The Japanese Master

by Mark Andrews

  It was quite horrible the first few times and she blushed beautifully as her wastes extruded from her anus, a fact noted by her audience who commented excitedly to each other. Mostly they spoke in their own language to one another but some of the men and women there clearly were of different tribes and in these cases, the language was English and so she heard their comments:

  “Just look at her fine buttocks, Kwamba. I love the way they clench as she pushes the turd out ...”

  “You’re right, but just look at her udders juddering. I’m going to ask N’dona for her body soon. I want to maul them hard and make her scream ...”

  “I like her fine muscles. If I can get her as a sex-slut for the night, I’m going to make her ride my pole for hours ...”

  Jill shuddered as she listened to these comments. Acting out their role as animals during the day was horrible but it sounded as if the nights might be even worse.

  She and Davey, and a few of the other ‘animals’ chosen for sex with their master and his guests were collected by the keepers and taken into the house where they were showered, all together in a large recess obviously constructed with the purpose of cleaning up to a dozen people at once and then issued with a fragrant light oil to rub deeply into their skins.

  Davey poured the oil into his hands and over Jill’s body and worked it deep into her flesh for the head keeper told them they were not meant to glisten with the oil but rub it in deep. It was a pleasant feeling and afterwards, made them tingle all over, especially down at her loins and when she swapped over and rubbed it into Davey’s body his cock responded almost immediately, rising to a full majestic erection that just wouldn’t go down.

  He had delighted in massaging the oil into her body, feeling her soft skin and the firm muscles beneath it, stroking her lovely breasts and her flat belly; the soft rounded curves of her buttocks and the muscular, harder meat of her thighs, especially the inner surface that was so soft and smooth ...

  And she had enjoyed feeling his hard muscles as she had returned the favour. All around them, their companions were doing the same thing, rubbing, stroking, feeling each others bodies while the keepers grinned and enjoyed the salacious show.

  But then it was time to deliver them to their partners for the night.

  Jill and Davey were both destined for N’dona’s bed. The keeper brought them to the room and watched as the magnate’s body servant took them into his bedroom and locked the pair of them by their nose rings to the bed head. The chain was not too heavy and at each end was fitted with a clasp that allowed it to be locked to the ring on the bed head and the ones through their noses but once locked, could only be opened with a key.

  The bed had been stripped of its covers and now they lay on a black satin sheet, waiting for their master. The valet told them to be patient and not to touch each other, and to make sure they didn’t, he armed himself with a switch and sat down on a chair beside the bed, ready to lash their bodies if they as much as reached out to the other.

  That didn’t stop him feeling them, though and he made the most of it, allowing his big black hands to stroke their flesh, especially at the most private parts: Jill’s breasts and now nakedly smooth vagina and David’s still hard cock and his balls.

  They tried to ignore the indecent fondling, staring straight up at the ceiling above their heads but it was impossible. The valet was a handsome lad and his ever apparent grin was infectious and soon Jill had opened her legs to allow him easier access to her sex while Davey smiled at the boy as his hand encircled his rigid pole.

  He was careful not to take either of them too far though. N’dona allowed him this much leeway with his slaves but Davey’s seed had to be preserved and he well knew his own bottom would taste the switch in his hand if he overstepped the mark and brought the slaveboy to a climax.

  N’dona appeared at last, striding into the room to stare down at the pair of perfect white sex-slaves now lying side by side in the middle of his bed. His valet moved up to him and carefully removed the robes that covered his body, one by one until he was as naked as the pair on the bed.

  They stared at him once more. They had already seen him naked of course but now, here in his bedroom, the perfection of his body seemed even greater: the broad shoulders, wide chest, rippled belly and powerful thighs and buttocks - but above all the huge weapon between his legs, as nakedly exposed in his hairless groin as their were. As he stared down at them it began to grow and within a few seconds was slapping hard up against the ridged planes of his belly muscles.

  He bounded up onto the bed with the energy of a boy of sixteen and settled down between the pair of them, turning to Jill and sliding his cock into her body then growling at Davey to “fuck me, boy, hard and long ...”

  Davey was astounded. This so virile man wanted him to fuck him? But that was better than being fucked and so he moved up closer to his owner who raised his right leg to allow him access to his anus and kept it up high until his poker-like weapon was deep inside the Nigerian’s ass - and then, holding him around his belly, the white boy began to fuck ...

  This wasn’t making love. This was fucking, pure and simple. Of course he felt for Jill. The man’s cock was enormous. Twice as big as his and that was saying something for his weapon was no chicken. But then her heard her whimpers of pleasure and he smiled. At least she wasn’t in pain ...

  By now both of them had put aside their horror at having to perform sexually with other people - even people of their own sex. Akira’s brainwashing techniques were as good as anything then known and while they still wanted each other, there was no jealousy now when they were forced to watch the other engaging in hot raw sex with someone else. They knew they were slaves and slaves were used sexually. It was as simple as that.

