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Completely unnecassary to clothed female slaves, her body is kept lewdly on display, with her arms forced behind her back with shackels. The only adornment she is allowed is a thin leather harness, pulled harshly between her asscheeks and tightly into her cunt, placed to futher humiliate her as a naked woman, it squeezing futher, tightly, inbetween her legs, as she is made to pull her cargo.
 
While I did add a few images of slave girls doing hard labor, I wanted to reflect on the life of a slave girl that is put to hard work.

Being a sex slave is no easy endeavor either. Being objectified, used and abused by your masters on a daily basis, then, whenever they decide you are no longer "beautiful enough" they get rid of you. However, the life of a slave girl that is sentenced to hard labor is even worse. No matter what she does... mining, chopping wood, hauling, rowing on a galley, carrying a cart or a wagon, cooking, cleaning, farming or building.

To some of your masters and overseers, you are just a beast of burden, a machine that they will keep lubricating until it breaks. You have to work hard, but also, not too hard. If you don't work hard enough, they will punish you. If you work too hard, you will be exhausted and less productive the next day. Not to mention that, if you prove to be a productive slave, they might expect you to work harder and harder each day. So, what is more painful? Hauling all those rocks or suffering the crack of the whip against your bare back? On the other hand, for other overseers, you are just a cheaper version of a sex slave. They stare at your naked body, they humiliate you and sometimes, they force you to do some "side chores" if you want to eat your lunch.

Then, there's the realization that in the end, nothing you do really matters. You're just a tiny cog in a giant machinery. Should you break apart or die, you are easily replaceable. Just like that. Nobody will miss you. And, as you work harder and harder, you realize that, with each day that passes, you are bringing your masters more income, allowing them to expand their operations and enslave even more women. So, what is the moral thing to do? Die? If it wouldn't be you, it would just be someone else. You will be killed and replaced by a more obedient woman that will break her back for her masters, bringing them profits.

Then, there's the other slave girls. Some of them may not even speak your language. Some others, might not even be in the mood for conversation after a day of hard work. Not to mention that talking during work hours is punishable. Perhaps, it would be wiser to spend your free time resting. And from time to time, your master (or mistress), might offer you an opportunity to climb high enough just to see some light into this hellhole. Maybe if you prove to be a good, obedient girl, they will allow you to become an overseer or an informant, snitching on potential rebels. Don't get me wrong, you would still be a nobody, a cheap broad that can be easily replaced, but you would be spared some punishment and hard labor. So, what do you do? You betray everyone you consider a "friend" or at least some acquaintance that you can talk to, for the sake of some minor rewards? Or, you stick to your moral code and endure the lashes coming from those that decided it's worth it to be the master's pet.

And finally, the old memories of your younger self. You were naive and aspiring. You wanted to become somebody. Get a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Maybe get married. Build a family. Well, all of that is now gone. You are just a beast of burden. And you know there's no way out. You want to die, but the lash of the whip is so painful that your survival instinct kicks in and you get back to work. You hate yourself and you hate everything around you. But nevertheless, you keep on going. Just to survive another day. Just to avoid that whip one more time.


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While I did add a few images of slave girls doing hard labor, I wanted to reflect on the life of a slave girl that is put to hard work.

Being a sex slave is no easy endeavor either. Being objectified, used and abused by your masters on a daily basis, then, whenever they decide you are no longer "beautiful enough" they get rid of you. However, the life of a slave girl that is sentenced to hard labor is even worse. No matter what she does... mining, chopping wood, hauling, rowing on a galley, carrying a cart or a wagon, cooking, cleaning, farming or building.

To some of your masters and overseers, you are just a beast of burden, a machine that they will keep lubricating until it breaks. You have to work hard, but also, not too hard. If you don't work hard enough, they will punish you. If you work too hard, you will be exhausted and less productive the next day. Not to mention that, if you prove to be a productive slave, they might expect you to work harder and harder each day. So, what is more painful? Hauling all those rocks or suffering the crack of the whip against your bare back? On the other hand, for other overseers, you are just a cheaper version of a sex slave. They stare at your naked body, they humiliate you and sometimes, they force you to do some "side chores" if you want to eat your lunch.

