Slaves Don't Need Visas Ch. 51-Epilogue

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51. Epilogue

Arbek

Arbek stepped out of the Grabesh detention center, and the iron gates clanged shut behind him. The parole papers crinkled in his pocket, a reminder of the short sentence he had served for assaulting Markus. He still burned to free Melissa. The mental image of her collared neck still haunted him, but prison had taught him caution. His temper, which had once been a wildfire, now smoldered under control, he had learned that much behind bars. He had considered reporting her situation to the authorities in England, but the risk stopped him cold. If he spoke, they would look into his role in the matter, especially how he had gotten her enslaved in the first place. Then, how he had used Melissa as collateral for a loan. And how he had used the loan for a bribe. The events of the story would not paint him in a favorable light, and Arbek was not keen on spending more time in prison. He felt guilty for abandoning her, but his time in prison had made him value his freedom too much to risk it now again. With Tariq, Amina, and Zahara gone from Ngalawa Bay, he had no leads on Melissa’s whereabouts. There was nothing left for him here. He booked a flight to England, ready to resume his life. The abandoned fight for Melissa would remain a pain he would carry with him.

Zahara

Zahara had watched Arbek’s fall with a clarity that reshaped her. The man she had once craved—fun, fit, charming in England—had unraveled in Grabesh. His impulsiveness had turned out to be a flaw she could not accept. She realized that she wanted a partner with self-control, not a reckless fool who would land in jail twice for allowing his temper to get the better of him. She had been wrong to want him, and decided to move on. She returned to England to continue her studies, and chose to live there rather than study remotely from Grabesh. Her goal was to find a man who had more self control, even if she may have once considered such men boring.

Six months later, Zahara returned to Grabesh for a visit. Her curiosity pulled her to Simba’s Milk Hut. She sat at a corner table, ordered a black coffee, and watched the bar’s grim routine. Melissa was there, naked and collared as ever, her movements mechanical as she worked alongside Nadine and the farm girls. When a customer ordered a fresh milk drink, the girls lined up with their electric pumps humming as they milked themselves in view of the patrons. Melissa’s hands moved with practiced ease, but her eyes were hard, her jaw tight as she milked herself while the customer gazed at her. She tried not to think of Zahara sitting there, but she felt her stare, as Zahara sipped her coffee.

Markus

Markus, settled in Switzerland, returned to Grabesh a year later, his new life marked by a confidence he had lacked before. His body was stronger now, muscles defined from months of training. He visited Coconut Grove Farm, where Melissa now lived full-time, with shifts at Simba’s Milk Hut. She had graduated from The Slave Academy, her training complete, but the pang of leaving her “sisters”—Hannah, Jennifer, Fiona—behind was a bittersweet ache. They would remain under “The Russian Nanny’s” care, as they had nicknamed Victor, while she moved on.

Markus took her out for a “date,” a rare break from the farm’s grind. They visited a café in Ngalawa Bay. The ocean breeze was cool against Melissa’s bare skin, and her collar shimmered as she sipped coffee kneeling beside him.

Melissa was now used to seeing Ngalawa Bay only through the bars of the livestock cage or on Sundays from the stage at the marketplace when The Slave Academy made them perform for the townsfolk. She enjoyed walking along the beach even if naked, collared and a slave to Markus. She was glad to be let out of the farm’s routine that she had endured over the last few months.

At the resort, they met Horst and Werner, the pensioners with whom Markus had spent so much time. They greeted her warmly, their eyes lit up with approval as Markus joined them on the recliners.

Melissa knelt before the three men, her posture automatic, the sand warm beneath her knees. Horst chuckled, his voice gravelly. “Thought you would free her, Markus—glad to see you are more level-headed than that.”

Markus nodded, his gaze steady. “It would have been foolish. Too much at stake.”

He glanced at Melissa’s collar, the steel a familiar sight. He recalled how he locked the collar on her a year ago and she had been wearing it ever since.

