By Xhumil
xhumil@protonmail.com
Copyright 2024 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: HELP
Bailey, Please help me!
I've got a brief connection through Dad's phone as he always forgets to
secure it. I've just woken up in the back of the car in my cage with a
pounding headache.
This morning dad was still sitting at the
breakfast table when miss Carrie came down. She asked why he was so
late for work, given that he's normally gone long before I wake her.
“I'm having a day off today” he said. “I'll be needing the slave too
for some heavy lifting” Dad would never normally take me out of school
even if I am just a slave now.
“No you can't, we need it for a
special art project” she retorted. That was news to me, but then
everything that happens is news to me, i'm the last to know anything
unless I need to go shopping for it.
“Too late love, The slave will be OK to miss school for a couple of days”
“You said it was heavy lifting TODAY”
“Err, well, there's a bit of building too. And we need to get going. Go and wait at the car now casper. Go!”
“No. casper.... its a trick.” She said slowly staring into dad's face like she was reading it.
“Go to the car” Dad snapped at me
“They're selling you casper. “ she said almost absent mindedly. There
was a pause, then like waking from a nightmare she suddenly yelled “Run
Casper! Its a trap, run! RUN!!”
I froze for a second, not knowing
what to do. How can I run when this stupid collar can be tracked, and I
can be disabled through it anyway. Where will I go? “RUN!!” Carrie
screamed.
That was all I needed, I took off upstairs to pack
some things. I got to my room and realised I had nothing to pack. I
literally have nothing! Shit, I should have gone out the front door
when I had the chance, but I panicked. Dad was on his way up the stairs
calling me, I had no choice, I opened the bedroom window and made my
way out onto the shingle roof below. Dad shouted my name again, then
shouted a warning, then he must have zapped the collar with his device
causing me to black out.
I've pressed my face to the corner of my cage and I can see the gates to the mines, we're heading straight for them.
Bailey, please help!
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: HELP
Hi Bailey sir, you're the only one I can trust. Jim and dad have been
playing me all along. I think I've been sold to the mines. Well, I know
I've been sold to the mines. I'm in some kind of holding cell.
I have access to a toilet along a long corridor, so I get to walk
about, and they make me to scrub and mop it every day. Its something to
do, so I make the job last as long as possible.
I still
haven't been given a uniform, I think the guards like watching me work
naked. The other boys who filtered through here were in the holding
cells for no time at all, they all seem to be wearing their last slave
uniforms, mostly that tweed no. 2 crap. The day the boys left me they
were made to strip and put on a boiler suit.
I think the
colour of it denotes where they have been allocated to work. I don't
know why they've all been placed somewhere and I haven't. I can't
believe this is my job. Its a pretty cushy number if it is though.
Maybe a little boring though.
It seems like dad and uncle
Jim were negotiating with the mines for long enough before they sold
me, so I would have thought i'd be just like the other boys, and have a
job lined up before the mine bought me. They've bought me for a reason
right? Can you find out for me?
Anyway, There's a viewer in
the corridor, it basically just shows messages like “work”, “Obey” just
simple brainwashing stuff. I've composed this message in my collar, and
I'm pretty sure I can relay through the viewer. So much for security
eh?! I won't have time to edit it in front og the viewer it'll be just
a connect and send job, so i'm sorry if the standard of writing is bad.
I literally can't see what i've composed until I get a viewer to look
at it on. I hope the message from the car was ok too. I'll try not to
make this just a stream of consciousness, but there's little else to do
in here but think. I'm not even allowed to wank, unless i've been
instructed to. They clearly haven't tested these collars much before
issuing them to slaves, they're far more powerful than people think.
Unfortunately both ways, judging by the headache I got after dad zapped
me through it during my escape.
I noticed that not all slaves
have the same type of collar as me, most of them are just silver. Maybe
I was a guinea pig. The collars all seem to react the same to the
guards device though. The guards like to make our collars stun us. Its
agony when I get a collar punishment. I thought it was just to ensure
obedience, but I realise recently that guards love doing it. Laughing
as we squirming in pain. Normally you can't hear anything as the collar
injects pain into your spine, but I was able to watch them torture one
of the newbies. It was sickening to watch, and hear the guards
laughing. The boys say a big zapping can kill a slave, some of them
have even seen it.
I have got to get out of here. Please send me something.
Casper
[Collar log: Message stored and concealed- Sending refused. Slave messaging rights revoked]
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: HELP
Hi sir
I please would you write back. Anything, even if its to tell me to stop messaging you.
I got a medical today. I think that means a week has passed, as I got a
medical sometime before. Its the usual thing of arms behind my head
while they check my body. Bend over to have my hole fingered and
probed, then stand on a box while they check under my foreskin, stuff
like that. Finally I must produce both a wee and cum sample. Its the
same routine as last time. I'm standing on a box masturbating while
nurses and what looks like placement students wonder about with bits of
paper pretending not to look at the wanking boy. There are slaves in
the medical suit too who look at me. Being watched by another slave is
somehow more humiliating than the girls wondering about. Its such an
odd feeling naked on a box wanking while normality takes place all
around me. I have to shout “I'm cumming” too, a few seconds before I
cum so they can get the sample jar ready. Last time I shouted then it
felt like ages before I actually came. This girls gave me evil eyes
before staring at my erection waiting with the jar and spatula. They
seem to need every drop for these tests, to the point of squidging the
last drips off my helmet with the spatula. I can't work out if i'm
being tested or simply milked. I hope I don't end up on a milking
machine like in school, that was agony after a while.
