Dauphin
Assistant executioner
Really nice idea, my friend. I wish you would continue the short stories.
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Vignettes from the slave pits
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Really nice idea, my friend. I wish you would continue the short stories.
Dauphin
Assistant executioner
Really nice story. I read a true story about a young slave girl in Ancient Rome. She proceed against her owner because she believed her slavery would be a mistake and she would have been born as a free girl. As a slave of course she lost the court case. As punishement, her owner sold her to a brothel. There she had to work as a wench and she had to please every man who paid for her service. The report was surviving in historic court papers.
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Dauphin
Assistant executioner
I also read about a brothel at the Caribic in 18th or 19th century. It was a house with some small service rooms for the prostitutes and open 24 hours a day. Only negresses and mulattas were used as wench. In every room the men found a bed and a bucket full with water and there was wating a stripped black girl for customers. The slave girls were chained to the bed. They had to wear an iron neck ring with a long chain that was fixed on a ring in the wall. So they could move but not leave the room without a permission of the owner.
The negresses had to stay at the room day and night and they had to offer their naked body to every client. If no customer was interested in their service they could rest for a spell until the next man had a look at them.
An old slave woman had to supervise the girls and to keep the house. She had to collect the money from the whoremongers and she was instructed to whip the girls if the customers was not satisfied about the service. The men also could pay an addition if they wished to see their girl beeing whipped while they used her.
The old woman also had to call for help if there was some trouble with the clients.
Mostly the negresses had to stay at the house for some weeks or months to suffer as punishment for bad working or disobedience.
The negresses had to stay at the room day and night and they had to offer their naked body to every client. If no customer was interested in their service they could rest for a spell until the next man had a look at them.
An old slave woman had to supervise the girls and to keep the house. She had to collect the money from the whoremongers and she was instructed to whip the girls if the customers was not satisfied about the service. The men also could pay an addition if they wished to see their girl beeing whipped while they used her.
The old woman also had to call for help if there was some trouble with the clients.
Mostly the negresses had to stay at the house for some weeks or months to suffer as punishment for bad working or disobedience.
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theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
Farm Implement
This was the ultimate insult!
She could have lived with him divorcing her, even though she had been a good and faithful wife for almost thirty years. She could even have come to terms with him keeping a mistress. She had never expected this!
He had come home one evening, as usual, greeted her with a peck on the cheek, as usual, and then called her into the living room. He was sitting in his usual chair. “Get undressed!”
She was surprised at the order, but he had been playing silly sex games recently, and she would do almost anything to please him. She undressed slowly, trying to tease him. He was reading the newspaper.
He looked at her over the top of the paper. “That shaggy bush must go! Go to the bathroom and shave yourself clean!”
She started to protest, then thought better of it. It was a small thing to do to please him.
Half an hour later, smooth as a baby and feeling very, very naked, she presented herself to him. He looked her up and down. “Come here!” His touch on her newly bare vagina sent a thrill through her. “Well done.” His voice was neutral as his fingers played with the soft folds. “You have been a good wife, but it is time for you to go. Look at yourself! Your tits are sagging, your thighs are thick and flabby, you have a paunch.”
She pulled away from him, offended and hurt! “Darling, I’m fifty-two! I’m in pretty good shape for my age.” She almost sobbed.
He nodded. “You are, and that is why the dealer was prepared to take you as part payment.”
“Part payment? Take me as part payment? For what?” Her voice was broken now.
The doorbell rang. “Stay here! Don’t move!”
He returned with a smartly dressed man and a very pretty young woman, almost a girl.
Jess tried to cover herself, to hide. “Stand still! Drop your hands! Part payment for Pearl,” He gestured at the girl.
Jess was dumbstruck! “Part payment? You bought her?”
He nodded, “And I’m selling you.”
The visitor stepped forward, a pair of handcuffs appearing in his hands. “She’s not too bad. Not collector quality, of course, very much agricultural. She’ll fetch a couple of thousand.”
She went through the humiliating process of being graded, the grader sucking her teeth and finally scrawling, “Grade D, Agriculture/Labour” on her rump with indelible pen.
