Vignettes from the slave pits

[theseus]

Desert March

The slavers were no respecters of age, sex or rank. When they attacked a town they took everyone. The long march to the market served as a system of natural selection. Only the strong made it!

These two slavers had taken their share of the spoils, eleven slaves, to sell to a brothel owner. Only five slaves have survived this far. Two of them, once husband and wife, had made several escape attempts. Now they carry the extra burden of a heavy wooden yoke linking them by the neck. Running with that is almost impossible.

Irma is by far the oldest of the slaves. She has been struggling to keep up, but is determined to live, if only to try and be there for her daughter, second in the line of slaves. She wonders how far it is to the brothel. A week ago the thought of being sold to a brothel would have been unthinkable to the wife of a prosperous merchant, now she will give anything for this march to end. All she had now was her body, and even that no longer belonged to her.

The ghostly fingers of the long dead trees haunted her.

Please let them reach the brothel soon!

 

[Crux-Emperor Baracus X]

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Desert March

The slavers were no respecters of age, sex or rank. When they attacked a town they took everyone. The long march to the market served as a system of natural selection. Only the strong made it!

These two slavers had taken their share of the spoils, eleven slaves, to sell to a brothel owner. Only five slaves have survived this far. Two of them, once husband and wife, had made several escape attempts. Now they carry the extra burden of a heavy wooden yoke linking them by the neck. Running with that is almost impossible.

Irma is by far the oldest of the slaves. She has been struggling to keep up, but is determined to live, if only to try and be there for her daughter, second in the line of slaves. She wonders how far it is to the brothel. A week ago the thought of being sold to a brothel would have been unthinkable to the wife of a prosperous merchant, now she will give anything for this march to end. All she had now was her body, and even that no longer belonged to her.

The ghostly fingers of the long dead trees haunted her.

Please let them reach the brothel soon!

Good one

 

[theseus]

Cathy’s Adventure​

Cathy sat in the parking area for a long time. This was it! Decision time!

She thought she had made the decision some time ago, when she had done the interview, paid her money, and signed all the papers. But this really was the moment of truth.

There were three other cars in the muddy parking area. All were empty, all unlocked with the keys in the ignition. She knew that someone would come along and move the cars into storage. She walked from one to another, her hiking boots squelching in the mud. Each car contained a small pile, or in some cases several piles of clothes.

Standing next to her car, she pulled off her thick jumper. Her nipples hardened instantly in the chill, damp air. Sitting down in the open door of the car she unlaced her boots and removed her socks. The freezing mud oozed between her toes as she stood up to remove her jeans. Naked, she removed her wedding ring and placed it in the glove compartment.

She thought back to her husband’s farewell kiss. He would be coming to the farm as a guest in a few weeks time. Perhaps he might even see her there, use her, pay for the use of her body in the Farm brothel, order her to be whipped!

She looked down at her smooth body, at the barcode she had had tattooed on her mound. That would be a permanent reminder of her of her adventure.

She took a deep breath, closed the car door and set off up the muddy track. Ahead lay six months of slavery. She remembered the clause that she had approved and signed in the contract. “The slave will be used without any limits, the sole exception being that there will be no permanent, disabling damage to its person.”

The wind was chill on her naked body, and the rain started again as she strode towards six months of slavery.

 

[theseus]

The fall​

The East Indiaman had been becalmed for days, floating in its own reflection. The crew and passengers had watched helplessly as the galleys crawled over the mirror calm sea, their oars moving like the legs of giant insects.

The crew had fought hard, but the galleys could always move to the unprotected bow and stern. Swarms of corsairs flooded the decks. The surviving crew were soon stripped and chained to the oars where they would labour unceasingly until finally freed by death.

For the aristocratic Countess of Hexham an even worse fate was in store. Stripped as naked as the galley slaves, she and her two maids were forced to entertain the chief of the corsairs and his officers. The countess spread her aristocratic thighs just like any tupenny whore in the slums of England. Screamed as loudly as any kitchen maid as the depths of her noble anus were plumbed. Lips that had once smiled condescendingly at mere tradesmen now stretched around thick black cocks.