His hand touched the key to her collar on the keyring in his pocket. For a fleeting moment, he pictured sliding it into the lock, the collar falling away, Melissa rising as a free woman after all this time. It would be so easy for him to do—but the specter of legal repercussions in Switzerland loomed, a risk he was unwilling to take. The impulse, he recognized, belonged to the old Markus, the naive boy who had once been infatuated by her. He dismissed the thought, his hand falling away from the key, leaving it unused. Melissa would remain locked in her collar, he decided.

Later, in the rented hut, Markus’s confidence showed as he moved over her, his body well-built now, a stark contrast to the lean boy she had first known. Melissa positioned herself on all fours at his order, the bed soft beneath her knees.

Outrage simmered in her—how dare he keep her at the farm indefinitely, pulling her out only for his sexual gratification?—but she had no choice, her body was his to use as always. As he prepared to take her from behind, she spoke, her voice steady despite the position. “Would you consider selling me to Hannah’s master?”

Markus paused, his hands on her hips, his tone curious as he entered her, the slow thrust drawing a sharp breath from her. “Who is Hannah’s master? Why would you want that?”

“He’s a trust fund guy with a nice house,” she said, her words measured, even as her body rocked with his rhythm. “He has shown interest in me—at the milk bar. I would be a pleasure slave for him. If you sell me to him, I wouldn’t have to work at the farm and the milk bar anymore.” Her voice held a quiet hope, and her mind raced with the possibility of a better life. She would still be a slave, but in a house with Hannah, away from the farm’s grind.

Markus thrust deeper, considering her words, his voice low. “I will think about it.” He moved faster, his desire raw, and Melissa let herself feel how her body was alive in ways her free self had never known.

She had been a slave for over a year now, and Markus’s refusal to free her had settled in her bones. She had made her peace with it, not because she wanted to, but because she had to. Escape was impossible, and so her fate was in his hands. The routine of slave life had become her norm, her body was honed by labor, her senses were sharpened by Grabesh’s unrelenting world. She thought of her old life—studying a subject she didn’t care about and dodging her controlling parents. If she were freed, she would have to face them again. She dreaded needing their support again. Worse, they would know what she had endured—being kept naked, collared, serving Markus, milking herself for strangers. The shame of that felt like a death in itself, a humiliation she could not bear. Here, as a slave, she would never have to see them, never face their judgment.

Grabesh had stripped her bare, and though she hated it, it had sharpened her senses. Her nudity let her feel the world—the breeze on her skin, the sun’s warmth, the raw intensity of her orgasms, stronger than anything she had known as a free woman. Her embarrassment at her constant nudity remained, but she had become accustomed to it to a degree. She would never be used to being naked at all times or being treated like an animal. Yet, by being treated like an animal, she had found a primal freedom in her lust, a connection to her body she had never experienced when she was free. Her worries—exams, jobs, shallow friendships—were gone, replaced by obedience, and her needs were met as long as she complied. Her “sisters” at the Academy—Hannah, Jennifer, Fiona—had been a lifeline, a bond deeper than any party acquaintance. She felt alive here, more than ever before.

Markus’s raw desire pulsed through her, a reminder of her beauty, her ability to captivate men. Here her naked body was always on display, her whiteness and beauty set her apart at Simba’s Milk Hut. She was among the prettiest on the farm and one of the few white girls in the milk bar squad. She had met Hannah’s master, had noticed her. She had met him a few times at the bar, and notice his eyes lingering on her. She reminded him of the old Markus. She hoped he would buy her. A life as a pleasure slave for a spoiled trust fund guy in a nice house, with Hannah by her side would be far preferable to the farm’s grind. Maybe, just maybe, she could make him fall for her, charm him into freeing her one day, though she knew better than to hope too hard after Markus. For now, it would be a step forward. A way to live better, to escape the milk bar before Killian became a vet and she would face his cruelty again.



