Please don’t let the sight in front of you be real. If it is real you have lost before the fight has begun. You cannot fight your opponent no matter how much freedom means to you. After your assault on me you made a solemn vow to me and to yourself that no matter how provoked you would never again raise your hand to a woman. There is no way on earth that you can bring yourself to viciously attack the female slave standing opposite you. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! If you had known you would be fighting a woman in the next round, you would have let Dennis win. Then you would not be left in this dreadful situation, knowing that by refusing to fight her you have caused both you and Dennis to spend the rest of your lives in miserable slavery.

As you stand there in shock the slave - Victoria karate kicks you in the stomach sending you flying backwards. Your body slams against the cage bars before landing in a heap on the floor where you remain as she continues to punch and kick you. You do nothing to stop her except to curl up into a ball to try and protect as much of your body as you can from her blows. As some of her blows hit you in already bruised places from your earlier fight, you cry out in pain but still do nothing to stop her.

As the bell sounds for the end of the first round she abruptly stops and walks to a corner of the cage while you crawl on hands and knees to another. You slump against the bars trying to control your breathing and wincing with the pain. You glance over at me to see me deep in conversation with Maritje. So, I can’t even be bothered to look at you and acknowledge that you are prepared to lose the fight and your freedom in order to keep your promise that you would never be violent to a woman again. You can’t help but think that I am a complete bitch. Why the hell are you bothering to lie there and take this beating from a woman when you could so easily overpower her and beat her to a pulp and become a free man? You can feel the anger rising in you at my indifference. There you are in a cage being beaten by a woman and doing nothing to defend yourself, knowing that by doing so you are condemning yourself to a life of misery as some guy’s fuck toy and I can’t even be bothered to acknowledge it.

It crosses your mind to break your promise and just do what you have to, to get out of this hell hole and back to normal life. After all I obviously don’t give a shit about you. But even as these thoughts go through your mind you know that you still can not bring yourself to hit your opponent. If you did, what sort of man would that make you? At the end of the day this woman is also fighting for her freedom. Could you really fight her condemning her to a life of misery as a slave while you go free, knowing that your freedom was gained by beating a woman and leaving her to a life of degradation and humiliation? You know that the answer is no, and so when the bell sounds for the start of round 2, you get to your feet and stand in the centre of the cage waiting for the next attack.

You stand there taking the blows she deals you, ignoring the heckling and shouts from the audience that call you a faggot and worse, urging you to fight like a man. This is not the sport they came to see. They want to see you fight each other, not see you stand there just accepting all the blows that come your way. Each time Victoria knocks you to the floor you stagger to your feet and stand still again while further blows rain down on your body, until you get to the point during round 5 where you can take no more and you collapse to your knees unable to stand. After a count of 10 from the referee Victoria is declared the winner.

More abuse is hurled at you for ruining their entertainment but you are too exhausted and in too much pain to care. Victoria is led out of the cage to be prepared for her freedom ceremony in the morning at the start of the auction, but for you a steward enters the cage, removes the mouth guard and checks you over to make sure that there are no broken bones or injuries that require medical treatment and when he is satisfied that your health is okay he drags you over to one corner of the cage where he ties you by your collar and a long chain to the bars.

As the fight started I was watching you intently to see how you would react when faced with a woman to fight. My heart went out to you, as I watched the emotions pass over your face as you realised that to obtain your freedom you would have to break your promise that you would never hit a woman again in your life. I knew that this would probably be the most difficult decision for you to make in your life. It was down to me that your final fight was with a woman. When I discussed allowing you to fight with Maritje I agreed that you could enter the match providing that she fixed it so that you had to fight both a friend and a woman. I needed to see how you reacted to both. If you had been prepared to fight both of them just to become free then I would know that the violent streak in you remained, and I would never be able to trust you. You have no idea how relieved I was that you refused to fight Victoria, despite knowing that you had caused your friend to lose his chance of freedom and losing your own chance by refusing to fight her. I was so proud of you standing there taking all the kicks and punches from her in spite of all the abuse being shouted at you and the pain from the blows. Not once did you react to either. I knew then that giving you a second chance could work. It would not always be easy between us but I knew that I no longer had anything to fear from you. But you had one more test to go through first, just to make sure you could handle the pressure on you to be an obedient slave.

But now you are lying slumped in the corner of the fight cage, eyes closed your mind going over the events of this evening and the consequences you will now face because of your decision to refuse to fight. Concentrating on thinking things through helps in some way to block out the pain in your battered body. You do not hear me open the cage door and approach you and are startled when you feel my cool hand touch your face. When you open your eyes you are amazed to see me kneeling in front of you my hands cupping your face while I smile gently at you. You open your mouth to speak. You have a million questions to ask me am I proud of you for refusing to hurt another woman, do I hate you for what you did and to beg me to let you come home amongst all the other things you want to say to me, but I silence you by placing a finger on your lips. Although you are desperate to speak to me you do not want to risk annoying me and making me walk away, you want to feel me close to you for as long as possible, and so you remain silent.

You sit there confused while I offer you water to drink and some pain killers. When you have taken them I set about massaging ointment into your bruised and battered body to ease the pain and to help the bruises fade as quickly as possible. You can’t understand me. One minute I am cold as ice. Totally ignoring your suffering during the beating and the next minute here I am trying to ease your pain and make you more comfortable. The touch of my hands gliding over your body arouses you, even in the state you are in; you cannot stop your body’s reaction to my touch. Your cock starts to harden until it fills the chastity tube and can grow no more. It is agony for you and you desperately want me to stop so that your cock can return to its flaccid state, while at the same time you don’t want me to ever stop caressing you. You are in torment to which I seem totally oblivious.

