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Slaves at work
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Slave Girls used in a factory
Eva Inanna
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The third man from the left is reaching for his mobile to complain to the Occupational Safety and Health Administration that a slave-worker has not been provided with the regulatory safety helmet, gloves and boots!
Vladimir_Vladislav
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Vladimir_Vladislav
Executioner
When they told her that she'll hold a long wood in her hands while being sweaty and oily, I don't think that's what she had in mind...pumping oil
no-right-to-shoes
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Clara cried out in pain, straining under the weight of her backpack. Her whole body was aching, from her shoulders to her back to her bare feet that were being tortured by the gravel. She had maybe five miles left to go. When she walked this route yesterday, it seemed so easy. But then again, yesterday her bag wasn't filled with heavy rocks.
On multiple occasions, when she stopped to rest for a bit, she had desperately tried to open the padlock she had locked her backpack with, or to break the zipper. All to no avail. Her car keys, her wallet, her cash, everything was locked inside. The only way to get out of this was to carry the bag, with all its load, all the way to the meadow where she left the key to the padlock. And that key itself was locked around a tree trunk. And the key to that key... well, the padlock on her backpack was threaded through it. She had thought of everything. She cursed herself for having thought of everything. She had planned out every single detail of her slave girl adventure, and now she couldn't back out.
At least she could have worn her sandals. That was part of her original plan. But it was when she was about to lock her car, her backpack already prepared, that she had this dumb last-minute idea. It would have been more authentic that way. So she took off her sandals and threw them in the trunk, shuddering as she locked it. She would have to remain barefoot all the way to the key and all the way back. She regretted it almost immediately as the nice grassy footpath became a rocky bridleway, but by that point it was too late.
The girl sighed and continued making her way to her destination. Just four and a half miles. She had to do it. She had no other choice.
On multiple occasions, when she stopped to rest for a bit, she had desperately tried to open the padlock she had locked her backpack with, or to break the zipper. All to no avail. Her car keys, her wallet, her cash, everything was locked inside. The only way to get out of this was to carry the bag, with all its load, all the way to the meadow where she left the key to the padlock. And that key itself was locked around a tree trunk. And the key to that key... well, the padlock on her backpack was threaded through it. She had thought of everything. She cursed herself for having thought of everything. She had planned out every single detail of her slave girl adventure, and now she couldn't back out.
At least she could have worn her sandals. That was part of her original plan. But it was when she was about to lock her car, her backpack already prepared, that she had this dumb last-minute idea. It would have been more authentic that way. So she took off her sandals and threw them in the trunk, shuddering as she locked it. She would have to remain barefoot all the way to the key and all the way back. She regretted it almost immediately as the nice grassy footpath became a rocky bridleway, but by that point it was too late.
The girl sighed and continued making her way to her destination. Just four and a half miles. She had to do it. She had no other choice.
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LIMERICUS
Love No 3.
In this Siberian mine, prisoner 1207 knows that she must strain every sinew to perform her allotted task, or feel the overseer`s whip across her bare flesh, and the possibility of another appearance at the evening punishment parade doesn`t bear thinking about.
How different from her previous life, Barbara Moore had been the star agent of the CIA`s Russian Section, but a bodged undercover operation in Moscow had seen her fall into the hands of the FSB and a spell in the Lubyanka. There, she had bravely resisted, before succumbing to repeated electro torture and water boarding and giving up her secrets.
After suffering multiple rapes from FSB agents of both sexes, a show trial followed and she was sentenced to twenty years hard labour and transported to this remote Siberian mine. She had originally hoped to be exchanged, but that hope disappeared when the Commandant had her prison number "1207" permanently burned into her right buttock with a hot iron. She knew now that she would never leave this place.
Vladimir_Vladislav
Executioner
Since we exchanged our clerical staff for female slaves in the Complaints Office, the number of visitors has quintupled. At the same time, the number of complaints has decreased to 5%.
It is a common work....
NiupraFan
Governor
In a small Middle-Eastern emirate slavery is still legal. The authorities found using slave labor saved them a lot of money. For example the cities were provided free public transportation by using pony carts powered by naked slave girls. Each cart was equipped with a long horse whip in case the passengers felt the need to increase the slave girl’s speed. Agriculture also benefited. The state would lease out field slaves to farmers for a small fee. The artist is SineMcMahon.
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S.I.
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I agree. It truly is!
