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\n\n

Passing the Baton

\n\n

Prologue

\n\n

“Paul is going to snuff me on my birthday”

\n\n

Sarah’s comment caused her two friends to stare at her in\nastonished silence.

\n\n

“That’s impossible Sara” said Juggy\n“Paul loves you. He would never snuff you. He doesn’t even like snuff, not very\nmuch anyway”

\n\n

“Why would he ever want to snuff you?” asked Lila “You are\nher oldest slave, and you run his household for him”

\n\n

“I never said he wanted to snuff me” Sarah continued soberly\n“I know he loves me, but he will snuff me on my birthday. I will ask him to”

\n\n

“He will refuse. He will not do it” The two friends\nretorted. And then her last phrase clicked in and Juggy\nasked: “Why would you want to be snuffed?”

\n\n

Sarah sat down on the balustrade of the patio. The setting\nSeptember sun set her long, wavy red hair on fire. The two other slaves stood,\nlooking at her with questioning eyes.

\n\n

“I will be 35 next October. That is too old for a slave in\nour world. Paul should have sold or traded me a long time ago. I could serve as\na slave for many years yet, but not in our world of opulent rich masters. I am\nstill beautiful, I know, but my age shows. Paul is losing\nface with his friends and associates. They think him weak for keeping me. He\nwill not last long if he is perceived as weak. By now, he can’t trade or give\nme away. That will just show further weakness. He must kill me or have me\nkilled. There is no other way.”

\n\n

“He will not” Juggy insisted. She\nknelt on the stone floor of the observatory, tossing her long black hair over\nher shoulders. Lila knelt besides her and both looked up at the older slave\ngirl, sitting on the balustrade. Of the five slave girls in the house, only\nSarah the most senior could sit in public.

\n\n

“I can make him do it. Let me tell you the story; it is not\nlong.”

\n\n

Despite the gravity of the topic, both slave girls prepared\nto enjoy the tale. Sarah was a great storyteller, and even an everyday event,\nwhen recounted by her, became a treat.

\n\n

“I dated Paul when I was in high school and he was a\npromising young engineer. I started to sub for him when I was 17. By the time I\nwas 18 I knew I wanted him as my master forever, and on my birthday, as my\ngift, I asked him to take me in, as his slave. He accepted, thinking that I\nwould soon get tired of this game. I didn’t. I helped him on his business too.\nHe would have me serve clients that he was wooing; sometimes he would loan me\nto them. I felt happy that he used me so.”

\n\n

The two girls looked at Sarah, rapt in their attention,\nalready lost in the story. Sarah continued:

\n\n

“Two years later, we were in .\nPaul was trying to get a major building contract from the government there. I\ntraveled as his secretary, but fully expected to be used to cement the deal. We\nmet with many dignitaries, and finally I ended up serving the minister to the\nsultan, Sheik Hamal Al-Mansur”

\n\n

“Al-Mansur” Juggy gasped,\nrecognizing the name

\n\n

“Yes, Al-Mansur. He was the man who\nwould have to sign the contract. Paul and I went to dinner at his palace, and I\nserved them both there, that night. The following day, at our hotel, I was\nkneeling between Paul’s legs, giving him his morning blow job, when the phone\nrang. Paul put the phone on speaker, and I could hear everything. In short,\nAl-Mansur would hire Paul’s company to build all future government structures\nfor the next 20 years, if he gave me to him to use for the next 2 weeks.

\n\n

I felt a ball of ice form in my gut. I was dead. I knew it.\nAl-Mansur was notorious even back then; he had killed any number of slave girls\nalready; those that survived him were often damaged beyond repair.

\n\n

I concentrated on giving Paul the best blow job ever. I knew\nit would be the last one I would ever give him. He told Al-Mansur that he would\ncall him back and relaxed on the bed, enjoying my ministrations. I soon had a\nmouthful of his essence, and savored it as it would be the last time I could\ntaste him.

\n\n

After his orgasm Paul lied back on the bed, looking at the\nsun streaming through the open window, and said nothing. I was much more forward\nthen, so I asked him not if, but when would he send me to Al-Mansur. To my\nsurprise he answered that he could not send me to Al-Mansur because he would\nprobably kill me and he could not tell me to do that. The ball of ice melted\ninstantly as I basked in his love. However, I knew my place and what had to be\ndone. I convinced Paul to send me to him, but to ask for 2 weeks delay before\ndelivery. Al-Mansur agreed gladly, understanding that Paul did not expect me to\nsurvive and thinking that he wanted a last fling with his slave girl.

\n\n

I had a different reason for the delay. One of Paul’s\nsecretaries, Ally, a 22 year old brunette with C sized tits was totally\nbesotted with him, but was too shy and felt herself too unimportant to do\nanything about it. Within a week I had her submitting to Paul so that, when I\nwas delivered to Al-Mansur, he would have someone to entertain and serve him.\nShe became his second slave.

