Oh, God, no, I thought, echoing the screams of the girl on the tape. I don’t want to die like this, in pain, like a beaten animal. No, no, please,...the girl screamed on the tape as I screamed in my mind. I could feel Daddy pulling on my little asshole, trying to get it to open around his cock so that he could flood me inside with more baby oil. It was only a matter of time, I thought with desolation, until he would win. He always won. I listened to the girl beg for mercy as the bad men hit. Kuja, kila kitu ni alifanya tayari utumwa wetu ni tayari. Sisi kumfundisha kututumikia...' Loosely ranslated it is '...come, everything is made ready our slave is ready. We will teach him to serve us.' When Nimbeou had finished his call he touched my head pushing me away saying '...you do well for a slave. You will earn your rewards later. Come we have people coming...' I crawled out the door behind him. Nimbeou stopped and said '...stand and walk behind me to my left...' We went to the kitchen. If God gifted anyone a good life, it was me. Son a rich arab businessman, studying for my MBA in Pune India and owned an apartment in Bramha Exubarance the most expensive apartment block at the time ( All the places in the story are real and you can google it). My nterior decoration was all imported from Saudi Arabia and I owned my own fancy car which was an added perk in those days. So I was well known among socialites and the important people n the city. Aand I was very well known in the. I was happy. I always try to sit with ladies.She sat near me keeping some distance. Her husband was standing near her. She was not much beauty. Seemed she is a Muslim girl as she put her shall over her head. After some time due to the speed of train, she came close to me. I could feel her thighs rubbing with mine in trains rhythm. I felt good. After some time I began to give little pressure over her thighs with me. She got shocked and moved away. I thought she is not interested. I lose my hopes.