Slave market: (4). Lunch and entertainment of the Men.

They must have passed hours since the breakfast service started, and my shoulders were killing me. The muzzles were effective, but all of us who were on the back wall, with our hands tied behind our backs with shackles whose chain was anchored to a high hook that forced us to stand on our tiptoes with our torso inclined forward and our buttocks stuck to the wall, couldn't help but let out moans that, on their own, wouldn't have been audible, but that, together with the background music, the reddish light that vibrated as if it came from torches, and the conversations at the tables, created a suitable atmosphere.

I had woken up in the cage several hours earlier when two men opened it and pulled me out. I got scared and almost screamed, but a gloved hand covered my mouth while holding me to pull me out, and the other guy, as soon as I was out, gave me a strong punch in the testicles that made me lose my strength, and then he put his finger to his mouth and made the sign of silence. At that moment, I could see Amo Tatko, or at least his body, which moved slightly. I couldn't see his face, but I noticed that his hair was dark, somewhat gray. Fortunately, he didn't wake up, and the employees, dressed in leather shorts, with their torso naked and executioner hoods on their heads, dragged me to a room where they were taking other slaves. They forced us to lean over a low wall, and one by one, they filled our ass with a liquid. We had to crawl to the back of the room and wait in that position to be called again, without letting the liquid out, which was very difficult, but the punishment for not doing it would be to clean the puddle with our snout and receive 200 lashes with the "Demon" punishment whip. It was a real torture to keep the liquid for so long, since there were about eight groups, only two hoses, and we had to move forward as the others were being filled.

Three slaves had to lick the floor and were taken to the center of the room, hung from a column, and the screams filled the place. There were six rounds for me, although some slaves had left earlier and others stayed later. We received a cold shower with a hose provided with a sprayer, but then we had to go through a zone of hot dryers. When we finished, we were taken to the dining room. Some, like me, went to the wall, while others hung from the columns in the center of the room. The ration I had consumed the night before had disappeared by this time, and seeing the waiters, naked men carrying trays with pieces of roasted chicken, fish, meat, and various fruits and vegetables mixed, was another kind of torture.

The nipples of my group had clamps like the ones from the previous day, with thin chains from which a small lead ball hung. Every so often, a "Demon" would pass by us with his hand extended and make them swing. I noticed a little later that they did this at the request of one of the Masters at the tables. My vision isn't very good, but after a while, I coul...