Each
medical ends with me tied to this shiny steel circle and a man in a
lab-coat comes in. I don't think he's a doctor. He messes about with my
collar and fiddles with it. It always sends shocks through me as he
does stuff. It can get pretty painful. He never speaks to me, just
finishes up and walks out. This time was definitely more painful than
the last time.
Slave
[Collar log: Message stored and concealed- Sending refused. Slave messaging rights revoked]
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: HELP
Sir
Sorry to keep writing, please tell me to stop if you don;t like it, please say something, anything.
I've determined that there's 2 types of guard here. The nice guards and
the horrible ones. And they all seem to group together on distinct
shifts.
For instance, when the nice guards are on I mostly
spend my time cleaning the hallway and standing behind them waiting for
orders from them. I'm like their personal butler. One of then sometimes
reaches back to tweak my willy, but I think its a friendly tweak. The
guards seem to just spend all day watching drone images of the mines.
Not deep stuff like underground, these guys watch entrances and exits
above ground.
Anyway, i've managed to work more with the
viewer in the hall on this 'nice' shift, and have had some luck
querying it. For instance, I know Jenkins Zero, that's me, is in cell 6
sector 0, whatever that means. It took me ages to find myself, I kept
querying for my slave number 992-4172 but couldn't find it. Looks like
its just names down here, which is nice. Maybe they don't like
Compliance Control here. I still don't know why i've not been put to
proper work yet. One of the boys that filtered through recently is now
in sector 8, deep mining, I found him on a system search too. I hope
'deep mining' is not as bad as it sounds. But here's the best bit.
Dorridge E2, Eetu....My Eetu! E2 is here at the mines! I hope he's OK.
Ever since he told me he was confiscated as a small child after his
owner started filling out freedom forms i really got to like him, we're
the same really you see. Except my freedom process was just fuddled and
halted, and I didn't get confiscated, I got sold. I can't work out
where E2 is though. It just says he is property of the mining
corporation. These mines, obviously. Sorry if I ramble a bit, i'm on my
own in the cell again, and I can't edit these messages before sending
them so not sure which bits i'm thinking but not adding to the message.
Where was I... Oh, A set of guards came to visit last
night. Not me, they visited my guards, the bad ones. These visitors
brought 'their' slave. Obviously we don't belong to these guards, we
belong to the mines. But the way they use us we may as well be their
personal property. The visiting slave was stripped naked in front of me
leaving him as nude as I was. I was nervous, but felt slightly lucky.
He was beautiful, and when the rules of the game were described I
couldn't believe my luck. OK, it was more utter humiliation for me, but
'Rape wrestle' Oh wow! As they explained the rules the guards
simultaneously oiled us up and hardened our cocks. We could just stand
and stare at each other while our bodies were prepared. I like watching
him as his cock was plumped from soft and floppy to rigid and keen in
front of me. Then our oily arses were slapped and we were set to fight.
We basically had to force fuck each other; mouth or bum will do, no
punching or slapping, just writhing, pinning, holding, wanking sucking
and fucking. The winning slave is the one that's been inside the other
one for the longest. Not only was this boy beautiful, he was pretty
slight too. Meaning I had a good chance with him. That chance seemed to
slip away as I realised the oil made it almost impossible to get a good
grasp. Time and time again I found myself pinned down with his hard
cock thrusting into my mouth. It was great, but i'd prefer to win this
and not get fuck punished by the winning guards.
We were
pulled apart for a break. I say 'break', I think it was more so the,
now horny, guards could feel us up. I was bent over chair while my
guards took it in turn to spank me for losing. I was down on points
considerably, so probably deserved it, but my paddle-spanked arse was
pretty sore as we went into another round, both re-hardened, and
re-oiled by our guards.
It seemed the heavy-handed oiling by
my guards we just what I needed to get ahead. His hands could barely
hold me as I slipped easily round him. Hugging his perfect, tight
little body against me I slipped my cock into his hole. It was nice fit
and he sucked me in giving a little gasp from his mouth. I thrust
gently as we coupled, harder and harder, pressing my stomach against
the nape of his back. It was fantastic. He couldn't get away. Thrusting
over and over, faster and faster I forgot the game and came! Pressing,
thrusting and squeezing the last of my juice into him we both dropped
back. And my fate for spoiling the game was sealed!
The game
was declared a draw giving both sets of guards the pleasure of using
the other's boy. I ws fucked and spanked for what seemed like hours
before the guards had had their fill and set us two naked boys to the
task of scrubbing the now very oily floor.
Slave casper.
