Chained by Fate

[fallenmystic]

Seems quite convenient, especaillu in places which won't allow slaves in for either moral or hygiene reasons.

You will see a similar scene in one of the later chapters

A decent musing on the relationship between slaves and the whip, too - might borrow it for mi bdsmlr at some point. Of course, not all slaves might agree...

Thanks! And of course, feel free to borrow and develop any such settings you find to be interesting in my story.

I have to admit, I do find this view of slaves disconcerting and incongruous, but that probably means it's being done right - intent to disturb and all...

Another disconcerting aspect, although this time I do get the point - make them say it long enough, hear it often enough, and eventually they might believe it.

To think of it, I think I should have taken more time to shed some lights into the thought process of the girls in such a condition. It must have been a gradual process to start from being an independent and free individual to become accepting the 'fact' that she is just a tool and an inferior animal to her owner.

If I happen to write another story, I suppose it could very well be a 'prequel' of my current story. So I can describe what Siss experienced in a training camp, and how her mind has been transformed into her current status.

hmm... I think I have somehow similar and yet opposite feelings. I like the system, but I also like luck to remain a factor. It's not so deep a sting if one never had any chance of being more - look how much the mine is affecting Barbara as opposed to the rest. And I like contrasting "good" and "bad" masters.

Because of that, slavery in mi ideas tends to follow a more broad-spectrum, Romanesque model, with a wide variety of entrances and exits. But there is something to be said for tales of doom too, at least from a horror perspective.

Your comment made me realize how much similar all the overseers in my story are. There are no 'good' or 'bad' ones, but all just shallow instances of the same racist, and sadist prototype. It doesn't have to include sympathetic or kind ones, but now I see that it would have been better if I had at least added some variety. And maybe the same can be said about other slave girls, except for Raisin, maybe.

Thankfully, the story requires a more peculiar Master character to be introduced soon, so I hope the problem could be somewhat mitigated after that.

Anyway. It was an excellent point and I really appreciate such kind of a criticism. It helps me realize what I'm missing as a beginner in writing stories, and motivates me to become better.

Thanks very much! A great review as always!

 

[KageKamen]

To think of it, I think I should have taken more time to shed some lights into the thought process of the girls in such a condition. It must have been a gradual process to start from being an independent and free individual to become accepting the 'fact' that she is just a tool and an inferior animal to her owner.

If I happen to write another story, I suppose it could very well be a 'prequel' of my current story. So I can describe what Siss experienced in a training camp, and how her mind has been transformed into her current status.

Sounds like a pretty depressing story - but then, so is this one. I'd say too much hopelessness can be a turnoff, but then I remember what this site is built on.

Your comment made me realize how much similar all the overseers in my story are. There are no 'good' or 'bad' ones, but all just shallow instances of the same racist, and sadist prototype. It doesn't have to include sympathetic or kind ones, but now I see that it would have been better if I had at least added some variety. And maybe the same can be said about other slave girls, except for Raisin, maybe.

Thankfully, the story requires a more peculiar Master character to be introduced soon, so I hope the problem could be somewhat mitigated after that.

For masters to think slaves all interchangeable is ignorant but understandable. For us to make the opposite mistake is perhaps more ironic?

I do think that slave sympathisers are unlikely to be employed in this kind of place. But even so, some of the cruellest ones excesses - like what happened in the mess hall - might disgust even their peers. And there are other ways of making them individual too - so some of them can be feared more than the usual.

 

[KageKamen]

Chained by Fate - Part 8

Some nice exposition of both the personal and worldbuildinng sorts. Barbara is very foolish to come running like that, but perhaps after what happened to her family she was at a low point.

Sad to learn the grim fate of all slaves - although I wonder how many years have passed for it to become standardised? (Also, more fool those who overlook the potenntial of old slaves.) And the closing part offers a little taste of what's to come next time -enough to get me quite excited, considering mi proclivities.

 

[fallenmystic]

Sounds like a pretty depressing story - but then, so is this one. I'd say too much hopelessness can be a turnoff, but then I remember what this site is built on...
I do think that slave sympathisers are unlikely to be employed in this kind of place. But even so, some of the cruellest ones excesses - like what happened in the mess hall - might disgust even their peers. And there are other ways of making them individual too - so some of them can be feared more than the usual.

I think the apparent excessive hopelessness and psychological cruelty is due to my personal preferences. I wanted to write a story in which girls would be completely stripped of their human dignity, without using much violence and gore. I won't spoil the story much, but it won't remain entirely hopeless and gloomy tothe end, but probably it won't make our protagonist a human again either.

But you are absolutely right about the lack of diversity among the overseer characters. I believe it's mostly because of my inexperience, and maybe laziness too. To think of it, many great novels that I love contain such vivid characters - even minor ones - who just live their own lives inside the story with their distinctive personality and agenda, so that the story almost feels like it is written by itself, as those characters interact each other.

Probably, I won't be able to produce anything close to that any time soon. But at least now I can see in what aspect I could try improving my skills. And I guess that's at least something.

