Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
In a situation like this, one easily looks for straws of hope. When hope dwindles, one still thinks of the best of the worst.
The best of the worst would be now, that we had been captured by some revolutionaries. Because revolutionaries are, after all, still politicians! When they take hostages, they need them to serve their goals. Killing them is the last possible option, since they know it would not serve their case.
But we had not heard yet any political statement, explaining why we had been taken prisoner. The kind of statement that explains for what purpose of their struggle we were captured, and why us? I could have lived that I was a member of a society of capitalist pigs that were responsible for some sort of repression and exploitation of who knows what kind of people. Even if I was not a ‘capitalist’ in the sense of the word, I just made myself a good living at home, no more, no less, but even my modest standard of life would likely look to exuberant for our captors, who probably needed a year work to earn what I got in a week or less. So, clearly, a capitalist pig (OK, the pig is negotiable, considering my weird dark fantasies, but I am not going to reveal them here).
Instead, it would become worse! I became aware that I would end up in the very roots of capitalism : slave trade! Trading captive humans for forced work! Men and women sold as property!
We would be sold as slaves. We got prepared by a necklace connected to our wrists by a chain. We got explained that we will be sold one by one, presented to candidate buyers, who will inspect us. Then the bidding will begin.
My companions and me are terrified, about what awaits us! Pira mentions something about stage fright! Right on the nail he is! Damn! I even got scared I will perform badly for my ‘audience!’
Pirates enter the tent where we wait! With whips, they drive their ‘cattle’ to the market.
We got up! It is really a stage ; a wooden platform, we climb by steps. And then we stand in the open, naked, chained, ready to be sold! Naked, exposed to people who want us as their property! Something I never imagined that could happen to me, that could still exist!
There are many people on the square. It try not to look at them, but I see many Middle East type men, with Middle East type moustaches and Middle East type headgear. Also several women in burka.
Kathy goes first!
She has to undergo a humiliating body inspection, touched by men and women, forces to present her private parts! The way they treat her makes me angry! I am on the verge to protest, but I realize this would not help anyone!
The bidding goes fast! Kathy is finally sold at two women in burka, which had previously touched her.
“Bitches!” I want to shout.
Then goes Messaline! She is sold to an Arab as a belly dancer. Strange! She has always been fond of it, now it becomes reality for her.
Judith! Again demeaning inspection, then she refuses something she was forced to do, apparently with Pira. She is threatened with whipping. Pira intervenes! Both are rudely removed. The sale is suspended.
Then, it is announced that Pira and Judith are no longer for sale. For their rebellion, they will be publically crucified in the afternoon!
The sale goes on! And there is only one left, that is me! I am presented forward! Here I stand, for sale on a slave market, somewhere far away from civilization. I feel bad about Pira and Judith! And about me! At least, Pira has done something! I had to step forward for Kathy, or Messa! I did not!
I am presented to the buyers and have to do the same humiliating acts as my companions. Suddenly, a woman in a burka rushes to the stage and grabs my dick. It looks like see is one of those who bought Kathy, but with a burka, one is never sure, of course! She starts simulating me until I got an erection (a little bit embarrassing, in public, although my anger helps) and then utters something that resounds like, approval.
The bidding begins! I never had such trembling legs since the time I awaited exam results at school! The bidding is short! I am sold to those ball-grabbing burka bitches! The same who bought Kathy, that is at least a little bit good news.
But deep inside, I do not belong here! I belonged to a cross, next to Pira and Judith! I will survive them, but I got the feeling that, all my remaining life, worse than being in slavery, will be the thought that I had behaved as a coward on the selling platform!
The best of the worst would be now, that we had been captured by some revolutionaries. Because revolutionaries are, after all, still politicians! When they take hostages, they need them to serve their goals. Killing them is the last possible option, since they know it would not serve their case.
But we had not heard yet any political statement, explaining why we had been taken prisoner. The kind of statement that explains for what purpose of their struggle we were captured, and why us? I could have lived that I was a member of a society of capitalist pigs that were responsible for some sort of repression and exploitation of who knows what kind of people. Even if I was not a ‘capitalist’ in the sense of the word, I just made myself a good living at home, no more, no less, but even my modest standard of life would likely look to exuberant for our captors, who probably needed a year work to earn what I got in a week or less. So, clearly, a capitalist pig (OK, the pig is negotiable, considering my weird dark fantasies, but I am not going to reveal them here).
Instead, it would become worse! I became aware that I would end up in the very roots of capitalism : slave trade! Trading captive humans for forced work! Men and women sold as property!
We would be sold as slaves. We got prepared by a necklace connected to our wrists by a chain. We got explained that we will be sold one by one, presented to candidate buyers, who will inspect us. Then the bidding will begin.
My companions and me are terrified, about what awaits us! Pira mentions something about stage fright! Right on the nail he is! Damn! I even got scared I will perform badly for my ‘audience!’
Pirates enter the tent where we wait! With whips, they drive their ‘cattle’ to the market.
We got up! It is really a stage ; a wooden platform, we climb by steps. And then we stand in the open, naked, chained, ready to be sold! Naked, exposed to people who want us as their property! Something I never imagined that could happen to me, that could still exist!
There are many people on the square. It try not to look at them, but I see many Middle East type men, with Middle East type moustaches and Middle East type headgear. Also several women in burka.
Kathy goes first!
She has to undergo a humiliating body inspection, touched by men and women, forces to present her private parts! The way they treat her makes me angry! I am on the verge to protest, but I realize this would not help anyone!
The bidding goes fast! Kathy is finally sold at two women in burka, which had previously touched her.
“Bitches!” I want to shout.
Then goes Messaline! She is sold to an Arab as a belly dancer. Strange! She has always been fond of it, now it becomes reality for her.
Judith! Again demeaning inspection, then she refuses something she was forced to do, apparently with Pira. She is threatened with whipping. Pira intervenes! Both are rudely removed. The sale is suspended.
Then, it is announced that Pira and Judith are no longer for sale. For their rebellion, they will be publically crucified in the afternoon!
The sale goes on! And there is only one left, that is me! I am presented forward! Here I stand, for sale on a slave market, somewhere far away from civilization. I feel bad about Pira and Judith! And about me! At least, Pira has done something! I had to step forward for Kathy, or Messa! I did not!
I am presented to the buyers and have to do the same humiliating acts as my companions. Suddenly, a woman in a burka rushes to the stage and grabs my dick. It looks like see is one of those who bought Kathy, but with a burka, one is never sure, of course! She starts simulating me until I got an erection (a little bit embarrassing, in public, although my anger helps) and then utters something that resounds like, approval.
The bidding begins! I never had such trembling legs since the time I awaited exam results at school! The bidding is short! I am sold to those ball-grabbing burka bitches! The same who bought Kathy, that is at least a little bit good news.
But deep inside, I do not belong here! I belonged to a cross, next to Pira and Judith! I will survive them, but I got the feeling that, all my remaining life, worse than being in slavery, will be the thought that I had behaved as a coward on the selling platform!