Markus finished, his breath heavy, and rolled off her, his body gleaming with sweat. Melissa lay still, her mind a steady mix of plans and resignation. Grabesh had taken her freedom, yet during her enslavement, it had awakened in her a raw, vivid connection to her body and emotions she had never imagined possible.

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Bonus Content: Grabesh's Wikipedia Entry

Dive deeper into the world of Grabesh with this fictitious Wikipedia entry, uncovering the history, culture, and oppressive systems that define Melissa’s haunting journey.

Grabesh

Geography

Grabesh is a country in Africa, characterized by a consistently hot, tropical climate. The region features coastal areas to the west, mountainous terrain in the northeast, and dense rainforests in the southeast.

The western coastal region, including the scenic Ngalawa Bay, has been largely converted into agricultural land for crops and livestock, supporting the country’s economy and attracting tourists with its pristine beaches and milk bars. The central city of Zawadi serves as a hub for slave trade routes, connecting coastal plantations to inland settlements.

Much of the mountainous northeast and forested southeast remains untamed, harboring remnants of the defeated tribes and dense wildlife.

History

Historically, the territory now known as Grabesh was contested by five competing tribal kingdoms, with none of the tribes able to achieve any dominance over the others. Their powers were relatively balanced until an alliance formed between the coastal Mwamba and Gurtan tribes over a century ago.

The alliance combined their military forces and conquered the inland Zawadi, Ngalawa, and Shamba tribes in the ‘Great War’. This alliance paved the way for a military coup shortly after, led by General Kweku Mwamba, who overthrew the existing tribal monarchies, leading to the establishment of a military dictatorship that continues to govern Grabesh to this day. After the war, Grabeshian tradition allowed the enslavement of those defeated in combat or captured as prisoners of war, a practice dating back centuries.

General Mwamba’s ‘Enslavement Edict’, enacted soon after, codified this tradition into law, ensuring that only those captured through combat or raids could be legally enslaved. The regions of Zawadi, Ngalawa Bay, and the Shamba Highlands were named after the defeated tribes, reflecting their historical territories before their defeat.

The regions of Zawadi, Ngalawa Bay, and the Shamba Highlands were named after the defeated tribes, reflecting their historical territories before their defeat. The Mwamba tribe’s name derives from the Grabesian word for “rock,” symbolizing their strength, while the Zawadi tribe’s name comes from the word for “gift,” reflecting their historical generosity before defeat.

Politics

Grabesh operates under a military dictatorship, where the armed forces maintain control over economically strategic areas, particularly along the western coast and adjacent fertile lands. The mountainous and forested areas further inland, such as the Shamba Highlands, are not fully under government control due to the high cost of military control over these regions. This cost would exceed expected tax revenue. The government prioritizes areas that offer greater financial returns.

The current dictator, General Amari Ndugu, rose to power in 2010 after a brutal succession conflict. His regime is known for its ‘anti-corruption campaign’, which imprisons political rivals while leaving systemic corruption unaddressed. Officials can avoid being targeted by pledging allegiance to General Ndugu.

Corruption

Corruption pervades all levels of government in Grabesh. Despite the illegality of bribery, there is minimal effort to address this issue, as a significant number of officials are themselves corrupt and would be adversely affected by any rigorous enforcement against such practices.

One instance of corruption involves the mandatory chipping of imported livestock without prior certification. A foreign chip technology company lobbied for all livestock in Grabesh to be chipped and tagged. This proposal was rejected due to fear of public opposition, and because Grabesian officials, sharing tribal ties with the population, would not go against their interests. Instead, the policy was implemented only for livestock imports without prior certification, with importers bearing the cost. Slaves, classified as livestock under Grabesian law, are also subject to this regulation, though few are officially imported. The company profits mainly from other livestock imports while the official receives kickbacks, creating a scheme where Grabesh avoids expense.

International Relations

Grabesh has not signed or ratified major international treaties, including the Universal Declaration of Human Rights or any other human rights conventions.