The auction was equally humiliating, with the auctioneer working hard to get any bids at all. Three days later she was on a farm. The farmer had paid fifteen hundred for her. He was a stolid man in his sixties. He had fucked her, of course, in all three holes. The third hole was tight and almost unused. “Not bad for an old slag. Cunt is a bit sloppy, But the rest is okay. Sunburn will hurt for the first few weeks, but that will pass.” He slapped her on her rump. “No sense in chaining you,” he said. “Where would a naked old slag like you run to? You’ll sleep with the dogs, and work from dawn till dusk. You should be good for a couple of years.”
She couldn’t even cry. She was numb.
An animal. A farm implement.
This was the ultimate insult!
She could have lived with him divorcing her, even though she had been a good and faithful wife for almost thirty years. She could even have come to terms with him keeping a mistress. She had never expected this!
He had come home one evening, as usual, greeted her with a peck on the cheek, as usual, and then called her into the living room. He was sitting in his usual chair. “Get undressed!”
She was surprised at the order, but he had been playing silly sex games recently, and she would do almost anything to please him. She undressed slowly, trying to tease him. He was reading the newspaper.
He looked at her over the top of the paper. “That shaggy bush must go! Go to the bathroom and shave yourself clean!”
She started to protest, then thought better of it. It was a small thing to do to please him.
Half an hour later, smooth as a baby and feeling very, very naked, she presented herself to him. He looked her up and down. “Come here!” His touch on her newly bare vagina sent a thrill through her. “Well done.” His voice was neutral as his fingers played with the soft folds. “You have been a good wife, but it is time for you to go. Look at yourself! Your tits are sagging, your thighs are thick and flabby, you have a paunch.”
She pulled away from him, offended and hurt! “Darling, I’m fifty-two! I’m in pretty good shape for my age.” She almost sobbed.
He nodded. “You are, and that is why the dealer was prepared to take you as part payment.”
“Part payment? Take me as part payment? For what?” Her voice was broken now.
The doorbell rang. “Stay here! Don’t move!”
He returned with a smartly dressed man and a very pretty young woman, almost a girl.
Jess tried to cover herself, to hide. “Stand still! Drop your hands! Part payment for Pearl,” He gestured at the girl.
Jess was dumbstruck! “Part payment? You bought her?”
He nodded, “And I’m selling you.”
The visitor stepped forward, a pair of handcuffs appearing in his hands. “She’s not too bad. Not collector quality, of course, very much agricultural. She’ll fetch a couple of thousand.”
She went through the humiliating process of being graded, the grader sucking her teeth and finally scrawling, “Grade D, Agriculture/Labour” on her rump with indelible pen.
The auction was equally humiliating, with the auctioneer working hard to get any bids at all. Three days later she was on a farm. The farmer had paid fifteen hundred for her. He was a stolid man in his sixties. He had fucked her, of course, in all three holes. The third hole was tight and almost unused. “Not bad for an old slag. Cunt is a bit sloppy, But the rest is okay. Sunburn will hurt for the first few weeks, but that will pass.” He slapped her on her rump. “No sense in chaining you,” he said. “Where would a naked old slag like you run to? You’ll sleep with the dogs, and work from dawn till dusk. You should be good for a couple of years.”
She couldn’t even cry. She was numb.
An animal. A farm implement.
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
The Female Servitude Act.
The first thing the Male Supremacist Party did after its landslide victory at the polls was to pass the Female Servitude Act. In terms of this act, any female could be pressed into servitude, for a period determined by the Controller of Females, for a period determined by the controller. There were no exceptions, and no appeal!
Upon delivery of a Servitude Notice the head of the household was to present the nominated female, naked and in a servile collar, on the pavement for collection by a Collection Squad at dawn on the following day.
Veronica was horrified when her notice arrived. There was nothing she or her husband could do. She had said goodbye to their two toddlers, made love to her husband for the last time, and submitted meekly to the collar.
Her husband was kind, he allowed her to wait inside the house until the collection truck was in the neighbourhood. At least she would be spared some of the humiliation of being out in the street, exposed to the passers-by.
It was the last act of kindness she would experience.
The first thing the Male Supremacist Party did after its landslide victory at the polls was to pass the Female Servitude Act. In terms of this act, any female could be pressed into servitude, for a period determined by the Controller of Females, for a period determined by the controller. There were no exceptions, and no appeal!
