep longer and be excused the chores that needed to be done this
morning. When you have showered and
shaved your face and chest you apply the bronzing oil to your body so that you
look your best for when it is your turn to be auctioned.
You are not sure whether you will be clothed or naked for
the auction although you have noticed a pile of clothes and a cardboard box
placed on a chair near the wash basins. Curious,
you move closer to inspect them, incase they have been left for you. Picking up the top item you unfold it and
hold it up and are surprised to see that it is the jacket of a tropical dress
uniform worn by the Dutch navy. As you
hold up each item and then open the cardboard box you realise that it is the
full dress uniform. You know that it
cannot be meant for anyone other than you so you put the clothes on, feeling
strange as you button up the jacket. The
top button will not do up because of the slave collar round your neck, but the
clothes are a good fit, although the trousers are a bit loose at the
waist. As you take the hat out of the
box you notice that in the bottom of the box there are five medals. You take them out and with a shock see your
name on them. Oh my God, this is your
own uniform! You sit down heavily on the
chair completely dumbstruck that you are wearing your own uniform. How the hell did the auction house obtain
them?
Unknown to you, when your kidnap was arranged and the naval
authorities informed of your transfer to the Secret Services, all your clothes,
including your uniform, and your personal effects were boxed up and stored in a
warehouse. When I bought you it was all
shipped over to
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