Life as a slave

[thehangingtree]

It is fall in the Northern Hemisphere. Professor Barb Moore has convinced her friend Messaline to join her on a chartered Caribbean cruise to shed the chill of cool air. She booked the cruise through the THT Travel Agency. She didn’t know much about the agency but it had the best price and promised great adventures. The first days of the cruise are very relaxing and are blessed with beautiful weather. The women are enjoying their escape from the cool damp fall weather.

Of course neither woman read the fine print. In the far eastern Caribbean Sea the chartered yacht pulls up to a wooden sailing ship. Barbara and Messaline wonder what is going on. The yacht’s captain Gunner explains that it is their new adventure. The women reach for any form of clothing but are herded naked up a gangplank and onto the sailing ship. As they step onto the deck they are met by the ship’s captain, a woman known as Joan Tree.

She circles Barb and Messa gloating “These whores will bring good purses at the auction!”

“What auction? We are American and French women and I demand you free us” Barb snaps back.

“You are mistaken! You are slaves to be sold at the Moroccan slave markets. You will bring in a fine price I dare say!”

“You can’t do this to us! This is kidnapping” Barb exclaims as Messaline whisper for Barb to be quiet.

“Take this woman to the deck and hoist her up so she can receive the whipping she has earned” Joan Tree orders.

It would not be a pleasant afternoon for Barbara Moore.

She howls in pain with each lash that strikes her while Messa watches helplessly.

 

[Wragg]

“You can’t do this to us! This is kidnapping” Barb exclaims as Messaline whisper for Barb to be quiet.

Ooh dear. Barb never did learn the value of discretion...

 

[ShadowWolf]

This is only the beginning of the delightful cruise. I wonder what other special plans Tree has in store

 

[thehangingtree]

This is only the beginning of the delightful cruise. I wonder what other special plans Tree has in store

I add more...

Joan Tree turns out to be a very stern pirate captain. Her new ‘recruits’ are treated harshly on the voyage to Morocco (though marks on their whipped bodies are light and fade fast- she doesn’t want to sell ‘damaged goods’).



One cannot blame her. If she is caught with her female treasures the punishment for her is same as any other pirate… a slow painful hanging!



The pirate ship has a large hold for its cargo covered with open grates to allow air to flow to the slaves held chained below the deck.



Below the grates Barb looks up at the sunlight pouring down on her bitching “This is so illegal! Wait until the Marines come to rescue us!”



“Barbara, the Marines stormed Tripoli, not Casablanca” Messa admonishes. “You signed us up for this saying it would be a great adventure. So will you shut up and let us see what happens?”

I am not happy about condescending to playing their game but all the other slaves kidnapped women convince me it will be for all our good if I comply. This is worse than meeting with Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg XXVI at the UMV but I go along. The only thing worse than being a slave is having your sister slaves pissed off at you!

-Barbara Moore

Hours have passed and Barbara wakes in Captain Joan’s cabin. There is no record of what occurred overnight but Barb’s wake-up call was less than civil. One huge black man is fastening her wrists in irons behind her back while the other plays with her clit with his switchblade knife…



“Don’t hurt me! I’ll behave” I cry out. What else can I do? These barbarians would love to slice my pussy. I doubt they will because it would make me damaged merchandise… or does that matter to them?

The ship docks in Casablanca’s harbor and we are off-loaded onto the pier. One after another we have collars locked around our necks and are chained to the woman before us.



Dock workers must have seen this show before but they still show plenty of interest watching us being chained together. They yell remarks at us but I don’t understand most of them. By the tone I suspect they are less than complimentary.

Once we are locked in a coffle we are led through an older part of the city. Except for the collars and chains we are a string of naked women being led to the auction house. Every step I take leaves freedom farther away.



Armed guards escort us and we must go where they lead us. None of us know where the hell we are and where the hell are a dozen naked women chained together by their necks supposed to get away and hide.



-Barb Moore

 

[messaline]

Never moore more I'll trust Barb for her "idées à la con" wonderful ideas !

