Processing the new shipment

"White Pearls"

Part 6

Processing the Rough Diamonds

Written by Jean-Christophe

I always become excited whenever we receive a new shipment of slaves from the decadent West. The prospect of turning them from unruly, ill-disciplined 'rough diamonds' into acquiescent, docile and obedient 'white pearls' is one I look forward to with great enthusiasm.

Overall, I have the responsibility of preparing them for a lifetime of slavery and making sure they are made presentable for the auction-block. In this I am ably assisted by my black African helpers - who are also slaves - and it is amusing to watch them interact with the bewildered whites as they undergo their training in all forms of servitude; be it manual labour, domestic service or as sex slaves to adorn the pleasure divans of their new Masters.

For the new slaves,  the training is rigorous and unrelenting. It is also painful as they are subjected to many punishments to break their spirits and to turn them into placid, docile and submissive animals whose only purpose in life is to now serve and please a master. This is the part of their training I enjoy the most. I never hold back from punishing a slave; indeed the opposite is true and I know the slaves fear me greatly and tremble at my approach.

My beloved, adoptive father has trained me well in the ways of the true sadist and the 'rough diamonds' give me plenty of scope to hone my skills in inflicting pain. 

Upon arrival of a new shipment, the slaves are placed in quarantine and won't come into contact with our other slaves who are waiting to be sold. This is a precautionary measure to protect our current livestock from any any illnesses, intestinal parasites tor other vermin that the new arrivals might bring with them.

We need to ensure the new slaves are absolutely healthy before they begin their arduous training regimen and to this end, the first thing that happens to the new arrivals - even before they are released from their cages - is that they are forcibly purged to clear their intestines of any parasites. Judging by the reaction of the slaves, this isn't a pleasant experience as they are left in their cages overnight to empty the contents of their bowels and bladders. It has to be said by the next morning, they are in a sorry state and ready for the next step in processing them. 

As can be seen from the above picture, this involves suspending the naked slave by his wrists as he is cleaned up and made ready for the next step in the process which is my physical examination of his body searching for defects. But more on this latter. 

As you can imagine, the slaves are in a deplorable state. Locked into their cages for the long flight to Maluchistan and the subsequent purging means they are covered in their own bodily filth which is now ingrained into their hides. To remove it requires blasting the slave with a high pressure hose and scrubbing down with a long handled broom. Added to the water used to wash down the slave's body is a special chemical solution we use locally to keep our domestic livestock free of lice and other parasites.

And let's not forget that a slave is nothing more than another form of domestic animal and so there is no need to waste sympathy on him. Remember, these things are done for his own good!

Now hosed down and cleansed, the slave is ready for the next step in the process. This involves my personal, close quarters examination to determine if he meets the stringent requirements of a House of Malik slave.

Picture sourced from the internet; origin unknown. The text is mine.

 

Rough Diamonds 

"White Pearls"

Part 5

Rough Diamonds

My name is Kareem and I am the adopted son and 'protege' of Maluchistan's pre-eminent importer and seller of slaves, Malik Al-Masri.

Malik is my mother's brother who never had a son of his own and early in my life, he decided that I would be his 'de facto" son and heir who would eventually inherit his business, 'The House of Malik'. 

Our family's proud history as slave-traders is a long one stretching back over several centuries and began with our brave corsairs who waged war against the unbelievers. Later, my ancestors bravely ventured into Africa to harvest black slaves for the slave-markets of the lands of Islam.

Like my beloved adoptive father, I am proud of our family history and I am conscious of the great trust he has placed upon me to carry on his long involvement in the slave-trade. I have vowed not to disappoint him and it is a promise I am determined to keep. 

Despite my enthusiasm, I know as a young man and a novice, I have much to learn about the slave-trade and my father has much to teach me. As a mere boy, I well recall his first words of wisdom were spoken thus:

"Kareem, always remember that to be a successful slave-trader and enforcer of right behaviour from a slave, you need to be a sadist. Never shirk from inflicting pain on a slave should he offend you. A slave only learns to bow down and submit through suffering harsh discipline."

Those words have stayed with me down through the years and they have influenced my attitude towards our slaves as they are prepared and trained for their servitude. As a result, I am a strict disciplinarian and I brook no waywardness from any slave. Any infraction of the rules - no matter how slight - is immediately 'rewarded' with harsh punishment.

As part of my duties, I recently worked with two new slaves - siblings from Canada - and I am happy to say they are now very close to being marketed. Although, I believe there is private interest in the older slave who did present me with a challenge. The infidel dog was slow to break but eventually he bowed down and submitted to his fate. I enjoyed working with these two slaves and I will expand on them at a later time. 