Then, there's the realization that in the end, nothing you do really matters. You're just a tiny cog in a giant machinery. Should you break apart or die, you are easily replaceable. Just like that. Nobody will miss you. And, as you work harder and harder, you realize that, with each day that passes, you are bringing your masters more income, allowing them to expand their operations and enslave even more women. So, what is the moral thing to do? Die? If it wouldn't be you, it would just be someone else. You will be killed and replaced by a more obedient woman that will break her back for her masters, bringing them profits.

Then, there's the other slave girls. Some of them may not even speak your language. Some others, might not even be in the mood for conversation after a day of hard work. Not to mention that talking during work hours is punishable. Perhaps, it would be wiser to spend your free time resting. And from time to time, your master (or mistress), might offer you an opportunity to climb high enough just to see some light into this hellhole. Maybe if you prove to be a good, obedient girl, they will allow you to become an overseer or an informant, snitching on potential rebels. Don't get me wrong, you would still be a nobody, a cheap broad that can be easily replaced, but you would be spared some punishment and hard labor. So, what do you do? You betray everyone you consider a "friend" or at least some acquaintance that you can talk to, for the sake of some minor rewards? Or, you stick to your moral code and endure the lashes coming from those that decided it's worth it to be the master's pet.

And finally, the old memories of your younger self. You were naive and aspiring. You wanted to become somebody. Get a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Maybe get married. Build a family. Well, all of that is now gone. You are just a beast of burden. And you know there's no way out. You want to die, but the lash of the whip is so painful that your survival instinct kicks in and you get back to work. You hate yourself and you hate everything around you. But nevertheless, you keep on going. Just to survive another day. Just to avoid that whip one more time.


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Dear friends, I have to mention that a country has a very big palace.

Because women's social rank is so low that it is difficult to understand, they are even regarded as animals by family members.

Because of the huge cultural differences,I don't quite understand why women do such heavy physical work.

In some parts of East Asia,It may be that women in these areas are not able to do manual work because of the well-known foot binding, or physical factors are not competent for manual work.Women's work is relatively simple,Cutting clothes and raising silkworms are the most common female jobs, and they can only do these jobs.

Naked women treading on the loom barefoot has always been a theme I like to fantasize about. I don't know what these are like to my friends here. Women and the loom and collecting mulberry leaves are all brand-new designs. I don't know if anyone thinks it interesting. Because of different cultures, it's normal to have no feeling.

It's just women in some areas.
 
Dear friends, I have to mention that a country has a very big palace.

Because women's social rank is so low that it is difficult to understand, they are even regarded as animals by family members.

Because of the huge cultural differences,I don't quite understand why women do such heavy physical work.

In some parts of East Asia,It may be that women in these areas are not able to do manual work because of the well-known foot binding, or physical factors are not competent for manual work.Women's work is relatively simple,Cutting clothes and raising silkworms are the most common female jobs, and they can only do these jobs.

Naked women treading on the loom barefoot has always been a theme I like to fantasize about. I don't know what these are like to my friends here. Women and the loom and collecting mulberry leaves are all brand-new designs. I don't know if anyone thinks it interesting. Because of different cultures, it's normal to have no feeling.

It's just women in some areas.
Oh, a refined slave owner from the Eastern parts of the world!

I have to admit, seeing some naked women treading on the loom, feeling those expensive, beautiful fabrics in their hands, as they sit there, naked, is a sweet irony that I can enjoy.
 
Oh, a refined slave owner from the Eastern parts of the world!

I have to admit, seeing some naked women treading on the loom, feeling those expensive, beautiful fabrics in their hands, as they sit there, naked, is a sweet irony that I can enjoy.
We're centered around the palace of a certain monarch, whose court houses women who are criminals, who are working, who are weaving and cutting clothes, and then they attack each other like animals, women are jealous beasts.