Upon delivery of a Servitude Notice the head of the household was to present the nominated female, naked and in a servile collar, on the pavement for collection by a Collection Squad at dawn on the following day.
Veronica was horrified when her notice arrived. There was nothing she or her husband could do. She had said goodbye to their two toddlers, made love to her husband for the last time, and submitted meekly to the collar.
Her husband was kind, he allowed her to wait inside the house until the collection truck was in the neighbourhood. At least she would be spared some of the humiliation of being out in the street, exposed to the passers-by.
It was the last act of kindness she would experience.
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
Uniform
Evelyn was ecstatic when she heard she had got the job as a waitress at the pool bar at the Paradise Resort for the summer. Her housemate Katy had worked there the previous year, and told her that, apart from the salary, and no living expenses, the tips were very generous.
“It’s a whole lot of fun, if you’re not a prude. You’ll be a hit! Of course, you sort go with the drinks, like the bar snacks, but it certainly is worth it.”
Evelyn had gone to pick up her air tickets at the Paradise agency office. The girl there had been very friendly. “You’ll love working there. You’re perfect for the job.” She gave her two envelopes. “Here are your air tickets and boarding passes. And this,” handing her a second, slightly thicker envelope, “is your uniform.”
Evelyn had rushed off to her class, idly wondering why she had been given money to buy her uniform. “Oh, well,” she thought, “instructions must be in the envelope.” She forgot all about it during her lectures.
At home that afternoon, Katy asked, with a mischievous smile on her face, “Did they give you your uniform?”
“No, just an envelope. I guess I have to buy it.” She fished the envelope out of her handbag. Katy looked very amused. “You can model it for us,” she giggled.
The envelope contained a bundle of string. “Get your clothes off and put it on!” Katy was in hysterics. Her other two housemates were grinning broadly.
It took a while to work it out, but finally Evelyn was dressed for her new job. “That’s it? That’s all I wear? All summer?”
Katy nodded. “I told you it would be a lot of fun!”
Evelyn’s look of horror slowly turned into a smile. “Well,” she said, “I guess I won’t be having a problem with overweight luggage on the flight!”
Evelyn was ecstatic when she heard she had got the job as a waitress at the pool bar at the Paradise Resort for the summer. Her housemate Katy had worked there the previous year, and told her that, apart from the salary, and no living expenses, the tips were very generous.
“It’s a whole lot of fun, if you’re not a prude. You’ll be a hit! Of course, you sort go with the drinks, like the bar snacks, but it certainly is worth it.”
Evelyn had gone to pick up her air tickets at the Paradise agency office. The girl there had been very friendly. “You’ll love working there. You’re perfect for the job.” She gave her two envelopes. “Here are your air tickets and boarding passes. And this,” handing her a second, slightly thicker envelope, “is your uniform.”
Evelyn had rushed off to her class, idly wondering why she had been given money to buy her uniform. “Oh, well,” she thought, “instructions must be in the envelope.” She forgot all about it during her lectures.
At home that afternoon, Katy asked, with a mischievous smile on her face, “Did they give you your uniform?”
“No, just an envelope. I guess I have to buy it.” She fished the envelope out of her handbag. Katy looked very amused. “You can model it for us,” she giggled.
The envelope contained a bundle of string. “Get your clothes off and put it on!” Katy was in hysterics. Her other two housemates were grinning broadly.
It took a while to work it out, but finally Evelyn was dressed for her new job. “That’s it? That’s all I wear? All summer?”
Katy nodded. “I told you it would be a lot of fun!”
Evelyn’s look of horror slowly turned into a smile. “Well,” she said, “I guess I won’t be having a problem with overweight luggage on the flight!”
Paul1969
Magistrate
Great story. Love to be one of the bidders.
Paul1969
Magistrate
She is athletic and pretty. She would appeal to many buyers, men and women.
Paul1969
Magistrate
However, the man fell deeply in debt. Months later, the both would be auctioned off as a pair to newlyweds. Working during the day, the four of them sharing a bed at night
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
Service.
One of the most difficult lessons a young slave has to learn is that she exists to serve her Master or Mistress.
She has to learn that her own desires, likes or dislikes are unimportant. She has to learn that her own pleasure is of no interest to the superior being who owns her, body and soul. She has to realise that obedience is everything!