Now they are walking through the streets of a dusty African town, connected by their collars. Gone is the unbridgeable gulf between aristocrat and commoner, mistress and maids. Now they are just naked slaves on their way to the market.

They were told many frightening stories of the slave market. That the slaves were whipped before being sold. That they were displayed for hours, pawed over by prospective buyers and voyeurs. That the status of a slave was lower than that of a dog. Soon they would know.

All slaves are equal in their naked vulnerability.

 

[theseus]

The Virgin Slave​

Frances walked through the soft sand, following the slavers on their horses and the other slaves. Sweat coated her naked body. They had been travelling for many days, walking through forests and dunes, heading for some godforsaken African city where she would be sold.

Sometimes she thought it was all a bad dream, that she would wake up in a comfortable hotel ready for the next day of the study tour of East Africa. Then she would shake off that dream. They had been hijacked and kidnapped on a lonely road. She, and her fellow students, were slaves, to be sold. Sold! Impossible! This was 2018!

At least she wasn’t chained. After all, what hope did she have of escape in this wilderness where there were wild animals, no food and very few places where she would be able to find water? How could she outwit or outrun the slavers, with their horses and dogs trained to track down wayward slaves. A few had tried. She had watched as they were brought back, as they were whipped bloody. Now those who had misbehaved or tried to escape stumbled along in a coffle, weighed down by heavy chains while she walked free, naked but for the thin silver chain around her hips denoting her virginity.

Virginity! The slavers held to a very narrow definition of virginity. As far as they were concerned virginity applied only to her vagina. They had respected this virginity, her hymen was still intact. Her mouth and her anus were a different matter, both now well used orifices.

The slaver chief had had her last night, gloating over the high price her boyish body would fetch at the auction. She was almost looking forward to that auction. At least it would mean the end of this seemingly endless march.

 

[Barbaria1]

Theseus, these vignettes are all so nicely done! I hope you keep writing them!

 

[theseus]

Her First Anal

“Come, little slave. Time to get clean and be buggered.”

She followed me to my room. I enjoyed washing her in the shower, her skin so soft and smooth, like silk. I loved the flawless skin of her back, the two lovely dimples at the base of her spine, the firm swell of her butt. I was certain that by tomorrow evening that skin would be marked by the whip.

She was half asleep as she stumbled to bed. Her eyes closed, but before sleep I had other intentions. Jenny curled up and was almost asleep before I joined her. “Don’t go to sleep yet, slave. You have to pay for this comfy, warm bed.” The rain was rattling against the windowpanes, the wind howling. I thought for a moment about the three naked slaves, huddled in the kennels. Well, they had the dogs to keep them warm!

I thought for a moment. Which one first? I thought of her smooth back, the pert buttocks. “Onto your tummy, Jenny.” Her eyes were pleading. “Do I have to? It will hurt.”

“Yes, it will. But you have to pay for this nice warm bed. You can always go out there and tell Carrie to come inside. She’ll be very happy to be buggered for a warm bed.” In the ensuing silence we listened to the sounds of the storm outside. Jenny rolled onto her tummy as I reached for the lube.

I lubed her well, using my fingers to open and stretch her anus. She moaned softly at the penetration, knowing what was coming. My cock was equally slick with lube. I straddled her, spreading her cheeks. She moaned softly at the first, blunt touch. I increased the pressure. The moans became louder. “It hurts!”

“Slaves are there to be fucked.” She cried out as the head slipped all the way inside. “Too big! Too big!” I fed in another inch, another. She was squirming, twisting, impaled on my shaft. Begging.

I wasn’t about to give her more than about three inches, but I did intend to fuck her. She was so tight I knew I wouldn’t last long. She moaned as I pumped in and out, stretching her. “Oh! Oh! So hot!”

This as I came into her.

I stayed inside her for several minutes, then slid out. “That hurt, Master, you’re cruel.” I stroked her back. “You wanted a night in a warm bed, instead of out there in the kennels. You have to pay for that privilege with the only thing a slave has, your body.” My fingers found her pussy, the wetness there. Played with the little nub. She sighed. “What does your barcode say?” She was purring.