[Collar log: Message stored and concealed- Sending refused. Slave messaging rights revoked]
To Jim
Jim. Have you told Bailey to ignore all my messages?
You set this whole thing up didn't you. I knew you were talking to
those people, like sending the Weasel-man to dad, and your little
meeting in the car-park man at the games. You even entered me into the
games knowing I could be confiscated while giving Brad the chance to
humiliate me in front of millions!
How much did Lisa pay you
to set all this up? I bet you've been behind this slavery thing from
the start, then laughing your socks off when I diligently messaged you
all my indignities.
You've got what you wanted, I'm out of the family and down the mines now. I hope you die!
Scott Jenkins,
your nephew
[Collar log: Message stored and concealed- Sending refused. Slave messaging rights revoked]
To Bailey again:
Hi sir
I guess you're never going to reply, but I'm going to send this anyway.
I'm waiting outside the torture room next to the medical bay. I know
its for torture as I've heard a boy screaming from it when I was
waiting for my medical inspection. Obviously i'll add more to this
message and send it when I can, if I can. But I saw dad. I think it was
dad going into the torture chamber. I thought I was going to be
punished for the rape wrestling, but now I see dad I think Jim must
have complained about the message I sent him.
I'm not even
part of the family any more, yet they can't help but come here and
humiliate and punish me further. When will my old family just stop the
torment? I'll let you know how it goes
[Collar Log: message composition on hold awaiting send]
[Collar Log: slave inner monologue] It figures, the collar-pain man in
the white coat also runs the torture chamber...Great! This isn't going
to be fun, why do I have to keep getting tied up to this thing. This
silver wheel is like the one in the medical room, why have so many of
them? This is going to end in collar pain and a head-ache I just know
it!
[Collar Log. Cognition- senses] Fingers slightly numb, bindings tight on wrists and ankles.
[Collar Log: slave inner monologue] mmm, at least this girl with the
clipboard is gentle. Haha gentle on my genitals... i'll have to put
that in a message. Oooh, the second girl has got cold hands though, she
must have slept in a fridge. OK, the old foreskin check and ejaculation
routine. Oh, thats new, they normally make me wank, I gues she's doing
it to me because my hands are tied. Nice motion!
[[Collar Log. Slave Feedback] Embarrassment
[Collar Log: slave inner monologue] I can see dad drinking tea. He
looks so stern, talking to to the technician/doctor man. I wish I could
hear them.
[Collar Log. Cognition- visual] Torture zappers on trolley. Other torture tools on trolley
[Collar Log. Slave Feedback] Fear. Fear
[Collar suppressant released] ineffective
[Collar Log. Cognition- visual] Dad signing papers
[Collar Log. Cognition- Audible] Doctor - “Thanks Fran. Medical checks
out, He is healthy as of this point, and the latest sample shows no
deterioration. This is still a healthy slave, and this termination
won't be pretty. [Dad- inaudible] [doctor] Fine. Sign here and here,
and we can get this over with. Are you sure you want to do this, the
pain levels for this kind of thing will be off the scale, there has got
to be another way we can resolve this”
[Collar Log. Cognition- Audible] Dad- “Lets just do it. Its an unacceptable situation which will needs to be stopped!”
[Collar Log. Slave Feedback] Fear. Fear
[Collar Log. Cognition- cognition] Doctor holding throat tightly
[Collar Pain Injection – Shock intensity 1]
[Collar Log. Cognition- senses] – Pain, Pain.
[Collar Log. Feedback – vocal] Dad, please stop. Help me. I'm sorry
I'll do everything I'm told, i'll never do it again I'm sorry, tell Jim
I'm sorry, please stop
[Collar Pain Injection – Shock intensity 1]
[Collar Pain Injection – Shock intensity 2]
[Collar Pain Injection – Shock intensity 4] convulsion
[Collar Pain Injection – Shock intensity 8] Body limp
[Collar Log.] Slave connection falter
[Collar log] Attempting to access slave 992-4172
[Collar log] Accessing slave 992-4172
[Collar Log.] Slave reconnected.
[Collar Log. Cognition- Audible] Doctor- The boy passed out. He's back. There's not much left
[Collar Log. Cognition- Audible] Dad- How much more can it take. Bloody
hell, I can't believe he's got an erection still, after all this!
[Collar Log. Cognition- Audible] Doctor- Its very close to the end. I must warn you one more time of the consequences.
[Collar Log. Cognition- Audible] Dad- I'm not having a wasted trip here. I want to see this ended now!
[Collar Pain Injection – Shock intensity 16]
[Collar log] Attempting to access slave 992-4172
[Collar log] Accessing slave 992-4172
[Collar log] Attempting to access slave 992-4172
[Collar log] Slave 992-4172 unavailable
[Collar log] Attempting to access slave
[Collar log] Slave no response
[Collar log] Connection Terminated
[Collar log] Slave 992-4172 service ended.
[Collar log] Collar ready for wiping and repair
[Collar log] Collar ready for re-allocation after repair
“Scott....Scotty?... Scott?”