Chattel

As I was pulled off the stage and dragged away by a group of men, my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't believe what was happening. I had been selected as a servant - one that would belong to someone else, body and soul.

I struggled against their grip, trying to break free from their hold, but it was no use. They were too strong, too determined. And as they dragged me away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and despair wash over me - like my entire world had been turned upside down in an instant.

When we finally arrived at the room where I would be held until my new owner arrived, I was stripped naked and shaved from the neck down. The men who did this to me were rough and calloused, their hands moving quickly over my body as they removed every last piece of clothing I had on.

I tried to protest, trying to cover myself up with my arms, but it was no use. They were too strong, too determined. And as they shaved me down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation wash over me - like I had been reduced to nothing more than a piece of meat for someone else to enjoy.

Once I was completely shaven, the men gave me an enema to clean out my bowels thoroughly, then they washed me off with cold water, making me shiver in the chill. They then cuffed my hands behind my back and left me alone in the room, waiting for my new owner to arrive.

As I sat there, trying to come to terms with what had just happened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and uncertainty wash over me. What would happen next? Would I be treated well or badly by my new owner? And most importantly, how was I supposed to feel about this situation - one that had been **** upon me against my will?

I closed my eyes again, trying to block out the fear and uncertainty that was consuming me. But as I did so, I felt a strange sensation - one that made me feel hard and excited all at once. It was like something inside of me was awakening, responding to the thought of being owned by someone else in such an intimate way.

I opened my eyes again, looking down at my erection with surprise and confusion. How could I be feeling this way about something that was so clearly wrong? And what did it mean for my future as a servant or chattle?