It often takes a long time for a young slave to learn these simple things. Many painful sessions with the whip, hours of agony perched on the sharp ridge of the wooden pony, punishment after punishment before she accepts her true purpose in life.
Mary fought hard against her fate, against the inevitable subjugation of the slave. She fought her collar, she fought the discipline and the strict rules of the training school. She screamed and writhed under the whip and the cane, begged desperately for mercy as the sharp edge of the horse bit agonisingly into the soft, tender folds of her slave cunt. Slowly, despite her rebellious nature, she learned her duty.
Now Mary waits for her Master’s gift. Waits patiently to receive the hot, creamy jets of his seed. It has taken a long time, and much pain, for her to achieve acceptance. At last, Mary has accepted that, for the rest of her life, she is a slave.
One of the most difficult lessons a young slave has to learn is that she exists to serve her Master or Mistress.
She has to learn that her own desires, likes or dislikes are unimportant. She has to learn that her own pleasure is of no interest to the superior being who owns her, body and soul. She has to realise that obedience is everything!
It often takes a long time for a young slave to learn these simple things. Many painful sessions with the whip, hours of agony perched on the sharp ridge of the wooden pony, punishment after punishment before she accepts her true purpose in life.
Mary fought hard against her fate, against the inevitable subjugation of the slave. She fought her collar, she fought the discipline and the strict rules of the training school. She screamed and writhed under the whip and the cane, begged desperately for mercy as the sharp edge of the horse bit agonisingly into the soft, tender folds of her slave cunt. Slowly, despite her rebellious nature, she learned her duty.
Now Mary waits for her Master’s gift. Waits patiently to receive the hot, creamy jets of his seed. It has taken a long time, and much pain, for her to achieve acceptance. At last, Mary has accepted that, for the rest of her life, she is a slave.
Paul1969
Magistrate
Lynda soon found herself in the countryside. At a very remote, gated country house, walled, with a courtyard filled with very expensive cars. Ushered in to the ornate, beautifully decorated old house she was brought to a small medical clinic like room. She went thru a complete physical. She was perfectly healthy. She was then brought to a bathroom with a giant tub and three veiled women who commenced
Washing her hair, doing her nails, and cleaning every orifice on her. Her pussy was shaved bare.
Her athletic body was rubbed with light olive oil,
that had pungent, beautiful herbs infused in it. The large men entered the room, put on a simple silver collar, her hands chained behind her back and a black hood placed over her head.
Taken out of the room and guided down a stairwell, she began to hear other sounds. People
talking and laughing, glasses clinking. She was forced to take a large step up. She could feel what felt like saw dust on the bottom of her feet. A business like voice in English, Arabic, and French
asked the room for silence. Her hood was removed.
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
Is that all?
Judith was ecstatic when her husband announced that he had booked them a three week holiday at the Paradise resort for their twentieth wedding anniversary. She knew the place was very expensive, and very exclusive. All her friends would be envious of her good fortune, and the devotion of her husband.
“I’ve bought you a new bathing suit to wear at the resort. In fact, it will be pretty much all you will wear there. The resort is very casual, and the climate is such that one doesn’t have to wear very much at all.”
“Let me see it! Please?”
He smiled at her. “You are so impatient! You will have to wait until we get there before you can see it. I know you will like it, and I’m sure you will get many admiring looks. It is a very liberal place, is Paradise.”
Paradise was everything she had imagined. Luxurious, sophisticated, sybaritic. Dinner was superb, the restaurant full of elegant, beautifully dressed people. Some of the women very daringly dressed, certainly, and the waitresses were scantily clad at best, but that was what she had expected.
The next morning, she wanted to head for the pool. “I’m dying to show off my new bathing suit.”
Smiling, her husband handed her a bundle of string.
She looked at it, puzzled. “Is that it? Is that all?”
“Put it on!”
She did, still considering it to be a joke. The string between her labia did interesting things to her clit as she moved.
“Okay, joke over. Where is the real swimsuit?”
“That’s it! Paradise is a place where you can fulfil all your dreams and fantasies. You will be very popular wearing that.” He smiled, “I know what it says to me.”
“What does it say?” Her eyes sparkling.