Sad to learn the grim fate of all slaves - although I wonder how many years have passed for it to become standardised?

Actually, that's something I was also wondering myself. It's hard to believe that such an extreme form of slavery would be established in a short amount of time. But I also want to have both of our protagonists to remember when they were young when the racial discrimination wasn't that bad. So, I suppose that it was the last 10 or so years that saw the emergence of such a system, possibly accelerated by the excessive racial propaganda during the war period.

 

[KageKamen]

I think the apparent excessive hopelessness and psychological cruelty is due to my personal preferences. I wanted to write a story in which girls would be completely stripped of their human dignity, without using much violence and gore. I won't spoil the story much, but it won't remain entirely hopeless and gloomy tothe end, but probably it won't make our protagonist a human again either.

Interesting - and of course, we have more than one protagonist. No saying both will meet the same end...

But you are absolutely right about the lack of diversity among the overseer characters. I believe it's mostly because of my inexperience, and maybe laziness too. To think of it, many great novels that I love contain such vivid characters - even minor ones - who just live their own lives inside the story with their distinctive personality and agenda, so that the story almost feels like it is written by itself, as those characters interact each other.

It's fair enough to focus the story on a few characters - it's not like the other slaves, save perhaps Rasin, have done anything to stand out either. And in-universe, it's quite possible the guards were hired specifically for their brutal and drastic proclivities.

cAtually, that's something I was also wondering myself. It's hard to believe that such an extreme form of slavery would be established in a short amount of time. But I also want to have both of our protagonists to remember when they were young when the racial discrimination wasn't that bad. So, I suppose that it was the last 10 or so years that saw the emergence of such a system, possibly accelerated by the excessive racial propaganda during the war period.

Well that raises a few possibilities. A couple of the more hopeful ones are that the intensity is a temporary thing which will end with the war (one way or another) or that perhaps the sister is a lot less functional in practice than someone who's been in a mine for iv's duration and someone who's been out of the country can tell? Could be that a lot of people on the outside pay lip service to the rules at best, and opposition parties work to blunt them. But of course, no news like that would be allowed to trickle down this low.

Of course, there are probably more cynical interpretations as well, pointing to past occasions when people have turned on their "different" neighbours rather swiftly... but even then, how many families hid Jews during the Holocaust?

 

[KageKamen]

Chained by Fate - Part 9

A painful and horrible awakening, proving again the sheer nastiness of the guards employed here.

Instead, it was a mandatory procedure for all slave owners to take those photos of their properties and upload them to the National Slave Registry(NSR) each day... when a slave runs away, they can identify her by comparing her face with the wanted girl's recent photo records... Also, they can provide valuable information to the buyer when she was sold either in a public auction or private exchange.... Some breeders check earlier photos of their potential procurements when they buy old former A or B grade girls for the purpose.

Wonders of modern technology! Slavers of history wish they had such a convenient system. I'll bet some private owners slack on it though, or make the slaves take them themselves... is there a fine for failure to update, or just posting the same pictures each day?

"Cunt five-two-one-seven begs to poop, Master."
"Cunt three-o-double-six begs to pee, Master."
"Cunt two-five-seven-four begs to poop, Master."
"Cunt double-four-one-eight begs to poop, Master."


Having our most basic bodily functions so controlled by our owners, we learn that nothing we do with our bodies can be performed against their will. And every shred of our sense of human dignity so stripped from us, we learn that we are nothing but animals compared with our superior owners. That was also the reason why they never bathe us, or why they shave our heads while leaving other body hairs intact.

Being forced to pee like a dog with our hairy bodies smeared with our own excretions, it becomes easier for us to see who we really are. A stupid, filthy animal that is closer to a monkey than proper human beings like our owners. And with our heads so shaved to reveal our ugliness, we no longer fancy that we still possess our feminine attraction to sway our owners - a potentially dangerous weapon of a naked female slave.

Ahh - the part I've been waiting for, especially since the end of last chapter. Unlike some of uour commentators, I find such fulfillment of natural needs as exciting as the jingle of chains, especially when put in such a degrading context. And that's certainly done well here.

However, that doesn't mean I wasn't shocked out of mi comfort zone at some points. First when you talked about sticking pickaxe shafts up asses, because that's not quite in the same wheelhouse. And then when drinking time came, because some things are too filthy even for me. So congrats on successful disturbance of reader norms!

On a side note, I didn't know what 'squalor' means so I had to consult a dictionary. And from the description, I think it neatly surmises those elements that I personally I love to find in my poor slave girls of my story.

Inndeed, it's a word well-suited for uour innterests.

 

[KageKamen]

Chained by Fate - Part 10

In short, each girl was assigned a single simple task and made to repeat the process endlessly until her body finally succumbs to the exertion and no longer to be useful. At that point, they hanged the spent girl from one of the beams in the corridors, so that she can be a reminder to other girls what awaits them when they cease to be useful. Then they cut down the body after one or two days and dump it into the incinerator with other wastes from the facility. But before that, they usually file a procurement request for a replacement, which typically arrives in two to three days.