A few years ago, tensions escalated with the neighboring Savu Highlands, where the defeated Zawadi, Ngalawa, and Shamba tribes also reside. Grabesian raiders crossed the border to capture slaves, prompting conflict.

In retaliation, the neighboring communities, sharing tribal ties with the enslaved, began funding covert NGOs aimed at freeing slaves to destabilize Grabesh’s slave-dependent economy. Grabesh accuses them of this practice, which led to a diplomatic standoff.

Economy

The economy of Grabesh is predominantly based on agriculture and mining. Tourism also contributes significantly, especially in scenic areas like Ngalawa Bay, attracting both domestic and international visitors. The appeal for tourists includes low costs for lodging, food, services, and notably, the availability of slaves. The annual Milk Festival in Ngalawa Bay features public milking competitions, drawing large crowds for this cultural celebration.

Infrastructure

The infrastructure in Grabesh is underdeveloped, with most roads outside the capital being unpaved. Travel can be slow due to poor road conditions and occasional flooding. A bus system operates with moderate efficiency, connecting key areas like Zawadi and Ngalawa Bay.

Languages

The native language in Grabesh is Grabesian; however, English is universally spoken due to the educational system's reliance on materials from English-speaking countries.

A common Grabesian proverb, “Kwe na mwamba, usiwe zawadi” (“Be a rock, not a gift”), reflects the cultural valorization of strength and dominance, often used to justify the enslavement of the defeated tribes.

English is universally spoken due to the educational system’s reliance on materials from English-speaking countries, making it the universal language for trade and tourism.

Education

There is no formal public school system in Grabesh due to economic constraints. Education is primarily home-based, utilizing pirated educational videos and photocopies of materials from English-speaking nations, leading to widespread English fluency among the population.

A traditional Grabesian practice, the ‘Elder’s Tale Night,’ involves community elders narrating historical stories and moral lessons under the stars, often incorporating Grabesian proverbs to teach values like strength and resilience, which are especially emphasized for children of the free tribes.

Slavery

Slavery is a pervasive institution in Grabesh. Slaves predominantly come from the three defeated tribes, Zawadi, Ngalawa, and Shamba, while those from the two victorious Mwamba and Gurtan tribes are considered free citizens.

The overwhelming majority of slaves in Grabesh are of black descent. However, an exception exists in the form of imported slaves, who can be of any racial background.

A notable cultural practice is the annual ‘Milk Festival’ in Ngalawa Bay, a celebration of Grabesh’s dairy production where slave girls participate in public milking competitions, judged by patrons on taste, volume, and quality. The festival includes milk tasting stalls with tropical snacks, traditional Grabesian dances, and market stalls selling crafts, drawing tourists to experience the region’s exotic traditions while highlighting the slaves’ role in service.

Grabesians prize breast milk as a premium beverage, valuing its lower lactose content, which is more tolerable for adults, and its perceived immune-boosting properties. They consider drinking cow’s milk a barbaric practice suitable only for animals, feeding it to slaves to foster their growth and strength for labor, while free Grabesians consume human milk in culinary traditions, especially in tourist hubs like Ngalawa Bay.

Legal rules

• Collaring: Slaves are required to wear collars as a legal marker of their status.
• Nudity: Slaves are generally mandated to be kept naked for security reasons, although they may wear clothing if their work necessitates it.
• Escape Facilitation: Assisting in the escape of a slave, including the unauthorized removal of their collar, is considered a felony.
• Ban on Money Use: Slaves are prohibited from using money. Selling or providing a service to a slave in exchange for money is illegal.

While there is no explicit legal prohibition against it, allowing slaves to use electronic devices such as phones or laptops is generally avoided. This practice is discouraged to prevent unsupervised communication, the potential organization of slaves, and attempts at escape.

Sources of slaves

Raids

In regions not under government control, remnants of the three historically subjugated tribes still reside and the practice of acquiring slaves through raids remains prevalent. This method is entrenched in traditional Grabesian customs and continues to exist due to the incomplete subjugation during the Great War, which ended when the government established control over key strategic territories. These remote regions still host communities from these defeated tribes, who under Grabesian law, are subject to capture and enslavement.