“It says, ‘I am a mature, sexy woman. I am ready for adventure. Please fuck me.’ Am I right?”
She smiled, a naughty smile. “Are you happy with that message?” Her voice was soft, tremulous.
“It is what you want, isn’t it?” His voice was husky. “If it is what you want, I want you to enjoy it, with my blessing.”
“Yessss! Thank you. I love you! I’m going to enjoy wearing this. I think I might wear little else! Happy anniversary!”
Judith was ecstatic when her husband announced that he had booked them a three week holiday at the Paradise resort for their twentieth wedding anniversary. She knew the place was very expensive, and very exclusive. All her friends would be envious of her good fortune, and the devotion of her husband.
“I’ve bought you a new bathing suit to wear at the resort. In fact, it will be pretty much all you will wear there. The resort is very casual, and the climate is such that one doesn’t have to wear very much at all.”
“Let me see it! Please?”
He smiled at her. “You are so impatient! You will have to wait until we get there before you can see it. I know you will like it, and I’m sure you will get many admiring looks. It is a very liberal place, is Paradise.”
Paradise was everything she had imagined. Luxurious, sophisticated, sybaritic. Dinner was superb, the restaurant full of elegant, beautifully dressed people. Some of the women very daringly dressed, certainly, and the waitresses were scantily clad at best, but that was what she had expected.
The next morning, she wanted to head for the pool. “I’m dying to show off my new bathing suit.”
Smiling, her husband handed her a bundle of string.
She looked at it, puzzled. “Is that it? Is that all?”
“Put it on!”
She did, still considering it to be a joke. The string between her labia did interesting things to her clit as she moved.
“Okay, joke over. Where is the real swimsuit?”
“That’s it! Paradise is a place where you can fulfil all your dreams and fantasies. You will be very popular wearing that.” He smiled, “I know what it says to me.”
“What does it say?” Her eyes sparkling.
“It says, ‘I am a mature, sexy woman. I am ready for adventure. Please fuck me.’ Am I right?”
She smiled, a naughty smile. “Are you happy with that message?” Her voice was soft, tremulous.
“It is what you want, isn’t it?” His voice was husky. “If it is what you want, I want you to enjoy it, with my blessing.”
“Yessss! Thank you. I love you! I’m going to enjoy wearing this. I think I might wear little else! Happy anniversary!”
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
Freedom!
The first Mother’s Day since the last of the kids left home.
Freedom at last!
No more having to keep things secret. No more having to smother her cries of pain or pleasure. No more worrying about somebody walking in at the wrong moment. At last, she can wear her collar all the time. Her cuffs can stay on for as long as her husband wishes. Clothing in the house and the garden is no longer an option. She can flaunt her pierced nipples, her buttplug, the marks of the whip across her back.
Looking at her Mother’s Day presents it is clear that they had not managed to keep everything a secret from her children. The copy of ‘50 Shades of Grey’ from her youngest daughter was enough of a giveaway. However, the heavy suede flogger from her son, together with a note suggesting that he would be happy to instruct her husband in its use, was the gift that really got her going.
What lovely children they had! She must have them over for dinner this evening.
Dinner, and perhaps a bit of a family play session.
The first Mother’s Day since the last of the kids left home.
Freedom at last!
No more having to keep things secret. No more having to smother her cries of pain or pleasure. No more worrying about somebody walking in at the wrong moment. At last, she can wear her collar all the time. Her cuffs can stay on for as long as her husband wishes. Clothing in the house and the garden is no longer an option. She can flaunt her pierced nipples, her buttplug, the marks of the whip across her back.
Looking at her Mother’s Day presents it is clear that they had not managed to keep everything a secret from her children. The copy of ‘50 Shades of Grey’ from her youngest daughter was enough of a giveaway. However, the heavy suede flogger from her son, together with a note suggesting that he would be happy to instruct her husband in its use, was the gift that really got her going.
What lovely children they had! She must have them over for dinner this evening.
Dinner, and perhaps a bit of a family play session.
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
The Contest.
She had to win!
She just could not stand another whipping! Six hours on the sharp ridge of the Horse, and then two days in the kennels. She had to win!
The other woman was already on the third dildo. There were ten of them, each thicker and longer than the previous one! Each one had to go hilt deep in pussy and ass!