Few girls lasted more than five years in this condition, and that was how they were cleaning the country of more defective genes like my own. Even now, they were trying to improve this subhuman species by breeding those retired A-grade girls to produce the next generation slave girls. They will look more like proper human girls and less like me. And they will eventually replace inferior breeds like me in just a few years.

OK, I think I get whi parts of this stori are disturbing me so much - it's because it's basically a concentration camp stori underground. Which I guess points out how similar those were to the low points of any slave sistem...

As he was done with the beatings, Master Zinovieff wiped his brows to clean off sweats from the exercise and commanded me bluntly, "Toilet!".
"Yes, Master!" Like an automaton, my body reacted to his command immediately, even before my mind comprehended its meaning. I hit the ground with my knees and spread my thighs. With my hands locked behind my head, and my breasts pushed forward, I opened my mouth wide and tilted my head back slightly. My eyes locked with Barbara's and we stared into each other, as Master Zinovieff undid his zipper and pulled out his fat shaft.

"Chair!" Suddenly, Master Zinovieff's voice rang from the opposite side again, and I saw poor 2574 immediately throwing herself on all fours and raised her back in the shape of a table. He grabbed a rag and rubbed it on 2574's back a few times to clean off the grime and sweat before he sat down upon the tiny girl's frame.

Indeed, I suspected but I didn't want to know...Keeps the infrastructure budget low though, I suppose.

And it looks like Siss is reaching her braking point...

 

[Jollyrei]

It looks like my story won't get much attraction outside the few you've been so kindly following and liking it so far.

It's fine with me really, although I'd be lying if I say I wouldn't have loved it if my story was more popular.

It can take awhile. Not everyone who reads comments either: Sometimes shorter posts helps as not everyone has the time to read longer segments.

I can't speak for everyone, certainly, but as I've said before, write what interests you and gets you going. Some people are busy, and you've just hit coronavirus season. People are anxious and preoccupied. Some will use CF as an escape. Others won't be able to. For example, I am quite busy (overworked, to be honest) directly as a result of the coronavirus. I have very limited time IRL for anything. I try to spend a couple of hours sporadically on CF, but it's pretty hit and miss for me these days. This is not a reflection on your story, but I don't have time to read, comment, and/or "like" all kinds of things right now. Do carry on. We appreciate your efforts.

 

[fallenmystic]

Well that raises a few possibilities. A couple of the more hopeful ones are that the intensity is a temporary thing which will end with the war (one way or another) or that perhaps the sister is a lot less functional in practice than someone who's been in a mine for iv's duration and someone who's been out of the country can tell? Could be that a lot of people on the outside pay lip service to the rules at best, and opposition parties work to blunt them. But of course, no news like that would be allowed to trickle down this low.

Of course, there are probably more cynical interpretations as well, pointing to past occasions when people have turned on their "different" neighbours rather swiftly... but even then, how many families hid Jews during the Holocaust?

Honestly, I haven't put much thoughts on how the world outside the mine would react to such a drastic social change. I have some backstory in my mind, however, which I've been working on for a potential prequel. The world seen in the current story is a contemporary one, but in an alternate timeline where it was ravaged by the Third World War. The timeline diverges at the height of the Cold War, and in this world, the entire American continent and most part of the Western Europe were ravaged by mutual nuclear attacks.

In the aftermath of the nuclear disaster, Australia, a part of Canada, and the Southern part of Africa (that was the reason why Barbara was sent to South Africa) managed to remain as independent, but minor republics. But the remaining world was consolidated into two rival super powers - a Slavic empire which absorbed refugees from the former Western Europe, and United Asian Nations which integrated most part of the former East Asian countries. (It was the reason why I mentioned such countries as 'former China' or 'former Indonnesia' and so on)

I haven't named the Slavic empire yet, but it has been the background of my current story. And the rivarly between the two super power highlighted the difference between their respective ethnic demographics, which gave rise to racism in both of the countries. And when the UAN invaded the Slavic empire, it massacred large number of civilians there and almost conquered the whole country before it was driven back thanks to Barbara's father. This event was what directly triggered such extreme racist sentiments among the citizens of the empire, and the government cemented them by media and educational propaganda campaigns.

As such, I think it's unlikely that such deep rooted racial prejudices would disappear any time soon, or that there would be significant resistance among the citizens against such a racist regime. However, there are still a few number of individuals who feel sympathetic towards their friends with Asian ethnicity. And the prequel, if I decide to write it, would start from the timeline when Siss was hiding in the apartment of one of such friends, observing how the outside world changes before she got eventually arrested and sent to the slave training camp.

Wonders of modern technology! Slavers of history wish they had such a convenient system. I'll bet some private owners slack on it though, or make the slaves take them themselves... is there a fine for failure to update, or just posting the same pictures each day?

I assumed the app would sound an alarm if the owner doesn't upload photos. Maybe he could also be fined, if he neglected the duty multiple times?

Ahh - the part I've been waiting for, especially since the end of last chapter. Unlike some of uour commentators, I find such fulfillment of natural needs as exciting as the jingle of chains, especially when put in such a degrading context. And that's certainly done well here.