“Slave/whore. No limits.”

 

[foggybottom]

K has managed to escape her captors and run away as fast as her long legs will take her. But when the soldiers get mounted up on their horses they will run her down and tie her securely. Then she will be dragged behind a horse back to the whipping post where her lily white skin will turn crimson red under the lash. And then??

 

[Crux-Emperor Baracus X]

K has managed to escape her captors and run away as fast as her long legs will take her. But when the soldiers get mounted up on their horses they will run her down and tie her securely. Then she will be dragged behind a horse back to the whipping post where her lily white skin will turn crimson red under the lash. And then??

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And then she will be savagely raped,and crucified......

 

[foggybottom]

And then she will be savagely raped,and crucified......

Yesss, I like to leave the scenario open ended so imaginations will be whipped into a frenzy.

 

[theseus]

Harem Princess

Sumitra had been the Maharajah’s favourite child. His biggest regret was that she was not born a boy.

“Sumitra,” he often said to her. “You are a princess, a leader of our people. They look to us, to you, as examples of excellence. We look over them, look after them, lead them. Remember that it is your duty, in whatever you do, to be an example, to do your best, to be better than anyone else at what you do. No matter what that is.”

The memory was filled with pride and sorrow. He still looked over his city, what was left of it. His empty eye sockets gazed over the land, over his people, from the spike that held his head over the gates.

She, Sumitra, was a slave now, a princess no longer. A bedslave in the tents of the conqueror. Yet she was still a princess, in her own mind. She would heed her father’s words. She would be the best, the most beautiful the most passionate bedslave in the conqueror’s harem.

This was her new life, she would be an example of excellence.

 

[theseus]

Lindy’s Decision
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Lindy was nervous. This interview would affect the rest of her life. The dealer was friendly, sympathetic. She wanted to make sure that Lindy understood the implications of what she wanted to do.

If the dealer accepted her she would be trained and then sold as a slave. A slave in the 21stcentury! Once sold she would be a slave until freed because of age or infirmity. There would be no limits to her use. She could be punished, whether for some offence of simply because it pleased her master, or mistress. Her owner could use her in any way he wished. He could lend her to friends, make her perform in public.

In return she would receive the proceeds of her sale, less the dealer’s commission. The dealer’s estimate was that she would fetch in excess of $75 000. The money would be invested for her, providing a pension if she was freed.

She was young, not yet nineteen. Ahead lay years, decades of slavery.

 

[theseus]

Fucking Frame

The fucking frame is a simple, easy to use tool for instilling discipline in a recalcitrant slave. It is easily portable and can be used in the compound, the kennels or out in the fields. The slave, male or female, cannot escape and is held in the perfect position for use. It is most often used after a whipping, leaving the writhing slave open for use by any passer-by. The slave is typically locked in the frame for a day, suffering the agonies of sunburn together with the other torments.

 

[theseus]

Amy Chained

All slaves are equal at The Farm. My daughter Amy discovered this when she arrived. She confidently drove her car up to the house, expecting a warm welcome. Instead she was escorted back down to the parking area, stripped and made to walk the two mile track just like a normal slave.

Now she is coming to terms with the chains she will wear for the duration of her stay here. The fact that her impertinent act carries with it a serious punishment hasn’t quite penetrated. She will realise the error of her ways when the first stroke of the cat claws its way across her back.

 

[Eulalia]

Theseus, these vignettes are all so nicely done! I hope you keep writing them!

I agree - we must tip off Madiosi to collect them into a pdf and ebook.

 

[theseus]

Susan

When my wife asked to be treated like all the other slaves at the farm I was surprised. She, more than any other should know the implications of that request. Finally I made her sign a contract like any other slave.

Now she is in the brothel, blindfolded, tied to a bed, her thighs spread obscenely wide. She can hear the voices of the clients, many voices, discussing in detail how she would be used. She can also hear the sound of the credit card machine as these men, are they all men, pay for the use of her body.