This was the first one. Just the first! She had struggled to get it into her pussy, her slave cunt, finally succeeding with much pain. Now she was stuck! It just would not go all the way into her ass!
“Please? Stretch! Oh god, it hurts!”
The other woman, sobbing, was on the fourth one! Struggling! Screaming in pain.
She had to win! Four dozen lashes! Forty eight burning, searing, bruising lashes. Then the Horse, bruising her already oversensitive cunt, feeling like she was being cut in half!
“Go in!” Screamed as she forced herself down, as the thick plug finally entered her ass. Rising up! More pain!
One done. Nine to go. She had to win!
She had to win!
She just could not stand another whipping! Six hours on the sharp ridge of the Horse, and then two days in the kennels. She had to win!
The other woman was already on the third dildo. There were ten of them, each thicker and longer than the previous one! Each one had to go hilt deep in pussy and ass!
This was the first one. Just the first! She had struggled to get it into her pussy, her slave cunt, finally succeeding with much pain. Now she was stuck! It just would not go all the way into her ass!
“Please? Stretch! Oh god, it hurts!”
The other woman, sobbing, was on the fourth one! Struggling! Screaming in pain.
She had to win! Four dozen lashes! Forty eight burning, searing, bruising lashes. Then the Horse, bruising her already oversensitive cunt, feeling like she was being cut in half!
“Go in!” Screamed as she forced herself down, as the thick plug finally entered her ass. Rising up! More pain!
One done. Nine to go. She had to win!
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
White Slaves.
This was impossible!
The advertisement had told of fun in the sun, an exotic tropical location off the beaten track. It was cheap. There was the added subtext of well hung local men. “Nothing wrong with a bit of sexual adventure,” the girls thought.
This was not what they had expected. Not at all!
No sooner had they arrived at the resort than they were seized, stripped, and steel collars fitted around their necks. They screamed and fought, to no avail. The coffle of naked young European girls was led out into the sunshine, through the town, having to endure the taunts and laughter of the local people.
“Now you know how our ancestors felt!” One young man shouted, brandishing his cock at them. “I will come and fuck you tonight!”
Pleading was of no use.
“You have disappeared. There is no record of your arrival, no record of the ‘resort’. You no longer exist. Once we have enough of you, you will be auctioned. There are many brothels that want white girls. In the meantime, our young men will visit you while you are chained in the square. Who knows, if you please them they might even feed you.”
This was impossible, she thought, this was the 21st Century. Slavery was long gone!
The hot sun on her naked skin, the hard, cold steel of the collar around her neck sent a different message.
This was happening. They were slaves. Slaves in the 21st Century!
This was impossible!
The advertisement had told of fun in the sun, an exotic tropical location off the beaten track. It was cheap. There was the added subtext of well hung local men. “Nothing wrong with a bit of sexual adventure,” the girls thought.
This was not what they had expected. Not at all!
No sooner had they arrived at the resort than they were seized, stripped, and steel collars fitted around their necks. They screamed and fought, to no avail. The coffle of naked young European girls was led out into the sunshine, through the town, having to endure the taunts and laughter of the local people.
“Now you know how our ancestors felt!” One young man shouted, brandishing his cock at them. “I will come and fuck you tonight!”
Pleading was of no use.
“You have disappeared. There is no record of your arrival, no record of the ‘resort’. You no longer exist. Once we have enough of you, you will be auctioned. There are many brothels that want white girls. In the meantime, our young men will visit you while you are chained in the square. Who knows, if you please them they might even feed you.”
This was impossible, she thought, this was the 21st Century. Slavery was long gone!
The hot sun on her naked skin, the hard, cold steel of the collar around her neck sent a different message.
This was happening. They were slaves. Slaves in the 21st Century!
If I ever get out of this mess, I intend to sue that tour company for false advertising!!!
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
Why? You are getting plenty of sun on your nude body, and the sex will be plentiful!
twonines
LIMERICUS
This is what you get for ignoring the ban on travel during the pandemic!
fallenmystic
Tribune
But they promised a tour of “an exotic tropical location off the beaten track” but they paraded the girls through the town instead. I’m pretty sure that was what Barbaria complained about.