But now, I must take delivery of a shipment of new, white slaves.These slaves were 'recruited' from the crowded streets of large cities by gangs of illicit slavers and consigned to us for training and eventual sale. How I look forward to working with these new slaves and in this, I am enthusiastically assisted by a team of black Africans - who are also slaves; albeit trustee ones -  who will train the new slaves in all aspects of their new lives. I will enjoy supervising and watching the training methods used by the Africans on these unsuspecting new recruits.

Even more enjoyable for me to watch will be the utter disbelief of the new, white slaves as they are made to surrender their bodies to black lust.

As you can see these slaves are in a sorry state; they will need to be unpacked, cleaned up and deloused before they are ready for my initial examination of their naked bodies. 

Packed into individual cages and stacked one on top of the other in the cold, dark hold of a lumbering cargo plane which flew a slow, circuitous route lasting several days, they are besmirched by their own filth and foulness and the stench of their bodies is stomach-churning.

I always refer to these new slaves as 'rough diamonds' and it is my task to turn them into the exquisite 'white pearls' for which the House of Malik is justifiably famous.

Picture found on the internet; source unknown. Text is mine.

Kareem

"White Pearls"

Chapter 4

Kareem

 

The House of Malik has a proud history of slave-trading dating back several centuries which has passed down through the generations from father to son. I greatly admire my intrepid ancestors who ventured into the uncharted territories of Africa where they faced impossible - even horrendous - conditions from a hostile Nature and warlike natives to harvest slaves for the markets of Arabia. Truly, they were heroes and added enormously to my family's prestige and honour.

I have been blessed - or some would say 'cursed' with three daughters but no male heir - and this is a source of regret for me. All men crave to have a son but I was never so blessed.

Nevertheless, I have used my daughters to my advantage by arranging marriages of convenience that have greatly benefited both me and the House of Malik. My youngest daughter - admired by all young men as a great beauty - attracted the eye of a minor princeling of the Royal Family and he took her as his wife. Through her husband's intercession, I was granted a Royal Warrant to supply white slaves to members of the Royal household who frequently visit my slave-pens to view my livestock.

Not having a son was a bitter disappointment. However, I am fortunate to have a nephew -  the son of my sister - who is as close to me as a son could be. His name is Kareem and from his earliest years, I took an interest in him after deciding that he'd be the son and heir I lacked.

Though not  my flesh, I truly love Kareem as my son and no father could be prouder of their son than I am of him. Suffice to say we share the same values; pride in our family's illustrious history as slave-traders and in our enviable reputation as honest merchants of prime slave-flesh. Any slave who wears the House of Malik brand seared into his flesh is considered to be a 'thoroughbred' by all discerning slave-owners.

Like me, Kareem hates white infidels with a passion and he has a fearsome reputation among our slaves. He is a stern disciplinarian - feared by all our slaves - and he won't tolerate any lapses from them. Any infraction of the rules - no matter how minor - are immediately and severely dealt with. Kareem's favourite instrument of punishment and coercion is the chicote whip used by white Europeans colonists against their black African subjects when they reigned supreme. Now, the chicote is used - at least by the House of Malik - to subdue and train our white slaves. It could be said our white slaves are paying  for the 'sins of their fathers'.

Kareem's five pronged whip is a thing of beauty and is beautifully crafted from plaited strips of hippopotamus hide designed to inflict much pain without damaging the slave. One only has to listen to a slave's pleas for mercy as Kareem punishes him to know the chicote is effective.

No father could be prouder of their son than I am of my adopted son, Kareem. Tall, good looking and with an impressive physique, he is a fitting heir to eventually fill my shoes and I am training him in all aspects of our business. I must say he is an enthusiastic learner and is a great help as my personal assistant. More and more, I have come to rely on him in all matters pertaining to the training, preparation and marketing of our slaves. To this end, he sometimes acts as the auctioneer on slave days.

At his request, I have given him the task of training and preparing the two Canadian brothers for their forthcoming sale and to this end he has been most successful. The younger of the two is more malleable than his older sibling and as such, he was easier to train. However, the older slave was defiant to the point of disobedience and presented Kareem with quite a challenge to break his spirit and turn him into a docile and obedient slave. I understand that after a few sessions with Kareem and his whip, the slave accepted the inevitability of his future role as a slave 

My last viewing of the slave was yesterday and, at my approach, he unhesitatingly knelt and adopted the full obeisance position of respect. And when given my permission to speak he called me - 'MASTER!' Such a vast improvement from when I carried out my initial inspection of his naked body.

As the grovelling slave crouched at my feet with his nose to the ground and his delightful arse elevated, I noted the stripes of Kareem's whip criss-crossing his flawless back and buttocks. 

How then could I not be impressed by my adopted son's training methods.

Picture found on the internet. The text is mine.