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No 3
Messaline and Barbaria are finding their transition to plough horses particularly trying.
johnbratten
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johnbratten
Magistrate
Mikerytel
Senator
Had an extra spare carrot so it got shoved up her rear
Mikerytel
Senator
At the Arkansas coal mine. Barbs sister hopes to make her quota
Shamefan
Tribune
Perhaps it should have been a bigger carrot
kitchen slave at work
Crux-Emperor Baracus X
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johnbratten
Magistrate
Escaped Field Slave. By calaf.
The young slave took advantage of her overseer dozing off to make a run for it. Of course a naked slave girl had almost no chance of a successful escape and she was spotted by a neighboring farmer as she sprinted down the road. The good man informed the owner and she was soon apprehended.
Her owner thought a bit over her punishment and then decided. First she would be pussy-ringed and branded. To give her time to recover, she was be chained in the dungeon for a week. After her time in the dungeon was over, she would be sold to the owner of a nearby salt mine where she would perform this grueling labor under the lashes of the slave drivers.
The young slave took advantage of her overseer dozing off to make a run for it. Of course a naked slave girl had almost no chance of a successful escape and she was spotted by a neighboring farmer as she sprinted down the road. The good man informed the owner and she was soon apprehended.
Her owner thought a bit over her punishment and then decided. First she would be pussy-ringed and branded. To give her time to recover, she was be chained in the dungeon for a week. After her time in the dungeon was over, she would be sold to the owner of a nearby salt mine where she would perform this grueling labor under the lashes of the slave drivers.
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Hadrianus127
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Denise, because that is the name of this disobedient female slave, is 18 years and 44 days old and was imported from France (her hometown is Brest). She became a female slave 14 days after turning 18, 2 days later she was sold for 800 dollars at the female slave market in Lorient. The next day, she and about 1300 French female slaves were naked (Denise has lived exclusively naked since becoming a female slave, she never put on any clothes again) and loaded in chains onto a female slave ship. After a 13-day voyage, naked and in chains, sitting in a dark hold, she reached the USA in the state of Mississippi (it was May). She was assigned to serve on one of the large cotton plantations. There she was to plant cotton from sunrise to sunset, remove weeds, water the cotton (it was planting time), besides her there were 43 other female slaves aged 18 to 22, half were American, half were imported from other countries. 18 women were white, 13 women were black, 9 women were yellow, 5 women were mulatto. The work was hard, she and the other female slaves were naked and in chains, guarded by drones and overseers with whips.
Denise, as the photo caption says, committed an act of disobedience, dared to escape from the plantation.
Denise regrets that she escaped from the plantation. She knew that naked and in chains with an identifying barcode tattooed on the skin of her neck, she would be easily recognized by local residents as a fugitive, and because she has a GPS transmitter implanted under the skin of her neck, she would be found in every corner of the world by slave hunters. Denise regrets that she tried to escape, that the temptation to live in freedom, not yet fully suppressed in her, won. She knows that she is a very young female slave, she turned 18 less than 2 months ago, and she has only been a slave for a month and is only just learning in practice what life in slavery looks like. Unfortunately, she knows that this in no way justifies her unworthy act, she knows that like any female slave, she must be completely obedient to her owner, carrying out his every command, and that a female slave's escape from the place where she serves is considered a grave offense, almost as grave as rebellion. She knows quite a few other female slaves from the plantation where she served and knows that none of them ever ran away from the plantation or was disobedient in any other way.
Denise now sits naked and dirty, chained in a dark dungeon, with a brand burned above her right breast (in the USA, and especially in the state of Mississippi, this means that the female slave has committed an escape from the place of service, has started or actively participated in a rebellion, has killed or injured her owner, overseer or another person). For Denise, the mere branding of a red-hot metal in the presence of other slaves was terribly painful, and now she is ashamed of having it, every potential or overseer of hers will know that a slave named Denise has committed a grave act of disobedience and that she must be more carefully guarded, punished more severely and treated worse. The female slaves themselves, seeing branded female slaves, prefer to avoid them, not wanting to expose themselves to trouble, looking at her with distrust. A branded female slave (or in general any slave who is punished disciplinarily) has a lower market value.
