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Escaped Field Slave. By calaf.

Everyday as she labored naked in the fields under the watchful eye of the overseers, she stayed alert for any chance to escape this hell. At last her opportunity came and she sprinted to freedom.

She was later captured by men on horseback and brought back to her owners. They decided to rid themselves of this troublesome slave girl. But first she had to be punished.

She was brought to the public square, so that all the slaves could see what happened to fugitives and for the entertainment of the townsfolk.

After a long whipping, she was branded on both ass cheeks and sent to a slave galley.
 

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SirMGBZ said:
First, any idea who she is?

And her?

Second, I applaud them both. I have several submissive friends, male and female, who are black, and tell me how much shit they get from everyone, especially the ones who (for reasons of their own) prefer to submit to caucasians. So go for it, dear ladies, and be proud!
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I believe these pictures are AI generated. It is getting difficult to tell the difference between reality and these hyper-real pictures.

I, for one, welcome our black submissive slavegirl AI Overlords!
 
johnbratten said:
Escaped Field Slave. By calaf.

Everyday as she labored naked in the fields under the watchful eye of the overseers, she stayed alert for any chance to escape this hell. At last her opportunity came and she sprinted to freedom.

She was later captured by men on horseback and brought back to her owners. They decided to rid themselves of this troublesome slave girl. But first she had to be punished.

She was brought to the public square, so that all the slaves could see what happened to fugitives and for the entertainment of the townsfolk.

After a long whipping, she was branded on both ass cheeks and sent to a slave galley.
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On the day of becoming a female slave, each woman, in addition to having an identifying barcode tattooed on the skin of her neck, has a miniature GPS locator implanted under the skin of her neck, allowing for constant tracking of the location of each slave, wherever she is. This allows for raising the alarm as soon as the female slave leaves the designated place of service. Such a female slave is sought either by the owner, his overseers, designated female slave catchers, or law enforcement. According to data from 2023, the following were caught:

12% of female slaves - within 1 hour of the alarm being triggered,

48% of female slaves - within 3 hours of the alarm being triggered,

90% of female slaves - within 6 hours of the alarm being triggered,

96% of female slaves - within 12 hours of the alarm being triggered,

98.9% of female slaves - within 24 hours of the alarm being triggered,

99.989% of female slaves - within 48 hours of the alarm being triggered.

It cannot be forgotten that female slaves usually serve only naked, sometimes in chains, and have an identifying barcode tattooed on the skin of their necks, which makes them much easier to find. In places where many female slaves serve, there is always an organized system of surveillance of slaves. For example, in brothels there is monitoring, preventing a sex slave from leaving the brothel without the knowledge and consent of the owner. In turn, in mines, farms, fields and plantations there are hidden cameras installed, loudspeakers are installed, activated in a situation when a female slave slack off at work, often also drones with loudspeakers, to admonish female slaves slacking off at work or trying to even approach the boundaries of the plantation, farm, field, mine (usually guarded by barbed wire, and sometimes high walls with deep foundations to prevent excavation/barbed wire under non-lethal voltage). And one cannot forget about overseers with whips and guard dogs.
This female slave in the picture is called Mia and is 18 years and 8 months old (she became a female slave 17 days after her 18th birthday). She was imported from Great Britain on a female slave ship to Louisiana along with over 1100 other female slaves from Europe to serve on the cotton plantations there. She served on one of the cotton plantations along with over 300 female slaves from Europe, Asia and Africa aged between 18 and 25-30. Although like any modern female slave she became one voluntarily, for some time, although she was not treated badly on the cotton plantation, she felt the need to return to her pre-female slave life at all costs. She wanted to escape from the plantation, despite the fact that she was naked, had a GPS transmitter implanted under the skin of her neck, the plantation was surrounded by a 3-meter-high wall with electric barbed wire hanging above it, that the plantation was patrolled by several overseers with whips, drones were flying in the air, and in various places there were posts with loudspeakers and monitoring. She hoped to escape 30 km to the west, following the sun to the dense forest, then along the river, living on what she stole or found in the forest that was edible, then go south, hoping to find some cave, grotto or other shelter underground, where the GPS signal might not reach. She was rebellious, and more than half a year of living in slavery had not removed the inclination to rebel from her mind.
She had been preparing for this for several weeks, observing where the cameras were mounted on the pole, the location of the overseers and their movement times. At the end of the day, under the pretext of taking a cotton basket to the cotton harvest warehouse, she secretly obtained a strong rope over 5 meters long lying alone on a cotton truck, not hidden by the plantation owner's assistants, taking advantage of the lack of other people inside and the fact that the rope was out of camera range, she put the rope in the basket, covering it with the rest of the cotton that she had not put inside and, thus misleading the cameras and overseers, she slipped through the field, hid it under a cotton bush, pouring dirt over it a few meters from the edge of the plantation, where she was picking cotton (waiting for the cameras to stop monitoring the place for a moment). On another day, she also secretly stole from the warehouse, having stolen from the metal basket next to the warehouse, taking advantage of the absence of anyone else in the place, old gardening pliers to cut barbed wire, which she also smuggled in a cotton basket and hid under a cotton bush next to a buried rope.
A few days later, during another day of work on the plantation, Mia, taking advantage of a momentary power outage of a few minutes and the need to turn it back on (she noticed that the camera on the pole was not moving at all), the lack of visible presence of the overseers and the fact that other slaves nearby were carrying cotton to the warehouse, took a rope from under a bush and gardening scissors, which fortunately no one found, quickly made a loop in the rope and miraculously threw it over the barbed wire hanging over the wall, which was not currently electrified. Since she was light and could climb, she quickly climbed up, holding the scissors in her teeth. Having practically climbed to the top of the wall, very gently, so as not to cut her naked body, she held on to the rope with one hand and with the other quickly and efficiently cut the barbed wire on the left side, so as not to throw the rope off and fall to the ground, anxiously looking every now and then to see if anyone had noticed her. Pieces of barbed wire fell to the ground, or Mia gently threw them down. After about a minute, she cut a small passage through which she could get to the other side. She grabbed the edge of the wall with both hands, then, holding on to the edge of the wall with her hands the whole time, pulled herself up, threw her legs over, unfortunately slightly hurting her feet, but she endured it without a groan, she couldn't let out a groan now, then sat down with her crotch on the wall, threw the rope attached to the barbed wire to the other side, then jumped down, holding on tightly to the rope so as not to hurt herself. She hid the scissors in the ground so no one would notice.
For the first time in over 7 months, Mia was away from her plantation.

