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Kwaku left for his drive back to the mine, while my three buddies and I laughed and talked about being slaves. I was starting to realize we must have been drugged, and to remember my crazy actions in front of Kwaku and Dauda. I had to admit to myself, that some of what I had said showed some of my fantasies.
We were brought our evening meal, and I wondered if it was drugged. I ate every bit saying to myself, I don’t care I’m having a great time with my friends. Soon they will be slaves and I will be back home at Araway’s, so I’m going to enjoy this time.
Soon the dim light came on and we were ordered to sleep, and I didn’t lay there long before I fell asleep.
The next morning we were waken by a rainstorm, and I was glad I was naked because I was soaked before I was awake. I don’t think I’ve seen it rain any harder, and we had no shelter. We just stood there in the cage as the rain beat down on us. I looked down and noticed I was standing in ankle deep water, because the small stream had flooded.
When the rain let up, some of the slaves from cage 1 were put to work covering the cage tops with large tarps. Tarps were hung down the side of the cages to block the rain, as well. But what worried me was the fact that we were standing in ankle deep water inside a steel cages. I was hoping there would be no lightening, because I knew we would be in danger of being electrocuted.
After over two hours of constant downpour the rain finally stopped, and we were fed. I noticed I wasn’t as dopey feeling, so I ate all my food. I had come to the conclusion, we had been doped to make us easer to process the day before.
There was talk that the auction might be canceled, because there had been a lot of flooding. I was hoping that was not the case, because I knew Kwaku was coming for me and I would have to leave.
Around one o’clock a man came down and said the auction would be held. He was accompanied by a group of men, whos job was to get the slaves ready for the auction. I watched as cage 1 was emptied, and the slaves were sprayed with oil. I noticed the oil gave the slave’s body a shining glow, and I thought it made them look sexy. Next the slaves hands were tied behind them and a rope was tied around their neck
Once all the slaves had been prepared in that manner, they were tied to a long rope and led away. Next they came to cage 2, and I was one of the slaves prepaired in the same manner. I looked at my friends and marveled at the change the oil made in the way their body’s looked. I looked at myself, and it was disappointing to see my body didn’t glow as much as the others.
We were taken to the auction platform, and led up the stairs to be exhibited. I counted 26 of us on the platform, which made it a bit crowded. I didn’t count, but there was a large crowed gathered for the auction. I was surprised that the crowd was that large after all the rain, and the flooding I had heard about.
The buyers were allowed, a few at a time, on the platform to inspect the slaves. They were encouraged to be quick and to refrain from touching the slaves genitals. No one touched my genitals, but I had a lot of hands on my ass. I looked but didn’t see Kwaku on the platform, but since the crowd was large I figured he had opted not to do the inspection.
Since cage 2 was the last on the platform, we were the first to be sold. I noticed two on my friend were bought by the same older man, and taken to large heavy truck. When my turn came I knew there wouldn’t be a lot of interest, I had heard what most of buyers said about a white slave.
The consensus was that if it reached the Capital, it could cause trouble. I heard that a white slave couldn’t hold up under the heat, and that he would be sick all the time. That I would die early and be a waste of money.
I was led out to the front, so I could be better viewed by the buyers. The bidding was slow and it was humiliating, finally the auctioneer reminded the buyers about a minimum price. He ask who would pay the minimum for the white slave, and I was sure this was where Kwaku would make his bid.
Finally I heard the minimum bid, but it wasn’t Kwaku. The auctioneer said sold, and the same older man who had bought two of my friends came forward. I thought Kwaku had arranged for the older man to buy me, rather than make an appearance. So I didn’t worry when he took my leash and led me from the auction platform. He led me to his large heavy truck, and two of the auction workers put me in the back. At this point I wasn’t sure what was happening, but my two friend were glad to see me.
I waited thinking Kwaku would come and get me, but when the truck started moving I kind of panicked. We weren’t moving very fast, and it was a rough ride. After hours of driving we came to a stop, and I could hear voices coming our way. The older man came around to the back, and two men with him climbed in the truck and took hold of our leashes. I was taken from the truck, and led with the others down into a mining pit.
I had leg cuffs welded around my ankles, and then had my hands untied and wrist cuffs welded around my wrist. Next the rope was removed from around my neck, and a collar was welded around my neck. I just let this all take place, because I didn’t know what might happen if I resisted.
I couldn’t figure out what happened to Kwaku, but I was sure he would show up and straighten thing out.
We were fed and then taken to the slave’s quarters for the night.