Denise also has her pussy chained, a symbol of her femininity on the lock, she receives only bread and water
Denise knows that after leaving the dungeon she is supposed to be sold to a salt mine in Texas, where for 16 hours a day she will push wagons of salt, chisel rocks under the supervision of overseers with whips, not seeing sunlight. Denise knows that even though she has a young, healthy body and has done well on a cotton plantation, and might be able to cope in a salt mine after a while (mine service is harder than plantation service, which explains why the female slaves there who are not serving there as punishment are well-built), considering that she has been branded, the overseers will treat her worse, make her work longer, give her smaller rations, assign her to worse work, etc. Denise is afraid that she will not be able to cope physically in the mine, that she will be beaten with a whip, raped, starved, tortured, that she will not get out of the mine alive. Denise is to be released from the dungeon in 4 days. She will beg her owner not to sell her to the mine, even though she knows that as a slave she must humbly endure the punishment imposed on her and it is not known what her owner's reaction will be. However, she hopes that her owner will forgive her act of disobedience and allow her to return to service on the plantation. She knows, however, that even if the owner shows her mercy, she will still be treated worse for some time (at least several months) (longer work, worse food rations, etc.), and her brand above her right breast will be visible for several months. She will also be watched over more closely by overseers with whips (the specter of being whipped, for example, on the buttocks is a sufficient warning for Denise). She also knows that if she commits another similar act of disobedience, then she will definitely end up in the mines or, for example, be painfully whipped, tortured, brutally and collectively raped, or even killed. Denise knows that for the next few months the other female slaves will look at her with distrust, or at least make her understand not to do it again (although Denise has already managed to make friends with two female slaves, an 18-year-old black female slave imported from Cameroon and a 20-year-old white female slave Charlotte imported from Canada). Denise is counting on the owner's mercy. She knows that she must rid her mind of the temptations of escape or other acts of disobedience. She now lives in slavery. The cotton plantation is now her home. Fortunately, practice shows that after a few months of living in slavery, at the latest, the female slaves are already fully acclimatized.
The foolish, youthful Denise soon learned that any and all hope for an escaped slave was to be extinguished completely. To begin,as each day passed in the dungeon, she learned that each new day brought on new torture. An escaped slave must be taught the most brutal lesson of slavery- there is always worse torture available if a slave deserves greater punishment. And none deserve extra punishment more cruelly than an escapee like her.
Each day she would be awakened shivering from the overnight chill, the cold metal of her shackles and collar biting her flesh by the chill. Tight confinement forced her into cramped painful constriction that made obeying the tug of her leash in the morning painful. The lash was used generously to increase her morning suffering, the denial of morning food or water a reminder of her lowly status. The worst kind of slave, not even permitted a sip of frozen water in the morning chill. To be made to crawl in chains under the harsh spiked whip of the cruelest overseers, urged on to the next torture device to punish her further.
Today it was the spiked torture chair, the cold metal spikes sharpened to pierce her now worthless slave flesh. She would be strapped to the chair for hours, on public display for other slaves to witness the brutal suffering the foolishness of escape leads to. A slave is forbidden to even think of escape, and any slave heard whispering about it was to be automatically punished severely. So naturally a real escapee was made a terrible example of, there would never be mercy for Denise.
And now even her name was to be expunged from all records. She would in future only be addressed as “slave” accompanied by the crack of a bullwhip into her soft flesh, the simple susseration of “slave- whirrrr CRACK!” - her only answer permitted would be “thank you, Master, this slave obeys!” All trace of individuality was to be removed, she was only an object of contempt, now. To be spat upon and punished at whim. No justice, no fairness, only the agony of the whip and forever chattel enslavement. Just an owned object, allowed no emotion except despair. To suffer ongoing agonising pain, forever.
Day after day in the dungeon, she would face a new torture, accompanied by terrible whips, various torture tools like hammers to break finger or toes, plus further torture brandings. The day that she was racked so hard as to nearly break bones, a white hot brand denoting the letter E was burned onto her cheek- forever marking her as an escaped slave, to be treated even harsher than the worst of the worst. In fact for the rest of her existence, her ongoing torture must be the most brutal, so that she always serves as an example of what happens to any lowly slave who dares disobey her rightful owners and overseers. She was to forever be branded as the worst torture slave, deserving whatever brutal punishment the overseers saw fit to inflict every single day for the rest of her captivity. The rest of her miserable life!
Her hope to be given any mercy from the plantation owner fades, but when at last the day of her sale to the distant salt mine comes, still she begs the high master for mercy- “please master, this underserving slave begs for the mercy to be kept on plantation. Please, master, make me your torture slave, make me work twice as long for half rations, punish me twice as hard, so the others can see I am only a lowly whip slave, undeserving of mercy, a suffering example to remind them of the need for total obedience! Please, master, keep this wretched slave and abuse my body as an example to the other slaves? I beg you, keep me in harshest bondage, under cruelest suffering, only please don’t send this slave to the salt mines, please dearest cruel Master?”
She sobs, flinging herself to grovel into the dirt, chains rattling, bloody whip marks and burns sullied by the dirt. She has no shame, no modesty, no hope. She begs only for the mercy of cruelest suffering, to be His torture slave, crying and begging for this one mercy left to her in the world…
Master looks down at her grimly, “what am I to do with such a wretched creature? Why should I show it any mercy when it treats me only with contempt and horrible disrespect?”
The onlookers grow silent, while the slave formerly known as denise begins to weep in earnest…
Each day she would be awakened shivering from the overnight chill, the cold metal of her shackles and collar biting her flesh by the chill. Tight confinement forced her into cramped painful constriction that made obeying the tug of her leash in the morning painful. The lash was used generously to increase her morning suffering, the denial of morning food or water a reminder of her lowly status. The worst kind of slave, not even permitted a sip of frozen water in the morning chill. To be made to crawl in chains under the harsh spiked whip of the cruelest overseers, urged on to the next torture device to punish her further.
