Vignettes from the Bezistan

To any slaves reading this take note:

I am Prince Rashid a member of the royal family of the Middle-Eastern Kingdom of Baluchistan. As such, I have many business interests throughout the world which keep me traveling extensively. However, my favourite enterprise and the one I spend most of my time working on is the one my family have been involved with for many centuries - the slave trade.

Initially, my ancestors sourced their slaves from among the black tribes of Africa but later they diversified into the training and selling of white slaves captured at sea or taken in slave-raids along the shores of Christian Europe. Of course, that no longer happens and we must acquire our slaves by other means. Today, I specialise in male slaves although, i do have a facility where some females are kept as part a breeding programme.

The headquarters for my trading in slaves is a remote fortress known as the Bezistan built by an ancestor several centuries ago. Here, my slaves are trained before being sold at auction. My methods are harsh; I have absolutely no regard for my slaves or their feelings and the pain I inflict upon them as my overseers/trainers prepare them for their future roles.  Some will become high quality pleasure slaves or field-slaves and others will serve as brute-like beasts-of-burden destined to be pony-slaves or heavy duty draft animals.

At one time, the Bezistan stood surrounded by bleak desert. Today, it is an oasis of greenness due to the plentiful water supply from an underground aquifer I tapped into to bring my part of the desert to life. My slaves labour ceaselessly under the lash to keep the water flowing by manning pumps, digging, irrigation channels and growing specialised organic fruits and vegetables for the upmarket stores of Europe and Asia. My produce has an enviable reputation among the rich and privileged who have no idea of the sweat, toil and pain my slaves suffer as they toil naked under the blistering desert sun. Would they even care? I doubt it!

Slaves, you have no idea of the reign of terror you will live under or the horrors that await you should ever find yourselves at the Bezistan. A slave only learns through fear and pain and my trainers are excellent teachers .You will be nameless - slaves don't have names - kept permanently naked, collared and denuded of all body hair as a sign of your animal status. 

Each of you will have your own personal trainer who acts with my authority and who must always be addressed by you as "Master". They will be assisted by my giant, Nubian slaves as you are prepared for the auction-block. My Nubian slaves love white slave arse and they are insatiable in their lust. Be warned, slaves; your arse and throat will be constantly fucked by them and my overseers as you are made ready to serve a Master.

Picture sourced from the internet, Text by Chis and Nathaniel.