However, that doesn't mean I wasn't shocked out of mi comfort zone at some points. First when you talked about sticking pickaxe shafts up asses, because that's not quite in the same wheelhouse. And then when drinking time came, because some things are too filthy even for me. So congrats on successful disturbance of reader norms!
...
OK, I think I get whi parts of this stori are disturbing me so much - it's because it's basically a concentration camp stori underground. Which I guess points out how similar those were to the low points of any slave sistem...

I knew you'd like it And I almost feel glad that my story managed to disturb some people - I think it's at least better than writing a boring story. But the story will soon (in 2 episodes maybe?) take a different turn and we'll leave some of the disturbing elements behind (and maybe getting new ones). So I hope it would help those who got turned off by some of the extreme elements of the story.

Great review as always, I really appreciate it!

I can't speak for everyone, certainly, but as I've said before, write what interests you and gets you going. Some people are busy, and you've just hit coronavirus season. People are anxious and preoccupied. Some will use CF as an escape. Others won't be able to. For example, I am quite busy (overworked, to be honest) directly as a result of the coronavirus. I have very limited time IRL for anything. I try to spend a couple of hours sporadically on CF, but it's pretty hit and miss for me these days. This is not a reflection on your story, but I don't have time to read, comment, and/or "like" all kinds of things right now. Do carry on. We appreciate your efforts.

I understand. Actually, I also had to work through the weekends for two consecutive weeks so I couldn't find enough time to read much on CF, not to mention of finishing the next chapter of my story. I think I'd be able to have more leisure from today and I'm intending to go start working on my story again.

I hope you could also go back to your normal schedule soon, and I wish you could stay healthy amidst the Corona outbreak wherever you live.

Thanks much for the kind words!

 

[KageKamen]

Honestly, I haven't put much thoughts on how the world outside the mine would react to such a drastic social change. I have some backstory in my mind, however, which I've been working on for a potential prequel. The world seen in the current story is a contemporary one, but in an alternate timeline where it was ravaged by the Third World War. The timeline diverges at the height of the Cold War, and in this world, the entire American continent and most part of the Western Europe were ravaged by mutual nuclear attacks.

In the aftermath of the nuclear disaster, Australia, a part of Canada, and the Southern part of Africa (that was the reason why Barbara was sent to South Africa) managed to remain as independent, but minor republics. But the remaining world was consolidated into two rival super powers - a Slavic empire which absorbed refugees from the former Western Europe, and United Asian Nations which integrated most part of the former East Asian countries. (It was the reason why I mentioned such countries as 'former China' or 'former Indonnesia' and so on)

I haven't named the Slavic empire yet, but it has been the background of my current story. And the rivarly between the two super power highlighted the difference between their respective ethnic demographics, which gave rise to racism in both of the countries. And when the UAN invaded the Slavic empire, it massacred large number of civilians there and almost conquered the whole country before it was driven back thanks to Barbara's father. This event was what directly triggered such extreme racist sentiments among the citizens of the empire, and the government cemented them by media and educational propaganda campaigns.

As such, I think it's unlikely that such deep rooted racial prejudices would disappear any time soon, or that there would be significant resistance among the citizens against such a racist regime. However, there are still a few number of individuals who feel sympathetic towards their friends with Asian ethnicity. And the prequel, if I decide to write it, would start from the timeline when Siss was hiding in the apartment of one of such friends, observing how the outside world changes before she got eventually arrested and sent to the slave training camp.

Interesting - you mentioned parts of this to me before, but I didn't realise how far back or drastic the changes were.

One question to consider is how common Asians were in the other country in the first place - factor in those who would have fought or fled when it became clear how things were going, and I'm not sure there would be that many slaves around.

I assumed the app would sound an alarm if the owner doesn't upload photos. Maybe he could also be fined, if he neglected the duty multiple times?

I presume the purpose of the daily updates is to confirm the slave hasn't escaped? Is there ani way to verify who's sending them?

I hope you could also go back to your normal schedule soon, and I wish you could stay healthy amidst the Corona outbreak wherever you live.

I suspect such an outbeak inn this setting might trigger mass slave cullinngs...

 

[KageKamen]

First off, the basic pose for my slaves. In my story, the slaves are often forced to pose themselves either in kneeling or squatting position, as shown in the attached images.

All else aside, it's quite difficult and painful to hold for long periods. Which is likely the point.

And as my story has a recurring theme of treating female slaves as animals, I like the idea of keeping them unwashed and unshaven. And also, they are often forced to relieve like a dog. These images show some of the elements that match such theme:

As befits such lowly creatures. Although that third one looks like she might be in for some trouble, soiling her master's nice clean bathroom like that.

And there was a scene in which a slave was forced to clean her master's boots with her sex and tongue (in that order). I found a few images with a similar theme, so I'll attach them here.

I can't really see how intimate contact with those wretches can make anything cleaner.

 

[fallenmystic]

Chained by Fate - Part 11

I could barely walk when the day was over, having taken significant beatings between my legs for repeatedly missing my quota. It was usually just a couple of vicious slaps across the breasts, but as I missed the quota by such a large margin, I had to suffer the full consequences.