When I have finished tending to you I tell you to lie down and place a thin blanket that I have brought with me over you. Although the punishment for the loser of the final fight is to be publicly displayed in the cage for the amusement of the other guests for the remainder of the evening and through the night, which I can do nothing about I can at least make you more comfortable and warmer.

I sit there with you for a while, stroking your face and hair as the exhaustion takes over and you close your eyes. Just as you are about to fall asleep I lean over and kiss your forehead, and you are sure that I also whispered to you how proud you made me by refusing to fight the slave Victoria even though you knew your freedom would be lost forever, and that I hoped you would continue to make me proud tomorrow by being the best slave up for sale at the auction in the morning. You fall asleep, happy and miserable at the same time. Happy that I am proud of you and miserable because I am still selling you. So tired are you that you do not wake or stir even when various guests come in to gawp at you.

The following morning you wake early, your body stiff and aching. For a moment when you wake you are not sure where you are, but after a few moments you remember the events of the night before and the reason for your aching body this morning. Stretching out your limbs to try and relieve the aching in them you notice a plate has been placed on the floor next to you containing a full English breakfast. Eggs, sausages, bacon, the lot. Next to that is a steaming mug of coffee. With a small sad smile to yourself you realise that this is the condemned man’s last breakfast. It has been a long time since you tasted decent food and drunk a mug of coffee. You have even been given a fork to eat the food with! You grab the plate at once and start wolfing down the food. You are starving and want to eat as much as you can before someone comes and takes it away from you, but nobody does come, you are allowed to eat it all and drink the coffee in peace.

When you eventually hear the door to the room open you scramble to your knees and clasp your hands behind your head in the submissive position. It is Maritje herself who has come to release you.

This time she speaks to you in English So then slave, you chose not to take the opportunity given to you to grab your freedom. It would have been very easy for you to overcome your female opponent. Freedom was yours for the taking, but you chose not to. Why?’

Replying in English too you say Because Ma’am I made a vow to my Mistress and to myself that I would never again in my life raise my hand to a woman. I am sure you know of the real reason my Mistress is selling me. I did terrible things to her when she gave me some freedom and I already find it difficult to live with my conscience. I would do anything for my Mistress, if she would forgive me, but I know it is too late and I accept whatever fate awaits me. But I hope that my Mistress will take comfort in knowing that no matter how provoked or angry I am I will not under any circumstances ever again inflict pain on a woman.

‘So you would rather become the plaything of a Master, and descend into a life of hell rather than become free?’

‘But Ma’am I would have become a free man by inflicting pain and violence on a woman. As much as I want to be free I can not obtain my freedom in that way. I would never be able to live with my conscience if I did that, so ja (yes) I would rather descend into hell and allow the woman to have the chance of a free life’.

‘I do know what happened slave and if you make your Mistress proud today by being the most obedient slave up for auction I am sure she will forgive you. She has already spoken to me about your refusal to fight last night, and I think she is prepared to sell you to another Mistress rather than a Master, as she feels you have proved that you can control your violence’.

‘Please Ma’am, would you do something for me? Would you please talk to my Mistress and tell her again how sorry I am for all the things I did, and tell her that I will do my best to make her proud of me today.’

‘I will do that for you slave but now it is time for you to get ready for the auction’.

With that, she releases you from the cage and allows you to walk unfettered and without being led by the leash to the shower block. You are the only one in there this morning. All the other slaves were woken much earlier as they had to prepare the room for the auction and also attend to other duties. At my request, you were allowed to sleep longer and be excused the chores that needed to be done this morning. When you have showered and shaved your face and chest you apply the bronzing oil to your body so that you look your best for when it is your turn to be auctioned.

You are not sure whether you will be clothed or naked for the auction although you have noticed a pile of clothes and a cardboard box placed on a chair near the wash basins. Curious, you move closer to inspect them, incase they have been left for you. Picking up the top item you unfold it and hold it up and are surprised to see that it is the jacket of a tropical dress uniform worn by the Dutch navy. As you hold up each item and then open the cardboard box you realise that it is the full dress uniform. You know that it cannot be meant for anyone other than you so you put the clothes on, feeling strange as you button up the jacket. The top button will not do up because of the slave collar round your neck, but the clothes are a good fit, although the trousers are a bit loose at the waist. As you take the hat out of the box you notice that in the bottom of the box there are five medals. You take them out and with a shock see your name on them. Oh my God, this is your own uniform! You sit down heavily on the chair completely dumbstruck that you are wearing your own uniform. How the hell did the auction house obtain them?

Unknown to you, when your kidnap was arranged and the naval authorities informed of your transfer to the Secret Services, all your clothes, including your uniform, and your personal effects were boxed up and stored in a warehouse. When I bought you it was all shipped over to England and stored in the attic in my house. I have always had a fancy for guys in uniform and it will turn me on enormously to see you standing on the auction block in front of all the potential buyers, looking extremely sexy in your uniform and chains. Bondage and uniform to me is the best thing ever and I can’t wait to see you in both. Now that I have no more concerns regarding your violent behaviour I can sit back and enjoy the erotic sight you will make. I wouldn’t be surprised if I cum just looking at you .

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