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Since this might be your last chance to understand what is happening to you, you decide you want to ask questions while you can.

"What is this place, Sir?"

"My great grandfather purchased this island over a century ago. It is in international waters, and no country in the world has any claims to it. My great grandfather, and my grandfather, went to great lengths to ensure that no country is able to enforce its laws here. This was becoming more and more necessary to be able to carry out the business model that the Men in my family have used for centuries: capturing and enslaving men to use as free labor."

"What kind of labor, Sir?"

"We have slaves at every level of our operation. There are no paid employees at all. It is quite remarkable how much money can be made when you don't have to pay your workers, or provide them benefits packages. So in our entire operation, there is just about every type of labor imaginable. Here on this island, however, is where most of our manufacturing occurs. Materials mined by slaves at several sites around the world are shipped here by slaves. Slaves in the refineries on this island process the raw materials, and slaves in the manufacturing facilities use the processed materials to build the products we sell, which are then shipped by slaves around the world. And just so you know, only the most trusted and loyal slaves are placed on ships, or given access to computers."

"How many slaves do You have, Sir?"

"Globally, We own about 300,000 slaves. Here on this island there are, as of the most recent shipment in which we obtained you as our property, there are 7,143 slaves. Most of those work in the refineries and manufacturing, but of course we need some for various other purposes, for example, to work the farms and prepare food for the slaves. A select few, of course, serve my Son and Me in our home."

This is a lot to take in, but one thing He said specifically draws your attention.

"I was part of a 'shipment?'" you ask. "But I was only on that ship because...."

"Ah, yes," your Lord interrupts. "Over the years, we have refined and streamlined the procurement of slaves. In the past, even in my grandfather's days, men were simply taken from various places without much consideration. And even though we always could--and still could--break any man eventually, my father began to realize that the time and resources invested in breaking some men was not worth the labor they eventually produced. So we have developed methods of identifying men who are not necessarily easy to break, but whose projected value to us will exceed the time and resources put into breaking them. You, like every other man in that particular shipment, were chosen because we believe your ultimate value to us, in terms of the service you provide, will outpace the effort it takes to break you. I know you think you got on that ship by your own choice. The truth is, however, We--that is, our handful of slaves who specialize in this aspect of procurement--arranged circumstances to get you onto that ship once you were identified as potentially valuable property."

"You just...take men from anywhere in the world you want?"

"Of course," your Lord says. "And before you think about protesting anything about 'fairness,' first, We don't care what you think about that. Our philosophy has always been if We can take what We want, We will. Because We are who We are, for Us, to desire a thing is to deserve it. We desired you as property, so we deserve to own you as Our property. And now we do. Second, as I said, we have a much more refined process. We already know, by now, that you are suited to a life of slavery, or you would have resisted much more than you have. And you would not have become aroused by my Son's domination of you."

You realize that there is truth in what He is saying. Though it was never something you had thought much about before, ever since you woke up on the island and your Master began dominating you, you have experienced more than a little thrill in submitting to Him. You cannot deny to yourself that, no matter what your rational mind and previous sensibilities might tell you, there is something that feels right about you becoming a ****.

__"You see, all of that was part of your final evaluation before We decided to claim you permanently, and you passed. You should consider yourself lucky."

This makes you nervous, but curious.

"What happens to men who don't pass the evaluation?"

"Usually, we arrange for them to be 'rescued' by a passing ship. Run by our slaves, of course. We are not barbarians."

"Usually? What happens to the others, Sir?"

"That is none of your concern, ****."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"There are no penalties for asking questions right now, ****. But one thing that you should understand is that the word 'sorry' from the lips of a **** is meaningless. Slaves do not get to apologize for wrongdoings. They get punished. As you will learn, punishment is the only way a **** is able to correct wrongdoings."

"Yes, Sir, thank You for explaining, Sir."

"Any further questions, ****?"

"What will my processing consist of, Sir?"

"A lot of pain and humiliation, to be honest," your Lord says. "Some of it simply a byproduct of practical necessities, but some of it as part of your conditioning. That could last anywhere from a few days to several months, depending on how well you respond to conditioning. You saw slaves in various stages of the process in this very facility." He nods back toward the way you came, where you saw all those slaves in small cells. "You will be joining them soon enough."

"What kind of labor will I be doing, Sir?"

"All slaves spend at least a month in the lowest and most brutal work there is on this island. It is barely a step above what our slaves in the mines do, in terms of difficulty. You will work a minimum of 14 hours a day under the ever-present whip of an overseer ****. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of water to drink, and you will get two five-minute rest breaks in which you will be provided food to eat. This is, in part, to ensure you enter the rest of your lifetime of enslavement with the proper mindset and appreciation of where you could end up if you do not prove yourself worthy, but we also need the time to assess the rest of your evaluations. Though in your case...so far, you do seem to be My Son's type, and if He continues to like what He sees in you, you may end up becoming His own personal ****."

These words sound wonderful to you, and though you say nothing, your Lord seems to sense your excitement.

"It will, in no way, be up to you, except in how you perform for the next month or two, depending on how long your conditioning takes. But you should know that you might be better off as a hard labor ****, to be honest. My Son is..." He grins, "...not easy on His personal slaves. He goes through them rather rapidly."

"What do You mean, Sir?"

"He is brutal," your Lord says. "Savage." He smiles. "He has a tendency to break slaves down to the point that they are good for nothing but simple, hard, physical labor for the rest of their lives. If they're even good enough for that. The longest He's ever had a personal **** is two years, and that was the first one He had completely for Himself without my oversight--the one I gave Him for His 15th birthday. But He has also ruined a few in less than two weeks. On average, they last Him four to six months before He needs a new one."

You are not entirely certain what all of this means, nor if it terrifies you, excites you, or both.

But at that moment, you hear the metal door behind you opening again, and someone striding quickly up from behind you. And then, there He is.

Your Master walks up to His Father, and they carry on a quiet but animated conversation for several minutes. Finally, your Master's Father smiles and shakes His head in resignation.

"I can never bring myself to say no to You," He says to His Son as He claps Him on the shoulder. Then they both turn to you.

"I want you," your Master says. "I want to take you with Me right now. Without all the processing and conditioning. I don't want to wait a month or even a week to have you entirely for Myself." He walks up to you and grabs your jaw in His powerful hand, aiming your face up at Him. "I know My Father told you how hard I am on slaves," He says. "To be honest, it might be easier on you if you do go through processing and conditioning. And it might be easier on Me too, since if you come with Me right now, you will know next to nothing about being a **** here. If you think you need to learn more before you come with me, I will wait for you no more than two weeks while you undergo processing and conditioning. But understand this. The deal I made with My Father to bend the rules like this is simple. If you go through normal processing and conditioning and it is going to take you longer than two weeks, I don't get to have you. You get shipped to the mines, where you will spend the rest of your life. Or you can come with Me right now. Which, as I know My Father told you, might be even harder than the mines. Questions?"

"Just so I understand, Master," you say, looking up at Him, "I can either go with you now and whatever happens, happens...or I can go through training and maybe make being Your **** easier, but maybe end up in the mines?"

"You understand perfectly," your Master says with a grin and a glance at His Father. "But think about this carefully, ****. This is the last choice you will ever have the opportunity to make. And you have ten seconds to decide."