I couldn't let them punish Barbara anymore, so I had to keep pushing what I dug from the wall towards her side. Barbara protested with angry, but silent gestures when the overseer looked the other way, but I insisted.

Of course, it didn't fool Master Borisov, who replaced Master Zinovieff for the second shift and had spent more time in this mine than that sadistic bastard. But he didn't care as long as the gang as a whole could meet its quota.

When he noticed what I was doing, he just shrugged and remarked, "I know you are quite a digger, you little mole. With that ugly monkey face of yours, we'd have hanged you a long time ago, if you weren't useful otherwise. So what gives?"
He grabbed Barbara by her chin and turned her face in different directions as he added, "So you got a fancy for this thing, is that it?" I didn't answer him because it was more of such a monologue you would do when your dog is around than any real conversation.

After inspecting Barbara's features, he released her chin and smirked, "Yeah, this one looks alright for a chink. I'll give you that. But what are you going to do with it, chimp? Make out or something?" He condescendingly patted my bald head several times before walking away.

You know what? I am going to protect her no matter what. That's something I can do, an ugly and worthless chink I am. I made up my mind at that moment.

After the overseers withdrew to their quarter after securing us for the night, Barbara confronted me, "Why did you do that?" with her whisper trembling with emotion.
"Don't think about it, Barb. I just had to do it." I swallowed the words "for you," as I whispered her back, feigning casualness.
"Thank you, Siss." I felt the burning pain on my shredded skin somehow subsiding with her soothing voice.
Opening our legs towards the ceiling, we stared into the darkness in silence for a while.

With her slender arms and shoulders, Barbara couldn't compete with other ill-nourished, but more muscular girls like me. Chosen by natural selection to thrive, or at least to perish more slowly, those surviving girls had such strength and endurance suitable for living like moles while digging holes underground.

Barbara may become like them someday if she survives. And I'm going to turn that 'if' into a certainty. For what? I don't know. She may suffer a few more years because of me until she inevitably expires and thrown into the incinerator. But I can't stand the idea of her slender body hanging from the ceiling. No, I can't let it happen! I just want to hear her sweet voice at night, and have her by my side when I suffer by day. That was the best definition of 'happiness' I could imagine in this hell hole.

"They wouldn't have beaten us like that if we were like Raisin, would they?" Barbara asked suddenly.
"I'm pretty sure C-grade girls would also get whipped from time to time, Barb."
"Even between the legs?" she shuddered as she asked.
"Even between the legs," I repeated matter-of-factly.

I could sense a hint of dread and pain from her voice. It must have left her quite a significant mental scar to be punished in such unthinkable ways. But I know Barbara is a strong girl, if not physically so. Otherwise, she would have become a trainwreck already, from all the abuses she had to suffer since yesterday. I don't think she had ever imagined a world where a girl can be ordered to spread her legs and beaten until she bleeds before.

But she somehow survived and even managed to maintain an almost cheerful mood. I wondered how much of it could be attributed to my presence. After all, a naked girl who's been dancing under a whip doesn't turn cheerful without a reason.

"Then how are they different from us?" Babara broke the gloomy silence.
"They have hairs, haven't they?" I imagined Barbara's face with a few different hairstyles as I continued, "But yes, they are still 'work slaves' like us, deemed too ugly to be used for a sexual purpose."
"Do you think I look ugly?" Barbara asked hesitantly.
"No! You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen, Barb. ...in this mine, I mean."
There was no answer. Probably Barbara felt embarrassed by my compliment or was secretly smiling in the dark, I couldn't tell.

Most C-grade girls are workers like us, but they have less offensive features to their white owner's eyes. As such, they were employed mainly for any manual labour which needs to be performed in a public space, like mopping the floor of a subway station or sweeping the streets, for example. They were also kept naked and chained at all times, but they were allowed some autonomy, unlike us. So they don't need permission to take a pee or rest, for instance, but it wasn't too uncommon to see a C-grade girl tied to a lamp post or splayed on the sideway and brutally whipped for abusing that freedom.

"What about the B-grade girls? Can we become one?" Barbara asked with envy, as if it was some celebrity actress or a singer whom we were talking about.
"No, I don't think so." Feeling pity for her desperation, I explained calmly, as a girl would to her younger sister, "They usually reevaluate a slave girl's grade every few years, but she never goes up in the rank, Barb."
"Why not?" she insisted.
"Do you think your breasts would look fuller if they get whipped for a few more years?"
"You have a point, Siss." Barbara grudgingly conceded.
"But you are as beautiful as most B-grade girls I've seen, Barb. I really don't know why they gave you the D-grade."
"You think so?" Her voice somewhat brightened.
"I do." I could almost see her smiling. Imagining Barbara's peach coloured cheeks in my mind, I continued, "They are basically sex toys, and they also serve as maids, Barb."
"So, they are prostitutes?" Barbara asked disapprovingly.
"No, a prostitute would get paid at least. But you know, they can wear some clothes."
"Really? I envy them then, Siss," Barbara sighed and deplored demurely, "I can gladly be a prostitute if I can wear panties, at least."
"But they don't have to give us anything to get between our legs, Barb."
Barbara remained silent, and I immediately regretted reminding her of the cruel reality.