Leroy’s voice is deep and even. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, you have all paid to use this whore. You are welcome to use her in any way you wish. Photography is allowed. After two hours we will untie her and turn her onto her belly.”

“Enjoy!”

 

[theseus]

The Walk to Slavery

For the new arrivals at The Farm the parking lot at the bottom of the hill is the moment of decision.

Their instructions are very clear. “On arrival at the parking area you will strip completely naked. Deposit all your possessions in your car. It will be removed to safekeeping for the duration of your stay.

Lock yourself in the fetters and chains that have been sent to you. Drop your car keys in the drop safe at the entrance to the parking area. Walk up the path to The Farm, a distance of two miles. Walk only on the path! Do not attempt to walk on the grassy or sandy areas! If you stray off the path you WILL be punished on arrival at The Farm.

ANY DEVIATION FROM THESE INSTRUCTIONS WILL RESULT IN INSTANT, PAINFUL PUNISHMENT!

The path was specially constructed for this purpose by the early slaves, all members of the owners’ family. It is rough, with a thick layer of sharp flints. The grass verges are very attractive and many new slaves take that option. Such offenders find that their first experience of the farm is to intimately embrace the whipping post!

Many others interpret “Completely naked” very broadly. Some keep their wedding rings, jewellery and other adornments, while many, stupidly, do not consider shoes to be clothing. They soon learn that obedience has no leeway.

This slave is starting well. Hobbled as she is she can only take small steps, all of them painful, especially for someone who never goes barefoot. Her husband has ordered a copy of the video of her walk. I have no doubt it, and the other footage of her training, will become part of their family history.

Ahead of her are six months of no limits slavery.

 

[theseus]

Sold!

Ten small silver coins! That was all she was worth! Ten small coins! Fatima was furious. It was bad enough that she had been taken by slavers, but to be sold for less than the price of a goat was an insult! Her anger kept her going as she ran alongside her new owner's horse. This was the start of her new life, her life as a chattel. (Pic courtesy of Secondshot)

 

[theseus]

Virginia

Virginia’s story is fairly typical of those who come to The Farm. After sixteen years of happy marriage things were starting to go sour. A counsellor had recommended a drastic change in their relationship and suggested that they investigate going to The Farm. They had been reluctant at first, but had finally decided that they would both go for three months.

The contract was complex. Did they really want to sign up as ‘no limits’ slaves. She was reluctant, but Geoff had persuaded her. “After all, we might as well go all the way!”

She had thought about that for a while. “You realize that if we go the ‘no limits’ route you might have to have sex with other men?”

He nodded. “And you with other women. Not to mention other things.”

She remembered that clause in the contract and shuddered. “Yes,” she said in a small voice.

Now she was not so sure it was a good idea. She had left the horrible, painful flint path in favour of the soft sand, while Geoff obeyed the rules. She was having second thoughts, but it was too late for those.

She thought back to the contract. Walk only on the path! Do not attempt to walk on the grassy or sandy areas! If you stray off the path you WILL be punished on arrival at The Farm.

She would be punished. Surely it wouldn’t be that bad. Perhaps some extra work, or even a spanking. That would still be better than walking on that horrid path.

Ahead she faintly heard what sounded like someone screaming. If she could have seen ahead she would have seen another new arrival, one who had decided that being completely naked did not include the wearing of shoes, dancing wildly at the whipping post as a huge black overseer systematically covered her back with bloody, oozing wheals.

Soon, very soon, she would feel the kiss of the cat!

 

[theseus]

Jill.

Up to now it had been a joke. Jill had gone along with the game, largely because her husband derived so much pleasure from stroking and kissing it. After all, a barcode tattoo was a novelty.

Then the two strangers arrived. They had been very polite and businesslike. Her husband had signed some papers, and a cheque had changed hands.

“Jill, it’s time to go. You will be sold by auction tomorrow. You will be a sex slave. I really shouldn’t be greedy and keep your delicious body just for myself. Besides, we need the money. Don’t worry; it is only for six months. I’ll be there, watching as you are auctioned. Good Luck!”

Suddenly that barcode was not so much of a joke!