Slave Colonies

Slave colonies exist where slaves are selectively paired by their owners to live in structured family units. During the day, these slaves are employed in agricultural or mining tasks. After their work, they return to communal housing within the colony to spend time with their families. These living conditions are highly valued by slaves, as they offer a semblance of family life, serving as an incentive for obedience. Owners often use the promise of placement in a slave colony to encourage good behavior, selecting the most obedient and docile slaves for breeding to perpetuate traits like docility. Other criteria for inclusion in these colonies may include desirable physical or health attributes, aiming to breed for beauty, strength, or similar characteristics.

Imports

While less common, slaves can also be imported from other parts of the world. However, this practice is rare due to the ample supply of slaves within Grabesh itself.

Distribution of Slaves by Sex

In Grabesh, the distribution of slaves by sex reflects the distinct roles they occupy within the economy. Male slaves primarily work in agriculture and mining, sectors that rely on their labor for physically demanding tasks such as farming and extraction operations. These industries, concentrated in rural and remote areas, result in a higher proportion of male slaves in those regions. Conversely, female slaves dominate service-oriented roles, including bartending, domestic work such as cleaning and cooking, and entertainment positions. This concentration of female slaves in urban settings contributes to a predominantly female slave population in towns and tourist hubs like Ngalawa Bay, while rural areas exhibit a greater presence of male slaves.

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Hi Everyone,

I’m happy and a bit sad to share the final installment of the story with you. This finally wraps up Melissa’s journey after 50 chapters! This has been an incredible experience, far longer and more intense than I ever imagined. There were moments I couldn’t think of anything else and was completely consumed by Grabesh’s world. I’m so grateful to those who’ve stuck with the story through every chapter, and shared your feedback and ideas along the way. Your support has meant the world to me, and thanks for sticking around for a story spanning 467 pages and nearly 200,000 words in Google Docs! I’ve learned a lot while writing this epic journey.

I’ve been touched by how much Melissa has resonated with many of you as a character, while Markus has often taken the most flak. I wanted to explore a character who starts innocent but becomes increasingly enamored with power and slavery, with his mindset shifting over the course of the story. He is the character I have had the most doubts about. How did you feel about their journeys in this final part? Did Melissa’s resilience and adaptation strike a chord, or did Markus’s choices frustrate you further? I’d love to hear your thoughts on their arcs, as well as any moments that stood out in this conclusion.

Please share your feedback in the comments, and don’t forget to rate this final update in the poll above. Thank you for joining me on this incredible journey. I can’t wait to hear what you think!

[lovethissite]

Hoggle: As with most things in life there has to be an end. Thanks for the story. Good luck. I hope you continue Melissa's story some day, but if not enjoy your life.

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Hi Lovethissite,

Hoggle: As with most things in life there has to be an end. Thanks for the story. Good luck. I hope you continue Melissa's story some day, but if not enjoy your life.

Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoyed the story, and you’re right, all good things must come to an end eventually. I’m feeling exhausted and ready for a break after this intense journey. I’ve learned so much from writing Melissa’s story, and your support, especially pointing me to the stripsearchforum when Literotica wouldn’t publish my chapters, has been a huge part of that. It’s thanks to you that I found this amazing community.

[CommodorRaptr]

I'm saddened to see it end but it's a damn good ending. We can see even at the very end that Melissa hasn't fully given up or really accepted her slavery but instead just deals with it. Such an interesting character. Looking forward to see other stories from you. Though I'd understand you taking a break after all this.

[truffe]

Excellent story and especially long full of highlights.
The most remarkable thing is that the story is complete, there are so many stories that stop along the way which is very frustrating for the reader.
I hope that after a short pause another story will be developed.
TRUFFE

[Skaldd]

Thank you for a wonderful story series.

First try and you created a masterpiece.

I am sad that it ended but glad to have read it. Will soon reread the entire thing from start to finish.