Their tongue is greater than the pain of a whip, because we have a super much dirty words, and to stimulate a woman, I just get Internet troll stimulated, it is very painful, because we have a very strong self-esteem, I can feel the great pain, he hurt you, and very casual, but we can't call it network violence, may be the opposite words against you, Just know a few Chinese characters, we do not have any way to prevent children from accessing the Internet, children are cruel tyrants.

Many families in The East Asian world do not raise children, because children are terrible, they are easy to bring disaster, the angel side is good, but the devil side is unbearable, their mistakes, are blamed on their parents. But I think their parents are innocent, because in East Asian society, their parents have to be restrained by their parents' parents. Old people dote on their children.
 
We're centered around the palace of a certain monarch, whose court houses women who are criminals, who are working, who are weaving and cutting clothes, and then they attack each other like animals, women are jealous beasts.

Their tongue is greater than the pain of a whip, because we have a super much dirty words, and to stimulate a woman, I just get Internet troll stimulated, it is very painful, because we have a very strong self-esteem, I can feel the great pain, he hurt you, and very casual, but we can't call it network violence, may be the opposite words against you, Just know a few Chinese characters, we do not have any way to prevent children from accessing the Internet, children are cruel tyrants.

Many families in The East Asian world do not raise children, because children are terrible, they are easy to bring disaster, the angel side is good, but the devil side is unbearable, their mistakes, are blamed on their parents. But I think their parents are innocent, because in East Asian society, their parents have to be restrained by their parents' parents. Old people dote on their children.
In fact, more female slaves in the East Asian world were able to do a lot of artistic things, chess, painting, calligraphy, music, and so on, and the characteristic of female slaves in East Asia was that they were educated. We also invented a special English word ~Tsing Yi.

Our emperors were easily angered and this is when the female slaves had to be bad luck because they would be used as scapegoats, they suffered and no one could save her, they were often brutalised in the stories, but this is a story unique to us. Then they were usually related, they had to deal with our eunuchs because they were in the palace, and those eunuchs were brutal little children who had no normal thinking and were so horrible that no one in the Far East wants to recall the horror stories of the eunuchs collecting the bodies of many children to make mysterious drugs for the emperor. So they had to find women to live with, each in a relationship of lovers.

We know that the cruelest incident of female slaves occurred about 500 years ago.
The eunuch treated the female slaves severely.
The female slaves were used for drug tests. Most of the poor girls died. Later, things turned around. A high-ranking female slave passed the news to some victims who were about to be used for drug tests. 15 female slaves were angry. They took extremely crazy measures to murder the emperor, This is unacceptable in any country in the Far East. The emperor was once the God of each of us in the Far East, although they disappeared in history. But we still worship rights.

These female slaves were very young and there were even foolish women among them who saw the emperor as a god, so the plan to murder the emperor went just short of success and the emperor was about to be strangled to death. The slave girls gave up. In reality, there was no point in killing the emperor because we had a very well established system of succession to the throne, only a different emperor and the eunuchs still had to carry out drug trials to keep the emperor healthy. This is the mysterious cult about the emperor in the Far East. The emperor is protected by a 2,000 year old tradition, he is closely linked to rain and all luck in agrarian civilisations and we believe that a good emperor represents good luck.

After the failure, we should mention the queen here. She is also a senior female slave. All women are animals. This setting is eternal, and the emperor is the real God. Because a man is a man in the farming world. He can produce food and be a craftsman. Women's work is what I said. Fertility is not work, but instinct. Just as men's instinct is to be soldiers, this is recognized in most East Asian civilizations.

The queen was very afraid. She was afraid that the emperor would punish her or replace her with a new female slave, so she imposed heavy punishment on the two young senior female slaves. She also asked the cruel eunuchs to let 15 arrested rebellious female slaves identify the two young senior female slaves.

17 Royal female slaves all admitted their crimes, and finally they were brutally killed. Everyone was cut into a pile of bones.

This story is very interesting. It only exists in the Far East. I don't like the cruel ending, but this story is a good story template for me.
 
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While I did add a few images of slave girls doing hard labor, I wanted to reflect on the life of a slave girl that is put to hard work.

