slave journal
This I multi part story told from the perspective of a slave about how he was changed and used by his master after several years of use. This story will contain: child slavery, rape of minors, castration, and physical abuse
This I multi part story told from the perspective of a slave about how he was changed and used by his master after several years of use. This story will contain: child slavery, rape of minors, castration, and physical abuse
Congratulation Mister Razor on purchasing your new slave
slave information
species: Caracal
gender: male
age: 11
head fur color: light pink
body fur: normal color, tan with black ears
eye color: light pink
you requested the youngest potty trained slave boy that we could sell. we have selected a very small pink haired caracal who was born on site. its total height is 4'3". the only other noteworthy trait is its long tail which drags on the ground.
medical history
it has received all of its shots. we have left the slave genitals in tact and as for your request to leave the neutering up to you. we would like to point out that even for a young kit this one is very tiny. also has you requested the claws are still in tact as well. It was also given special hormone blocking treatment to stop all future growth
sexual history
the slave is completely virgin and in just the beginning stages of puberty, in fact no guard has seen this slave's erection.
training
this slave has gone through a few years and basic training including house cleaning.
legal information
slave number: f11-1866854
order number: lr67-854009
duration: born a slave it will die a slave
slave farm: happy apple acres
That's what my contract said when I was bought. My Master was reading it to the gather crowd of slaves and owners. I stood there with my legs spread, my arms behind my back with only my brands piercings and tattoos for clothing. A German Shepard laughed out "how tall is the runt now?". My Master look at him and said "they made sure it would not grow any taller when I bought it", every time Master told people that I blush a bright red. This one of the few times master had brought me here to this "club" for slave owners. The two of us where on the stage, several master had brought their slaves up here to show off, and I was no different. The stage was covered in titles and stood taller then me. The spot light was not on since the main lights were still on and half of the owners were looking up at us, and the other half were busy playing with slaves or making deal to trade them. Another person in the crowd called out "how old is it now?". "Well my friends that is why I brought it here tonight for this is the 5th year anniversary of when I purchased bitch f11-1866854, and I want to make its last modification public.", master called out to the crowd of slaves and slave owner.
While master answered few more questions I looked over to the holding pens off to the side of the stage and saw they were about half full. The owners that want to drop their slaves off could rent a small cage to hold them for the evening. Each cage was made of iron bar with a bowl shaped floor in each of them. I know why they have that shape floor so when a slave goes the bathroom he has to stand in it. I could small the piss from the stage and wondered why no one was ever bothered by the smell. I remember the last time I was here master left me there the whole night and placed a sign the said public toilet, by the time the night was over I was almost knee deep in waste. Master then lead me off the stage by my leash attach to the belly ring and the next owner and slave walk up on the stage. I looked over and saw a cute black kitten about my height pulled up on the stage by a leash attach to his sheath. The kitten was panting and smelled of fear, the muzzle on his face muffled his pleas.
Master walked me to a table where some of his friends, most of whom had fucked me at one point. There were 5 slave owner at that table all of whom had brought one of their cub slaves the this party. The table had several glasses on it and the menu for the night, also like always there were a few bottles of lube in the middle in case one owner felt nice and decided to lube of his slave. The only new face there was a pair of white rabbits, and master and a salve. The slave look to be about 13 or 14 and had a metal cage around his penis. He also had droopy ears and each one had 4 large ring piercings, it looked like the weight enough to hold his ears down. It made me think of my ears each one had 12 small steal rings in them and a large tribal one at the tip, with all if that in my ears I had a hard time holding them up as well. "Hey Razor," the lion owner said as he leaned over and talked to my master "the new guy here want to know if could geld his bunny boi and make it in to a cunny boi" several of the people at the table snickered at that statement, but the rabbit slave looked like he was about to faint after hearing that. "Well I can't really do that" my master said as he place a hand on my shoulder and turned me to face the rabbits "i could make your slave look like this tough." he then pointed at my smooth tan crotch. "i can't make a cunt boi but I can make an it". I had gotten so used to be called an it and having to show off my lack male parts that it never affected me any more. All I have down there is a piss hole, my Master's brand and a taint piercing with a bell on it so when I pee or walk there is a ringing that draws people's eye to my lack of parts. Out of all of my modification it is that ball I hate the most. I could live with my lack of genitals, the 2 dozen earrings, the gold nipple rings don't bother me either, and I like the belly button ring. But that fucking bell making people notice that I have no gender any more. I remember when it happened it was the very first thing that Master changed about me.