"What kind of clothes those B-grade girls wear?" Barbara broke the silence eventually, with her renewed interest of those superior girls she cannot be.
"It depends. They still can't wear anything to cover their brands which is against the law. However, they are often allowed to wear a short skirt or loincloth for decency when they go outside, " I replied as I shifted my body to get a more comfortable position. Feeling the heavy, rusted iron pressing upon my neck, I added, "Oh, and they also wear fancy leather collars too."
"Like those BDSM people do?" Barbara asked me.
"BDSM people? Who are they?" I asked as I tried to push the collar down with my chin.
"When I was in South Africa, I met a girl who said she was a slave. And she always wore a collar like that," Barbara explained.
"Do they have slaves in South Africa, too?" I asked in a surprised voice.

I have never imagined there would be slavery like we have in another country before. Maybe they are enslaving black girls instead of Asians? We had a small number of people with an African origin before the Slavery Act. But I heard they were just killed instead of being enslaved like us, deemed to be unworthy even for a D-grade slave. I feel pity for them since they look even more different than our owners of the superior race. If they call us 'monkeys' or 'chimps' for how we look, how would they treat those black girls? Does BDSM mean Black Domesticated Slave Mammal or something?

"No, not really," Barbara interrupted my reverie and continued, "She said she became a slave because she likes it."
"Why would anyone want to be a slave?" I raised my eyebrows, thoroughly puzzled by Barbara's answer.
"I have no idea. I wasn't that close to her anyway," Barbara paused for a moment, apparently trying to remember the times when she could hang around with her friends before she continued, "But she said there are more people like her, and they call themselves with that name."
"They are crazy," I shook my head in disbelief. The heavy chains rattled on the hard floor, emitting a shrill noise into the darkness.
"Yeah, Laura was always a bit crazy in her head," Barbara giggled, and I smiled back, even though she couldn't see my face. We continued chattering like that for a while, occasionally bursting into a suppressed laughter like schoolgirls.

I felt genuinely happy at that moment. I didn't care about staying up so late anymore. Why should I care if would get a few more stripes for missing my quota? My body is already done for good, and my deformed sex or shredded breasts wouldn't look any worse if they get a few more beatings. But my mind, on the other hand... do I still have such a thing, a worthless, ugly bald monkey that I am? Can a filthy chink like me still feel anything other than animal instincts? Do I really deserve to giggle and even feel... happy?

Barbara suddenly fell silent, "Siss, I think I'm bleeding," she spoke hesitantly after a while.
"What? Are you hurt?" I startled at Barbara's words and jerked my face towards her.
"No, I mean... I think I started a period," Barbara confessed embarrassingly, "Oh, Siss. What should I do?"
"No way!" I could only express my surprise.

It was because I knew that they sterilized all slave girls before they leave their training facility unless they are A-grade ones. Aside from the obvious reason of making it easier to use their sex without undesirable consequences, it was also meant to prevent more inferior girls from spreading their defective genes.

I heard that B-grade girls get their womb surgically removed before they were sold to their first owners. The reason why they performed full hysterectomy instead of just cutting the tubes was that they need to have the ovaries intact, which were still necessary organs for the B-grade slaves to function. Also, being domestically employed, it would be inconvenient if they still menstruate. So, removing their uterus while preserving ovaries served that purpose perfectly.

The only downside was that it took time and money to perform such a surgery. As such, lower grade girls like me just get their ovaries fried with an X-ray machine modified explicitly for that purpose. The process was mostly painless, fortunately, but many girls suffered various side-effects after that, both physical and mental ones.

With their hair completely shaven and robbed of their ability to bear children, they cease to see themselves as a girl, but some freak which deserved abhorrence and hatred they get. With their mind moulded that way, it was only a short hop from there to accept that they are just apes with usable sex organs and muscles.

Aside from its psychological effects, it also has various physical symptoms which can manifest in different manners and with varying severity among the girls. Some experienced intense cramps even though she no longer menstruates, which a few girls even grew facial hairs.

And while girls without ovaries can still be used for a sexual purpose, it typically renders them dry and less responsive. But we were deemed incapable of providing sexual attraction even without facial hairs, anyway. As such, our sex organs were mostly used for abuse than for lovemaking - they rarely cared if our sex was wet or dry when they shoved things down there. Also, the irradiation process is known to increase the risk of cancer significantly. But, those C and D-grade girls don't live long anyway, so there was no point in worrying about such health risks.

I didn't know what to say about Barbara's condition. There was not much I could do for her problem, that was for sure. But I dreaded what additional degradation she will face tomorrow, being the only girl who was still capable of wearing the sign of her fertility on her thighs.