  Far from being appalled at her use as a sexual object, Jill delighted in her master’s use of her body. His muscles were equally as good as her Davey’s and as his flesh rammed against her breasts, belly and thighs, she thrilled at the contact.

  She also thrilled at his huge poker teasing her clit. Big and all as it was, she had been trained to take the biggest there was and to work the inner muscles of her vagina to inflame the male even more. Her other muscles were used to the same purpose, of course. Akira had trained her, and David as well, of course, to make their muscles ripple as their partner of the moment touched them with his body and by now she could do this reflexively, without even thinking about it.

  As a result, she was better at sex than the finest whore in the world and N’dona gloried in her body, feeling her velvet-smooth skin, kissing her soft lips, pulling her hard into his great body while his tool continued to piston in and out of her vagina.

  And he enjoyed the boy no less. Davey knew that for all his concentration on Jill’s body, if he didn’t perform to the very best of his training and skill, he would be in for trouble and the keepers had made sure they understood that N’dona could be a good master but if he was crossed, then look out!

  Accordingly, with his right hand under the Nigerian’s so muscular right arm and encircling his massive chest, he ploughed his cock as hard as he could in and out of his backside. He was surprised to feel N’dona, gripping it tightly at times, wondering how he could even be aware of his anus while engaged on fucking Jill so frenetically, but he was and Davey actually came to enjoy what he was doing.

  The feel of the velvet-smooth black skin under his hands was electric. The man’s muscles weren’t so big they were out of proportion to his giant frame, but the feel of them under his fingers was wonderful. So were his bubble-shaped buttocks as his own so naked pubes hit them with each stroke of his loins.

  Davey really got into the swing of the sex now, forgetting he was a slave - an animal on display in this man’s human zoo and delighting in the power and raunchiness of the sex.

  So was Jill. She was not an expert on the subject but she knew in her in
nermost soul that no-one else, even including Davey, could have given her so much pleasure as this man was. She forgot he owned her. That he thought of her as his slave, to be bought and sold, used and abused at his own whim and that if he wished, he could have her tortured to death. It was just as well for as slaves, as animals in his zoo, they had little of life’s pleasures and if she could immerse herself totally in the sex for an hour or so, it would make her forget ...

  And both she and Davey did forget. The boy was by now as deeply into the sex as his girlfriend was and with his conditioning, the fact that he was now engaging in sex with a man didn’t even faze him. All his anathema towards homosexuals was now long gone. He would have preferred to have made love to a woman and preferably to the beautiful Jill but if a male was all that was on offer, then he would take part in it with as much gusto as if it was indeed his own lovely girl.

  N’dona spurted his load into Jill and then pulled out of her, turning onto his back while Davey extricated himself as best he could from his master’s muscular bottom to lie beside him while the huge black man idly stroked both their bodies. But then he slipped his hands under their heads and gripping their shoulders, pulled them close to his body. They snuggled up to him, pleased at his apparent good will towards them. He held them close for a few minutes then asked if they would enjoy making love to each other once more.

  For answer, they turned into his body and each of them kissed him passionately.

  N’dona was a very strange mixture of a man. On the one hand, he hated the white races for what they had done to Africa and Africans over the last four hundred-odd years, enslaving the people and colonising the ancient tribal lands for their own profit and self-aggrandisement and he delighted in enslaving representatives of those races and caging them in his private human zoo so he could gloat over their own slavery and humiliation.

  But on the other hand, he harboured no such feelings of ill-will towards the individual slaves - as people. He could stand at the bars of his cages and stare in at the human animals collectively and glory in their status as human animals but when he brought them to his bed, he no longer considered them in that light and could be very pleasant towards them - as he now was to Jill and David.

  That they might actually be allowed to have sex together in a real bed, albeit in front of their owner, they hadn’t even dared to imagine but here he was offering them just that. Davey crawled over his master, careful not to foul his nose chain on N’dona’s naked body while the master moved sideways, making room on the great bed for the pair of them to make love while he watched.

  He didn’t even consider his valet. The boy never left his room while he was there, and knelt beside the bed, ready, just in case ... Jill and David had forgotten all about him.

  Davey climbed over Jill, his cock still as hard, kept that way partly from the aphrodisiac in the oil and partly from his own ardour as he stared down at the girl he loved more than anything in the world. She stared up at him fondly, her arms coming up to pull his head down so she could kiss his handsome face.

  His cock found its way into her body without any conscious direction on his part and then, while N’dona watched, his own ardour inflamed once more, the pair of young Americans made the most ardent love together. Their master reached out to stroke the boy’s buttocks as they alternately clenched and softened with his thrusts and retractions and now his valet, who adored his master and having already removed his one item of clothing, the long shapeless neck to ankle robe, silently climbed up onto the bed and began to caress his master’s body.

  The sex, now between all four of them, the three males and the one so beautiful girl, went on for hours and afterwards, Jill and Davey slept beside their new owner, even the humiliating nose ring that locked them to his bed forgotten as they dreamed of a heaven in which the sex was endless and where everyone was young and beautiful ...