Mia knew that when she left the plantation, the GPS transmitter implanted under the skin of her neck would activate an alarm and that she had to run as far away from here as possible. At first, she saw nothing untoward, running through the undergrowth on a dirt road. Only after running about 400 meters to an empty asphalt road did she hear the sound of an alarm in the distance, the electricity was turned on again, and her GPS transmitter implanted in the skin of her neck activated the alarm. They would know almost immediately who had escaped and where she was. Mia knew that her owner would send a few overseers with dogs after her, the nearest female slave hunter patrol would start searching for her, and the police would start chasing her. Despite this, she felt free and wanted to be free for as long as possible.

After running 400 meters next to the asphalt road, she was spotted by a female slave hunter patrol on horseback. Mia started to run away as fast as she could, but after a few seconds one of the hunters shot her with a taser, as a result of which she fell helplessly to the ground.

She had been free for 9 minutes. Only 9 minutes, but she was happy about it. This joy quickly disappeared from her face, as one of the hunters tied her hands behind her back, and the other tied a rope around her neck, one of them informed the owner by phone that his runaway female slave had been captured and would be brought to him soon and the reward would be collected. Mia had to quickly follow the hunters on horses, who for a few minutes took her back to the plantation, Mia knew that they were already preparing a terrible punishment for her.
Already in the main applause, the hunters handed Mia over to her owner and collected the reward of 200 dollars each. Mia immediately fell to her knees, tearfully begging her owner for mercy, to which he replied, "You'll pay for this, brat, you'll get 50 lashes on the rear parts of your body, salt will be sprinkled on your wounds, and then I'll sell you to the galleys. Take her to the courtyard." Mia, almost in desperation, tried to run away again, but the 2 overseers were faster, grabbing her by the arms and leading her, crying and whimpering, to the place of execution, shouting "Please, no," "Mercy, I beg you," "No," etc., to which one of the leading overseers said, "Now you will see how we punish disobedient slaves." All the female slaves were gathered in the courtyard, standing at attention, and as soon as the overseers, Mia and her owner entered the courtyard, they immediately knelt down on their knees. They were to see what punishment awaited them if they committed such an act of disobedience. In the center stood a pole with ropes on a small elevation. Mia tried helplessly to break free from the overseers' grip, but she had no chance. Mia cried for mercy as the overseers tied her ankles to the pole, then tied her hands to forward, then hanging them up so she couldn't move. She was to be whipped evenly on the back, buttocks and thighs over and over again by 2 overseers.

The owner said menacingly, "This is what awaits you if you dare to escape. This female slave will receive 50 lashes and will soon be sold to the galleys. Let this be a warning. Do you understand?" And all the slaves said at once, "Yes, my master" and bowed their heads humbly.

Mia didn't know what was worse, the inhumane whipping, the salting of her wounds, or what awaited her later, when she would soon be rowing chained to the deck of a galley carrying tourists or goods on the Mississippi River or the Gulf of Mexico, receiving lashes for the slightest infractions.

A moment later the whipping began. Mia screamed in pain, whining "No, please", "Please", and the overseers alternately dealt more and more strong blows with the whip with several ends, leaving bloody marks on her back, buttocks and thighs, which increasingly resembled a chopped cutlet, from which pieces of skin fell off and blood oozed. Mia moaned in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, barely able to stay on her feet.

When they had finished whipping her, the third overseer came with a bottle of salt (to make Mia's wounds heal faster). Mia saw this and cried with pain. The overseer put his hand in the bottle and began to spread salt successively over the whipped back, then buttocks and finally thighs. Mia moaned in pain, knowing that although it would help her wounds heal faster, the overseer was deliberately doing it so that it hurt even more. She preferred to get 20 more lashes than to have salt rubbed into her wounds.
When the battered Mia was untied from the post and carried to the cellar to recover while waiting to be sold to the galley, the plantation owner said, "Go back to the field to pick cotton." And all the slave girls obediently got up and took the wicker baskets they had brought with them and went to the field (it was then about 3:00 p.m.) to pick cotton. Although it was almost 35 degrees in the shade under a cloudless sun, and sweat was pouring off their sweaty, naked female slave bodies, none of these slave girls thought at all about escape, rebellion, or any other act of disobedience; on the contrary, they sang the slave shanty as if nothing had happened. Because unlike Mia, they recognized without hesitation that a life of slavery was their main purpose in life and all they had to do was serve their owners, who was the master of their life and death, who fed them and provided them with a modest roof over their heads, rewards good and punishes evil. And Mia's flogging only confirmed that as long as they serve conscientiously, they will be treated justly.

A month later, Mia was already embarked on a passenger galley named the Queen of Louisiana, where, chained to the deck, she was to row on the lower deck while the passengers on the upper deck could observe New Orleans and the surrounding area as the ship sailed along the mouth of the Mississippi River. Mia knew that she would probably spend many years rowing on the galley if they ever transferred her to another place, and perhaps die here.
 
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