 

[thehangingtree]

Accommodations for the slaves are somewhat less than first class. The cages are too short to stand in and too small to lie down in. The slaves can talk to each other but cannot see the other slaves when caged.



The slaves are subjected to pre-auction inspection for the premium buyers. For women who were free less than a week ago it is a very demeaning ordeal.



Some took the humiliation in silent shame while others needed some encouragement. Messaline is presented with her bare body glistening in scented oil.



She feels a glimmer of hope a wealthy woman might buy her. Barbara was less than receptive to being displayed and groped.



Her resistance did not stop the buyers from groping her and earns her another whipping.

Several preferred customers bought slaves outright not waiting for the auction day. They of course would not be bothered by personally take the slave. They have handlers for that menial task.



Where the purchased slaves disappear to is something the remaining slaves will never know.

 

[messaline]

Some took the humiliation in silent shame while others needed some encouragement. Messaline is presented with her bare body glistening in scented oil.

If Barb could accept that ...... she would smell good , at least !

I found the process so much pleasant : all those women'hands, caressing my body !!!

 

[thehangingtree]

It is Auction Day in Casablanca’s slave bizarre. All the women to be sold are put on display in the morning for the buyers to look over the merchandise.

Though nervous and angry that she is to be sold as cattle, Barbara looks about at the men (and women) who might be her owner by the end of the day. She follows directions because she has been warned there is punishment at the whipping post if she does not.

The first slaves sold have been here before. Some are being offered because their master wants something fresh. A few have served their term as a slave but volunteered to be enslaved again unable or unwilling to face life as a free woman.

They are not bound in irons and seem to revel in the attention they receive.

I have been kidnapped to be sold as a slave. The overseer has locked my wrists behind my back with heavy manacles. With stern coldness he says “Put on a good show and bring in some good money. You and Messaline will be sold together. Make it look like you want to be a slave or both of you will go to the whipping post. Do you understand?”

I glare up at him and grudgingly answer “I do.”

What else can I do? There is no avoiding being sold on the block. Perhaps someone there will be some sort of CIA spy and will ‘buy’ Messa and I to set us free.

It isn’t long before Messa and I stand next to each other on the block. I don’t understand what is being said but I know the bidding is spirited. It is strangely fascinating to stand here watching people bid to own Messa and me.

-Barb Moore, slave woman

The bidding was indeed spirited and the auction master is quite pleased with what the house will bring in on the sale of Messa and Barb!

 

[Wragg]

Perhaps someone there will be some sort of CIA spy and will ‘buy’ Messa and I to set us free.

Perhaps Jollyrei is in the crowd, and he will set you free?

 

[messaline]

Hum ! Barb have to get some slavery'lessons ...
Messa has some arguments to be well sold and well treated ...

 

[connoisseurs]

Barb have to get some slavery'lessons

A few lessons for Barb won´t hurt her us.

 

[Barbaria1]

I have some catching up to do ... episode 1:

Professor Barb Moore has convinced her friend Messaline to join her on a chartered Caribbean cruise to shed the chill of cool air. She booked the cruise through the THT Travel Agency.

THT Travel Agency ????? ... That was my first mistake!

The women are enjoying their escape from the cool damp fall weather.

Of course neither woman read the fine print.

Never bother with the fine print ... it's too small to read anyway!

As they step onto the deck they are met by the ship’s captain, a woman known as Joan Tree.

Joan Tree???? Oh Shit!

“What auction? We are American and French women and I demand you free us” Barb snaps back.

If that's not somewhere in the Geneva Convention, it ought to be .... perhaps under the section entitled "fine print"

It would not be a pleasant afternoon for Barbara Moore.

She howls in pain with each lash that strikes her while Messa watches helplessly.

OUch, Owwwww, Oh Shit ... Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

[Barbaria1]

Joan Tree turns out to be a very stern pirate captain. Her new ‘recruits’ are treated harshly on the voyage to Morocco (though marks on their whipped bodies are light and fade fast- she doesn’t want to sell ‘damaged goods’).

Joan is becoming a better businesswoman than Messa!