Being a sex slave is no easy endeavor either. Being objectified, used and abused by your masters on a daily basis, then, whenever they decide you are no longer "beautiful enough" they get rid of you. However, the life of a slave girl that is sentenced to hard labor is even worse. No matter what she does... mining, chopping wood, hauling, rowing on a galley, carrying a cart or a wagon, cooking, cleaning, farming or building.

To some of your masters and overseers, you are just a beast of burden, a machine that they will keep lubricating until it breaks. You have to work hard, but also, not too hard. If you don't work hard enough, they will punish you. If you work too hard, you will be exhausted and less productive the next day. Not to mention that, if you prove to be a productive slave, they might expect you to work harder and harder each day. So, what is more painful? Hauling all those rocks or suffering the crack of the whip against your bare back? On the other hand, for other overseers, you are just a cheaper version of a sex slave. They stare at your naked body, they humiliate you and sometimes, they force you to do some "side chores" if you want to eat your lunch.

Then, there's the realization that in the end, nothing you do really matters. You're just a tiny cog in a giant machinery. Should you break apart or die, you are easily replaceable. Just like that. Nobody will miss you. And, as you work harder and harder, you realize that, with each day that passes, you are bringing your masters more income, allowing them to expand their operations and enslave even more women. So, what is the moral thing to do? Die? If it wouldn't be you, it would just be someone else. You will be killed and replaced by a more obedient woman that will break her back for her masters, bringing them profits.

Then, there's the other slave girls. Some of them may not even speak your language. Some others, might not even be in the mood for conversation after a day of hard work. Not to mention that talking during work hours is punishable. Perhaps, it would be wiser to spend your free time resting. And from time to time, your master (or mistress), might offer you an opportunity to climb high enough just to see some light into this hellhole. Maybe if you prove to be a good, obedient girl, they will allow you to become an overseer or an informant, snitching on potential rebels. Don't get me wrong, you would still be a nobody, a cheap broad that can be easily replaced, but you would be spared some punishment and hard labor. So, what do you do? You betray everyone you consider a "friend" or at least some acquaintance that you can talk to, for the sake of some minor rewards? Or, you stick to your moral code and endure the lashes coming from those that decided it's worth it to be the master's pet.

And finally, the old memories of your younger self. You were naive and aspiring. You wanted to become somebody. Get a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Maybe get married. Build a family. Well, all of that is now gone. You are just a beast of burden. And you know there's no way out. You want to die, but the lash of the whip is so painful that your survival instinct kicks in and you get back to work. You hate yourself and you hate everything around you. But nevertheless, you keep on going. Just to survive another day. Just to avoid that whip one more time.


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The cover from one of my stories!
 
While I did add a few images of slave girls doing hard labor, I wanted to reflect on the life of a slave girl that is put to hard work.

Being a sex slave is no easy endeavor either. Being objectified, used and abused by your masters on a daily basis, then, whenever they decide you are no longer "beautiful enough" they get rid of you. However, the life of a slave girl that is sentenced to hard labor is even worse. No matter what she does... mining, chopping wood, hauling, rowing on a galley, carrying a cart or a wagon, cooking, cleaning, farming or building.

To some of your masters and overseers, you are just a beast of burden, a machine that they will keep lubricating until it breaks. You have to work hard, but also, not too hard. If you don't work hard enough, they will punish you. If you work too hard, you will be exhausted and less productive the next day. Not to mention that, if you prove to be a productive slave, they might expect you to work harder and harder each day. So, what is more painful? Hauling all those rocks or suffering the crack of the whip against your bare back? On the other hand, for other overseers, you are just a cheaper version of a sex slave. They stare at your naked body, they humiliate you and sometimes, they force you to do some "side chores" if you want to eat your lunch.

Then, there's the realization that in the end, nothing you do really matters. You're just a tiny cog in a giant machinery. Should you break apart or die, you are easily replaceable. Just like that. Nobody will miss you. And, as you work harder and harder, you realize that, with each day that passes, you are bringing your masters more income, allowing them to expand their operations and enslave even more women. So, what is the moral thing to do? Die? If it wouldn't be you, it would just be someone else. You will be killed and replaced by a more obedient woman that will break her back for her masters, bringing them profits.