\n\n

At the appointed time, Al-Mansur’s Citation X business jet\narrived at ’s\nairport in , and Paul\ntook me to the warehouse the Sheik rented there. He left me there, and would\ncome to pick me up, if I returned alive, in two weeks and two days, to allow\nfor travel time. As soon as he left, the Sheik’s representative ordered me to\nstrip, and I was forced to crouch in a wooden crate. The crate was closed, and\nin this uncomfortable fashion I spent the long trip.”

\n\n

The setting sun framed Sarah in a scene out of the Arabian\nNights. The two slave girls kneeling, hanging on every word, could be in any\nHarem in the or ,\ninstead of in a fashionable estate in upstate .

\n\n

“I am not going to describe the two weeks I spent with Al-Mansour. From the beginning I did not hope to survive, and\nindeed, I wished many times he would just kill me and be done with it. By the time\nmy two weeks were up, I had been raped, in all my orifices by the sheik, his\nminions, and his dogs. His favorite stallion also had me as a reward for\nwinning a race. He had my inner lips sliced off and the wound cauterized with a\nsoldering iron. I was burned, beaten; everything you could think off, and many\nthings you couldn’t, were done to me. I lost track of time, of place, of\neverything but the constant, unrelenting, pain and misery I was in.

\n\n

One day, two of his men picked me up, by then I could not\nwalk, and tossed me, a black, red, blue and purple mound of flesh, barely\nrecognizable as a human being, in front of him. He stood beside the most\nbeautiful, innocent and pretty oriental girl I have ever seen. “This is Mei\nLing” He said. “She is only 16; I bought her from her parents just two weeks\nago. She speaks perfect English and has observed, unseen, all that I’ve done to\nyou. I haven’t touched her, nor have I allowed my men to even look at her”. He\nthen read to both of us the letter he wrote to my master.

\n\n

He appreciated my docility and wanted me back. He\nacknowledged the damage caused to his property and offered Mei Ling in trade.\nIf my master agreed, Mei Ling would stay with Paul, and I would be returned to\nAl-Mansur, who would then kill me, slowly, for his pleasure. In the unlikely\nevent that Paul preferred to keep me, Mei Ling would return to \nand take my place.

\n\n

Mei Ling rode the airplane back to the \nin comfort, while I was crated again.

\n\n

At the warehouse, I was thrown naked on the floor, my face\nswollen, bruised, oozing blood and gore, while Mei Ling stood besides me,\nresplendent in a long, white silk Chinese dress. Paul and Ally arrived and he read\nthe letter in front of me. I gazed adoringly at him for the last time. There\nwas no way he would take me back in the shape I was in. Then he crouched\nbesides me to say goodbye, and I heard him say:

\n\n

“Come home”

\n\n

I protested through\nmy broken lips and missing teeth that I was damaged goods, and that Mei Ling\nshould be spared my fate, but he ignored me; he wrapped me up in a blanket,\npicked my up in his arms and turned around to leave. Before I passed out I\nremember Mei Ling’s pitiful scream “Nooo!”

\n\n

Two weeks later, as I lied in bed recovering from surgery,\nhe told me to ask him for anything I wanted.

\n\n

“Anything?”\nI said.

\n\n

“Anything” he\nanswered “If it is within my means, you shall have it”

\n\n

I asked for a rain check. I knew, then, that he would never\nbe able to part with me. I knew, then, what I would need to do”

\n\n

The story over, the slave girls resumed\nbreathing. Sarah continued:

\n\n

“He never breaks his word. Tonight, I shall ask him to snuff\nme, publicly, on my birthday, and he shall”

\n\n

Silence followed the last statement. There was really\nnothing to say. Paul always kept his word. If Sarah asked him to snuff her on\nher birthday, he would do it.

\n\n

“There is more to the story. Tell us” Juggy\nasked.

\n\n

The sun had set by now, but the evening air was still warm,\nscented with the aroma of late summer flowers. Sarah continued her story:

\n\n

“Paul took me home. The best plastic surgeons and cosmetic\ndentists worked on me for over a year. After this, I had better looks than when\nI started. He also put me through CPA school. After I graduated, he had me mind\nhis business affairs. That is when I found out how much my treatment had cost\nhim. He could have bought two new prime slave girls for the price he spent on\nme.”

\n\n

“You see. He loves you. He will never snuff you” Lila said. Juggy, more experienced, was silent.

\n\n

“Lila” Sarah asked “You’ve been with us for six months. How\nmany times a month does master use you?”

\n\n

“Once or twice” She answered.

\n\n

“Lila, you are 23” Juggy\ninterjected, “The youngest of us. Master only uses you once or twice a month;\neven less with me, or any of the others. He sleeps with Sarah what, twenty\ntimes a month? Sarah is right. He is besotted with her. Too besotted for his own good.”

\n\n

“That’s right Lila. He has 5 slave girls” Sarah explained.\n“Most men in his position have ten or more. His is a harsh world. He cannot be\nweak. He has to get rid of me or they will swarm over him like wolves”

\n\n

“He is not going to like it” Juggy\nadded.

\n\n

“That is what I am afraid of” Sarah concluded.

\n\n

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