When I stood with my feet. I saw a mirror. I saw strange unfamiliar person looking at me. He had face of arabic look. Black hair, dark skin, thick eyebrows, fierce looking deep black eyes, big hooked nose, thick libs surrounded by dense stubbles... I realized this was me. New myself inside Iraq slave's body. I looked down. I had well muscled body with decent dark hairs. I was not heavy-muscled bodybuilder freak, nor disgusting smooth Playgirl magazine slim boy. My body was arab 30-something guy, with strong manly muscles... I moved my eyes lower down. My firm, well barreled chest was covered with nice dark hairs. This hair continued to firm belly, navel, and... to... What!
Oh! Oh god! there was no dick! My...my male organ was gone... I desparately looked for my thing, searching inside bush black hairs at my crotch. Finally, I found something. It was not my prick. There was moistured hole... My mind went blank.... I had vagina now!
The Doctor grined through his bushy moustache. "So mister Benfi, what does it feel to have strong arab slave body, with well-manufactured vagina?"
I was horrified. What kind of slavery life was wating, for this man-vagina freak body?
"Don't worry, dear. Your new life will be not that cruel. You will learn to enjoy your slavery. In fact, all you have to do is just thing you've done for these years.. Instead of breeding for our master's fine arab horses..."
The Doctor continued with evil smile...
"Now you, will breed for our master Hussein himself!"
I was shocked. But somehow I couldn't resist about this situation... Wait. They also fixed my brain..?
"Your body was adjusted for special taste of our master Saddam. He will love the result... You will have honor to be his personal slave, you will have honor to be loved by him every night... and give births for our master...!"
It was impossible. I cannot live like that. But... but I was. I was the slave. Somehow I think myself as slave. If that was my task. I have to do what my master wants... Wait! What am I thinking? I was free man! I was....maybe... but I'm slave. Slave must do what he has to. And my role was SEX SLAVE. my role was bearing good children for master Saddam... Master Saddam.. Great king of my arab world.. What...? He is dictator! He is cruel bastard! No... he is great.. he is like father of my arab world... My... 'my' arab world?
"My mind definitely went wrong!" I thought. But I could not do anything about it. I was not only trapped inside freak arab slave's body, but also trapped inside the mind of Saddam's slave.
Now it was just the beginning of my new life...