Besides, now I felt some strange emotion about Barbara. Now she wasn't just closer to a proper human being than I can ever be, but she also turned out to be a fully functional woman, capable of being loved and procreate. Why would such a girl harbour any emotion for a sterilized chimpanzee like me other than contempt and revulsion? Maybe she was just using me to get enough information to survive? Maybe I was a fool to take the beatings for her when she despises me just much as the overseers do?

"Shhh! I think someone is coming," Barbara's nervous voice brought me back from my reverie. I could see a faint glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Soon, I began to hear murmurings and approaching footsteps.
"Quiet! Just pretend you are sleeping!" I whispered to Barbara urgently and closed my eyes, feeling my thoughts running wild in my mind with questions and fear.

(To be continued)

 

[fallenmystic]

One question to consider is how common Asians were in the other country in the first place - factor in those who would have fought or fled when it became clear how things were going, and I'm not sure there would be that many slaves around.

If you mean the 'United Asian Nations,' its population is dominantly Asian, as it incorporates most of the former East Asian countries (or what remained after the nuclear war), including China, Japan, Korea, Phillipines, Thai, Indonnesia, and so on.

The Slavic empire (I really should name it soon, if I'm going to talk about the backstory much), on the other hand, had a small ethnic minority group of Mongoloid, before the war. But it also had a sizable population of Asian descent who were mostly business men or laborers from the UAN and their families. Naturally, they were sent to internment camps after the outbreak of the war, like Japanese people in the U.S. after the WWII.

I presume the purpose of the daily updates is to confirm the slave hasn't escaped? Is there ani way to verify who's sending them?

The purpose is explained in more details in the middle of the Part 9, in case you've missed it.

I can't really see how intimate contact with those wretches can make anything cleaner.

Those rubber boots are made to walk upon the bodily fluids of those wretches anyway

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By the way, the sterialization process mentioned in the latest chapter was loosely based on real historical events, sadly. The idea of using radiation to sterilize those 'undesirable to reproduce' came from Nazi Germany, as described below:

The usual surgical methods, according to Brack, were "out of the question because it takes too long and is too expensive." But Brack had a preferred suggestion for performing the sterilizations using "castration by X-rays." For obvious reasons, Himmler had a preference for sterilization methods that would be least apparent to the victims. In a 1941 letter to Himmler, Brack had earlier suggested a ruse of having victims fill out forms at a counter which concealed an X-ray apparatus, with which "20 installations would take care of 3,000 to 4,000 persons daily." [10] The difficulty was that, without extensive and obvious lead shielding, other body parts would also be affected, making detection on the part of the victims more likely. Based on his preliminary research, Brack suggested that "necessary local dosage for men is 500-600 r, for women 300-350 r, ... an irradiation period of 2 minutes for men, 3 minutes for women.

(Source: Nazi Sterilization Experiments)

And the idea of performing hysterectomy to prevent both pregnancy and menstruation was from medical practices under Japan's Eugenics Laws, which had incredibly survived as late as 1996:

Very often these sterilizations had been performed not by tying up the fallopian tube but by hysterectomy, because the purpose of the surgery was not only sterilization but also stopping menstruation in order to make the care of the inmate women easier. To stop menstruation, the surgery needs to take either the ovary or the womb, but since taking the ovary causes "loss of femininity," physicians preferred taking the womb "on the patient's behalf." This procedure was illegal, because EPL permitted only the sterilization "without removing reproduction grands" (Article 2) and prohibited other kind of sterilization "without appropriate reason." (Article 28) It is apparent that stopping menstruation for easy care can never be appropriate reason. But no physician has been accused or punished for this practice.

(Source: Eugenic Sterilizations in Japan and Recent Demands for Apology: A Report)

I'm glad that now such practices are mostly restricted in our fantasies rather than in real world, like the case with execution by crucifixion. But we still have a few similar practices which directly attack the human dignity of women in certain parts of the world, like forced female circumcision.

I wonder if anyone has written a story using this theme on CF before. Personally, I'm not much into a fantasy which involves mutilation (not that my story won't include a certain form of the practice in the later chapters) so I haven't thought about writing about it. But I think it'd be interesting to read such a story, seeing the practice from a victim's perspective.

 

[Naraku]

I haven't named the Slavic empire yet, but it has been the background of my current story. And the rivarly between the two super power highlighted the difference between their respective ethnic demographics, which gave rise to racism in both of the countries. And when the UAN invaded the Slavic empire, it massacred large number of civilians there and almost conquered the whole country before it was driven back thanks to Barbara's father. This event was what directly triggered such extreme racist sentiments among the citizens of the empire, and the government cemented them by media and educational propaganda campaigns.

May I suggest: Panslavia?

Pan-Slavism - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

 

[fallenmystic]

May I suggest: Panslavia?

Pan-Slavism - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

Yes, I think it's a very fitting name to be pitted against the 'United Asian Nations' so I'll definitely use it in my story. Thanks much for the suggestion!

 

[Naraku]

Yes, I think it's a very fitting name to be pitted against the 'United Asian Nations' so I'll definitely use it in my story. Thanks much for the suggestion!

Just don't forget to mention me at the awards ceremony.

 

[fallenmystic]

Just don't forget to mention me at the awards ceremony.