  The valet roused them at five in the morning, unlocked them from the bed and handed them over to the keeper waiting at the door to the master’s suite. They came back to earth with a thud as they remembered where they were and what their role in life now was but over the day, both remembered the wonderful night on the black satin sheet and the magnificent body of the man who owned them.

  They didn’t see Helga and Sven collected from the snake pit. They were too busy swinging from the trees in their enclosure or squatting down on the grass in front of a group of spectators, idly caressing the other’s cheek, as monkeys often do ...

  But the tall and very muscular Sven was about to lose his genitals and Helga was going to not only lose them, but end up as smooth and sexless down between her legs as her male partner.

  The two operations were conducted in exactly the same way as David and Jill had already seen on the video.

  Sven was first since his procedure was the simplest. He was strapped down on a table in the small ‘veterinary’ clinic N’dona had provided for the treatment of his slaves, while Helga was chained with her hands behind a nearby pole. Neither of them had been told what awaited them and it didn’t become obvious until Dr Kahei, now garbed appropriately and watched by N’dona and a couple of his more favoured guests, started to prepare his genitals. The rest of the guests were able to watch via a large screen in the small theatre where highly salacious videos were routinely played.

  The doctor carefully washed and disinfected Sven’s long thick penis and heavy balls while the boy raised his head and stared down his broad chest and so muscly belly at the surgeon. What was he going to do down there ...?

  And then it hit him. “Nooo!” he screamed. “Not that! Not my balls!”

  N’dona grinned down at him. “Not only your balls, boy but that nice sausage you’ve got down there as well ...”

  Sven stared up at him. He had heard of castration of course but he thought it only applied to a man’s testicles. Had he heard right? Yes, he had, and although he screamed and begged for mercy from such a diabolical and unnecessary operation, N’dona just continued to smile while the doctor began his work.

  As with the video, he made quick work of Sven’s balls. The laser scalpel has revolutionised medical procedures such as this, cauterising bleeders as it cut, unlike the knife which forced the surgeon to tie them off as they occurred. Having removed his testes and cut away surplus scrotal skin, he now began on the penis.

  Sven had struggled of course but the straps held his limbs and torso down securely and while the sight of his straining muscles was a turn-on for the watchers, it did him no good at all and Kahei was quite able to work unimpeded by the boy’s struggles.

  As he was to have one of the little metal nipples inserted between his legs, the removal of the penis and its root could be accomplished without the work necessary to save the urethra and the whole organ was severed from his body right inside, where it began, the urethra being sealed off the same as the blood vessels.

  He held it up for the still conscious Sven to see and then placed it in a kidney dish, alongside his testicles, right next to the boy’s head so he could stare across at them in horror - and mourn their loss.

  He was as careful closing as he had been right through the operation, his stitches aligned in the furrow on the boy’s abdominal muscles where they wouldn’t be noticed and so small they would be almost invisible anyway.

  The wound was dressed and he was wheeled to one side with a sheet over his body while a new table was brought in. Helga was now unlocked from the pole and dragged over to the table. She had watched her former boyfriend de-sexed in utter horror. Why had they done it to her beautiful Sven, she mourned. He had wonderful sex organs - so beautiful, and he had been so expert in using them to give her pleasure. Now it was all over and he was a nothing; a neuter - a eunuch!

  But what were they going to do to her, she wondered.

  She found out very quickly. In her case it was necessary that she be more heavily anaesthetised
than Sven. With him a deadening spray and local anaesthetic had been all that had been necessary and he had been able to watch everything the surgeon did to him. In Helga’s case, Kahei put her half out to it and gave her an epidural anaesthetic that deadened her middle regions altogether.

  Then he opened her belly, performed a total hysterectomy, taking out all of her organs of procreation, including her womb and fallopian tubes and then removed her sexual organs as well. The clitoris went; so did the inner lips of her vulva. Then the flesh of the outer lips was trimmed to allow the two edges to be drawn together and stitched as carefully as Sven’s lower belly had been. Only another surgeon, closely examining her loins would be able to find the line where she had once boasted a most beautiful mound of Venus and vaginal opening.

  Not that she was aware of much of this. She wasn’t totally unconscious but nearly so and she lay there only dimly aware of the people around her let alone what they were doing to her.

  When it was all over and her wound had been dressed, she was wheeled over alongside her former boyfriend and left to recuperate, watched over by a nurse N’dona had hired to supervise the recovery of the two Swedes.

  When she came to sufficiently, she asked Sven what they had done to her.

  “You don’t know?” he asked, staring worriedly at the beautiful blonde girl beside him.

  “No. I know they castrated you and I am so sorry ... but as to what they did to me? What was it?” He just stared at her, too compassionate to tell her and suddenly she realised, raised her head and looked down her body at the sheet that now covered it. “They removed my womb, Sven?”

  He nodded. “I’m sorry, Helga. Yes, we are both now eunuchs ... Why, I have no idea. Just because N’dona wanted it, I suppose ...”

  They recovered slowly and in the meantime, Akira and Kahei returned to the ship and set sail, ready to pursue three more orders that had come in during their absence.