Today it was the spiked torture chair, the cold metal spikes sharpened to pierce her now worthless slave flesh. She would be strapped to the chair for hours, on public display for other slaves to witness the brutal suffering the foolishness of escape leads to. A slave is forbidden to even think of escape, and any slave heard whispering about it was to be automatically punished severely. So naturally a real escapee was made a terrible example of, there would never be mercy for Denise.
And now even her name was to be expunged from all records. She would in future only be addressed as “slave” accompanied by the crack of a bullwhip into her soft flesh, the simple susseration of “slave- whirrrr CRACK!” - her only answer permitted would be “thank you, Master, this slave obeys!” All trace of individuality was to be removed, she was only an object of contempt, now. To be spat upon and punished at whim. No justice, no fairness, only the agony of the whip and forever chattel enslavement. Just an owned object, allowed no emotion except despair. To suffer ongoing agonising pain, forever.
Day after day in the dungeon, she would face a new torture, accompanied by terrible whips, various torture tools like hammers to break finger or toes, plus further torture brandings. The day that she was racked so hard as to nearly break bones, a white hot brand denoting the letter E was burned onto her cheek- forever marking her as an escaped slave, to be treated even harsher than the worst of the worst. In fact for the rest of her existence, her ongoing torture must be the most brutal, so that she always serves as an example of what happens to any lowly slave who dares disobey her rightful owners and overseers. She was to forever be branded as the worst torture slave, deserving whatever brutal punishment the overseers saw fit to inflict every single day for the rest of her captivity. The rest of her miserable life!
Her hope to be given any mercy from the plantation owner fades, but when at last the day of her sale to the distant salt mine comes, still she begs the high master for mercy- “please master, this underserving slave begs for the mercy to be kept on plantation. Please, master, make me your torture slave, make me work twice as long for half rations, punish me twice as hard, so the others can see I am only a lowly whip slave, undeserving of mercy, a suffering example to remind them of the need for total obedience! Please, master, keep this wretched slave and abuse my body as an example to the other slaves? I beg you, keep me in harshest bondage, under cruelest suffering, only please don’t send this slave to the salt mines, please dearest cruel Master?”
She sobs, flinging herself to grovel into the dirt, chains rattling, bloody whip marks and burns sullied by the dirt. She has no shame, no modesty, no hope. She begs only for the mercy of cruelest suffering, to be His torture slave, crying and begging for this one mercy left to her in the world…
Master looks down at her grimly, “what am I to do with such a wretched creature? Why should I show it any mercy when it treats me only with contempt and horrible disrespect?”
The onlookers grow silent, while the slave formerly known as denise begins to weep in earnest…
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Hadrianus127
Tribune
An interesting description, but Denise herself did not experience (and should be grateful for that) such torture as in the description. She was not beaten, and certainly not tortured during her stay in the dungeon. It would be a pity to destroy such a beautiful body. The very act of being sold to the salt mines was meant to be a threat, a warning to Denise, as if she were trying to escape again.
Indeed, being naked and in chains, she had to endure the cold, with nothing to warm herself up, sitting on the cold and dirty ground. She was given only bread and water. She was left with a brand above her right breast as a sign that she had escaped from her place of service.
If I were the owner of this lovely female slave, I would punish her as an example. She would definitely have a brand above her right breast, as a sign that she had escaped. She would also receive a flogging in the presence of the other female slaves, in the amount of 50 strokes of a whip on her buttocks, thighs and back. She would have to count each stroke, so that she would know that her master was fair to her. She would be discouraged from trying to escape again. Denise as a female slave has no rights and would know that the next time she tried to escape or committed another similar offense, her fate would be miserable. And by the way, this female slave Denise is quite pretty. With her short hair, pretty lips and innocent gaze, slim healthy body and shapely figure, she would be the prettiest female slave on the entire plantation.
johnbratten
Magistrate
Field Slaves. By IrisObscura and Turnkey.
In the rankings of slave girls, field slaves were close to the bottom, although they were higher in status than mine slaves, quarry slaves and, at the very bottom, galley slaves.
Field slaves were forced to work naked, but to the women toiling nude, the humiliation and degradation at being reduced to a slave animal was certainly a secondary consideration to the backbreaking labor they were compelled to perform under the gaze of their overseers armed with long, rawhide whips.
In the rankings of slave girls, field slaves were close to the bottom, although they were higher in status than mine slaves, quarry slaves and, at the very bottom, galley slaves.
Field slaves were forced to work naked, but to the women toiling nude, the humiliation and degradation at being reduced to a slave animal was certainly a secondary consideration to the backbreaking labor they were compelled to perform under the gaze of their overseers armed with long, rawhide whips.