Sure, I'm pretty sure I'll win at least those trophies in the next award season:

 

[messaline]

... As such, I wanted to imagine a Gorean-esque society with institutionalized slavery. But as I mentioned above, I’m not much into consensual or erotic kinds of a D/s relationship personally. So what I did was replacing such elements from the Gorean world with something else that can strengthen the reasons why those poor slaves girls should get despised and treated as lowly animals. And I found that the racial elements could serve perfectly for such a purpose. In society where such extreme kinds of prejudice is accepted as a norm, people don’t regard slave girls as animals because it excites their lust, but they do so because they truly believe it.

I hope this could help people understand my motives better and hopefully, enjoy my story more.

Thanks!

I'm sorry I don't really agree with you...
The "Gorean" aspect of slavery doesn't really appeal to me and I don't think that degrading women like you do, can ,one day, be an attraction to me...
I know I'm not very "in tune" with the "thinking majority" of these forums, but I have an opinion and I want to make it appearing in what I can do here (manips, stories ...)

Generally, I am more in the vision of an Amazon prisoner and therefore as a slave wanting to show her torturers that they will never be able to possess her mind, even if they degrade her body...
In reality, my partner and I practice BDSM, but it will never be for the purpose of Domination, but only, using her technique, to bring me all the pleasures (and there can be many!) that can be found in these sessions ...
I'm not going to repeat everything I've already said about it here and there...

I just wanted to clarify my position regarding your story, which I respect, but which for me is not very attractive: when you describe to us how these women are degraded, I would rather see how they can remain in solidarity and how they themselves retain the strength to despise the torture they may be subjected to ...

Well, I'm not going to say more; all this, of course, remains my personal opinion, which only engages me, but which I want to convey in these forums rather than to take an easy solution by approving everything that can be written ...

Thanks for reading me ...

Your Messa

 

[fallenmystic]

I'm sorry I don't really agree with you...

I appreciate all kinds of feedback for my story, and I feel even more grateful if someone still cares to share one's opinion even when he or she couldn't enjoy it due to the difference of tastes.

I know that D/s fantasies are more like a spectrum, rather than a target at the center of which we can find the 'correct' kinds of things we all should aim for. And I'm sure that my story is positioned at the quite far end of that spectrum due to its extreme nature. In fact, it was the very reason why I decided to write a story myself, because I know that my preferences regarding such fantasies are quite extreme ones, so I can hardly expect anyone would write suitable stories for me.

But I also enjoy learning how other people feel about such matters, like what different kind of things they are attracted to, such as the Amazon prisoner type fantasy that you mentioned above. Some of such elements, I find to be compatible with my own tastes, so I enjoy reading them. But there are many others which I don't find attracting as much, in which case, I either try to broaden my horizons, or take them as one of the many interesting, but incompatible fetishes that people seemed to have. And I believe you have taken a similar approach to assess my story before finding it to be incompatible with your tastes.

So, you don't have to worry anything, because it's simply such a thing that most of us here probably do when we read other member's stories. It's only making our community more interesting because we are all so diverse in our tastes, but still understanding of each other. I, for one, wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if we all had the exact same kind of fantasies - we can read the same whipping or crucifixion scenes only as many times before we get bored.

On a side note, I fancy that I'd be more inclining towards a concensual aspect of such a fantasy, if I were a sub and engaged in a real life D/s relationship. Even though I enjoy such extreme stories so much, I can't really imagine myself enjoying to be with someone who'd harbour nothing but contempt and despise for me. It would certainly be something quite opposite to the affection I would seek, even in such kind of an arrangement. Likewise, if I had a real life sub and if we agree to enact such a scene, I would only do that if there is a sufficient trust from her that I don't really hate her outside the session, and only if I can assure her of the fact with a good aftercare.

And I suppose now you can see why I love to hear even such an opinion as yours, because it often shows me a new perspective to see my fantasies from and learn something new.

Anyway, thanks much for sharing your thoughts!

 

[KageKamen]

The Slavic empire (I really should name it soon, if I'm going to talk about the backstory much), on the other hand, had a small ethnic minority group of Mongoloid, before the war. But it also had a sizable population of Asian descent who were mostly business men or laborers from the UAN and their families. Naturally, they were sent to internment camps after the outbreak of the war, like Japanese people in the U.S. after the WWII.

Not sizable enough for a sustainable population if so few are allowed to breed.

The purpose is explained in more details in the middle of the Part 9, in case you've missed it.

I see an explanation for the database, but not the daily updates.

Generally, I am more in the vision of an Amazon prisoner and therefore as a slave wanting to show her torturers that they will never be able to possess her mind, even if they degrade her body...

I just wanted to clarify my position regarding your story, which I respect, but which for me is not very attractive: when you describe to us how these women are degraded, I would rather see how they can remain in solidarity and how they themselves retain the strength to despise the torture they may be subjected to ...

Even though I'm quite into degradation of slaves, this is a large part of what I like about it. Although it doesn't take an Amazon to show such strength - even a frail serving girl can under the right circumstances.