[jardam1]

Honestly, I don't know what to say. You've created a beautiful story. It's wonderfully written, detailed, and you've also included some really nice pictures. (And those pictures are really great. ).
But overall, I'm, I don't know, a little disappointed. Because the only winner in the story is Markus. Tariq and Amina left, Zahara withdrew, and Arbek ran away. Melissa remains a slave, and although she is partly responsible for her fate, I still don't think she deserves such a future.
So Markus is the only winner, even though he didn't quite get everything he wanted.
I don't know about others, but I like to use the stories I read as relaxation. As a kind of momentary escape from reality. Too often we see people like Markus winning at the expense of others. And that's why I always hope for a better ending, at least in stories, if not in the real world. And that's why this ending disappointed me so much. And that's why I probably won't be coming back to this story for a very long time.
I hope you won't be mad at me, too much. You are a talented writer and you will surely write many more stories. And I wish you happiness and much success in your future work.

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Hey Jarda,

Thanks for your feedback!

I get why you’re disappointed with the ending. I set out to write a darker tale where Melissa stays enslaved, mostly because I’ve always been drawn to stories like that myself and found the “freedom at the end” ones a bit flat. But putting myself into Melissa’s mind so much over the last few months, and the other girls’ too, has changed how I feel a bit. I’m not totally happy with her being stuck forever myself now. Maybe it’s not just the characters who have an arc, but the author too, learning as I go. That’s why I slipped that hint about covert groups freeing slaves into the Wikipedia page, maybe as a little spark for a follow-up where she could find a way out. I’ve been so encouraged by readers who loved the ending and the story’s depth, and I’m grateful for that. It’s spurred me to think about what’s next.

I think part of what left Melissa in this mess ties to the characters around her. Originally, I pictured Tariq, Amina, and Zahara as folks who seemed like friends but deep down didn’t mind slavery due to their upbringing in Grabesh. A twist to show how people can look nice on the surface but have quite different values beneath. I dropped that for Tariq and Amina as the story grew, because I felt that it didn’t fit their friendship with Melissa. Zahara ended up like that though because it suited her motive. Arbek, who was raised in England with values opposing slavery, was meant to help a bit at first but back off eventually since his bond with Melissa was weak. Something she worried about early on many times. But he surprised me, he fought harder than I had planned. Even after her interview in chapter 27 showed she didn't consider him a great match, and she intended to break up with him. Still, his eventual arrest left her exposed, which might add to why Markus came out on top.

My goal was to keep it entertaining with a dose of realism: real enough to pull you in, but not so bleak it kills the fun. That meant letting power tilt toward guys like Markus, but I always tried to show Melissa’s fight shining through.

As I wrote, I started daydreaming about a next chapter where Melissa and the girls might use those covert groups to break free, and I’d love your take on that! I’m not mad at all! I want to know what my readers think, and your input is a huge help. Wishing you all the best, and thanks for the kind words!

[jardam1]

I'm glad you're not mad at me and that you understand me. I really didn't mean to offend you or anything. Your story is really great and it's not your fault that I can't accept some of the things that happened in the story.
You wrote that as an author you learn as you go. And you learn well. You have a talent for describing characters and environments. And you can tell a story beautifully. And that's why I felt so many different emotions while reading your story. Probably mostly pity and compassion when it came to Melissa and anger, almost hatred, when it came to Markus. That shows how good a writer you are.
When you mentioned that you dream of another chapter where Melissa and the girls try to use a certain secret group to free themselves, I can say that I would really like to read that. I really wish Melissa could come home. And it would definitely be interesting to see Markus's expression if he ever met her outside of Grabesh on the street. But I understand that will never happen.
But if Melissa is really going to remain a slave for the rest of her life, it would be nice if she could at least find a Master or Mistress who would treat her at least a little decently and get away from Markus.
Thank you for the story, for your perseverance and the time you sacrificed to create this story. And I wish you much success and much inspiration in writing more stories.