Then, there's the other slave girls. Some of them may not even speak your language. Some others, might not even be in the mood for conversation after a day of hard work. Not to mention that talking during work hours is punishable. Perhaps, it would be wiser to spend your free time resting. And from time to time, your master (or mistress), might offer you an opportunity to climb high enough just to see some light into this hellhole. Maybe if you prove to be a good, obedient girl, they will allow you to become an overseer or an informant, snitching on potential rebels. Don't get me wrong, you would still be a nobody, a cheap broad that can be easily replaced, but you would be spared some punishment and hard labor. So, what do you do? You betray everyone you consider a "friend" or at least some acquaintance that you can talk to, for the sake of some minor rewards? Or, you stick to your moral code and endure the lashes coming from those that decided it's worth it to be the master's pet.

And finally, the old memories of your younger self. You were naive and aspiring. You wanted to become somebody. Get a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Maybe get married. Build a family. Well, all of that is now gone. You are just a beast of burden. And you know there's no way out. You want to die, but the lash of the whip is so painful that your survival instinct kicks in and you get back to work. You hate yourself and you hate everything around you. But nevertheless, you keep on going. Just to survive another day. Just to avoid that whip one more time.


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Love #6 and #7
 
In fact, more female slaves in the East Asian world were able to do a lot of artistic things, chess, painting, calligraphy, music, and so on, and the characteristic of female slaves in East Asia was that they were educated. We also invented a special English word ~Tsing Yi.

Our emperors were easily angered and this is when the female slaves had to be bad luck because they would be used as scapegoats, they suffered and no one could save her, they were often brutalised in the stories, but this is a story unique to us. Then they were usually related, they had to deal with our eunuchs because they were in the palace, and those eunuchs were brutal little children who had no normal thinking and were so horrible that no one in the Far East wants to recall the horror stories of the eunuchs collecting the bodies of many children to make mysterious drugs for the emperor. So they had to find women to live with, each in a relationship of lovers.

We know that the cruelest incident of female slaves occurred about 500 years ago.
The eunuch treated the female slaves severely.
The female slaves were used for drug tests. Most of the poor girls died. Later, things turned around. A high-ranking female slave passed the news to some victims who were about to be used for drug tests. 15 female slaves were angry. They took extremely crazy measures to murder the emperor, This is unacceptable in any country in the Far East. The emperor was once the God of each of us in the Far East, although they disappeared in history. But we still worship rights.

These female slaves were very young and there were even foolish women among them who saw the emperor as a god, so the plan to murder the emperor went just short of success and the emperor was about to be strangled to death. The slave girls gave up. In reality, there was no point in killing the emperor because we had a very well established system of succession to the throne, only a different emperor and the eunuchs still had to carry out drug trials to keep the emperor healthy. This is the mysterious cult about the emperor in the Far East. The emperor is protected by a 2,000 year old tradition, he is closely linked to rain and all luck in agrarian civilisations and we believe that a good emperor represents good luck.

After the failure, we should mention the queen here. She is also a senior female slave. All women are animals. This setting is eternal, and the emperor is the real God. Because a man is a man in the farming world. He can produce food and be a craftsman. Women's work is what I said. Fertility is not work, but instinct. Just as men's instinct is to be soldiers, this is recognized in most East Asian civilizations.

The queen was very afraid. She was afraid that the emperor would punish her or replace her with a new female slave, so she imposed heavy punishment on the two young senior female slaves. She also asked the cruel eunuchs to let 15 arrested rebellious female slaves identify the two young senior female slaves.

17 Royal female slaves all admitted their crimes, and finally they were brutally killed. Everyone was cut into a pile of bones.

This story is very interesting. It only exists in the Far East. I don't like the cruel ending, but this story is a good story template for me.
English is your third language i know..but you wrote interesting things. :)
 
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