One cannot blame her. If she is caught with her female treasures the punishment for her is same as any other pirate… a slow painful hanging!

Perhaps crucifixion would be more fitting ...

Below the grates Barb looks up at the sunlight pouring down on her bitching “This is so illegal! Wait until the Marines come to rescue us!”

I am not "bitching" ... let's just call it "complaining" ... has a better ring to it, don't you think?

“Barbara, the Marines stormed Tripoli, not Casablanca” Messa admonishes. “You signed us up for this saying it would be a great adventure. So will you shut up and let us see what happens?”

French know-it-all ... geeze!

One huge black man is fastening her wrists in irons behind her back while the other plays with her clit with his switchblade knife…

switchblade knife???? .... whatever happened to good old fingering?

Dock workers must have seen this show before but they still show plenty of interest watching us being chained together. They yell remarks at us but I don’t understand most of them. By the tone I suspect they are less than complimentary.

If I had my iphone, I could translate those remarks ...

Once we are locked in a coffle we are led through an older part of the city. Except for the collars and chains we are a string of naked women being led to the auction house. Every step I take leaves freedom farther away.

Yep, freedom is obviously becoming a distant memory.

Armed guards escort us and we must go where they lead us. None of us know where the hell we are and where the hell are a dozen naked women chained together by their necks supposed to get away and hide.

Hide? Get away? ... Hmmmmmm ... must be a way out of this!

 

[Barbaria1]

Accommodations for the slaves are somewhat less than first class. The cages are too short to stand in and too small to lie down in. The slaves can talk to each other but cannot see the other slaves when caged.

Kinda claustrophobic, I'd say

She feels a glimmer of hope a wealthy woman might buy her. Barbara was less than receptive to being displayed and groped.



Her resistance did not stop the buyers from groping her and earns her another whipping.

Shit! Why do I always end up getting whipped?

If Barb could accept that ...... she would smell good , at least !

I found the process so much pleasant : all those women'hands, caressing my body !!!

Yes, the French can be crazy about certain things ,,,,

 

[Barbaria1]

Though nervous and angry that she is to be sold as cattle, Barbara looks about at the men (and women) who might be her owner by the end of the day. She follows directions because she has been warned there is punishment at the whipping post if she does not.

That's the third time I've been threatened with a whipping in this story!

I have been kidnapped to be sold as a slave. The overseer has locked my wrists behind my back with heavy manacles. With stern coldness he says “Put on a good show and bring in some good money. You and Messaline will be sold together. Make it look like you want to be a slave or both of you will go to the whipping post. Do you understand?”

I glare up at him and grudgingly answer “I do.”

"I do"????? What is this? And Arkansas wedding?

Perhaps someone there will be some sort of CIA spy and will ‘buy’ Messa and I to set us free.

Hope springs eternal, as they say ....

It isn’t long before Messa and I stand next to each other on the block. I don’t understand what is being said but I know the bidding is spirited. It is strangely fascinating to stand here watching people bid to own Messa and me.

Define "fascinating"?

Perhaps Jollyrei is in the crowd, and he will set you free?

I want to be 'free', not 'dead" ... geeeeze

 

[thehangingtree]

While Barb and Messa being sold as a pair are not unprecedented the money the two women sold for is a record for slave women! Barb and Messa are chained together at their necks and are photographed together at the Office of the Moroccan Slave Sale Administration before being turned over to their buyer’s handlers.

“I wonder who bought us” I say.

“What difference does it make” Messa asks. “You signed us up for this ‘adventure cruise’. I hope we aren’t sold to some damn Arab’s harem!”

Soon our wrists are locked behind our backs and a heavy wooden yoke is fastened around our necks. We are marched naked through the streets of Casablanca not knowing where we are being led.

“This is not how I should be treated as an American citizen” I protest.

“I am not an American citizen and for that matter neither are you. We are slave women and we have been bought” Messa admonishes. “We are property now!”

Soon we are locked in cages. The cage is not designed for my comfort.

Outside on the tarmac of the Casablanca airport Messa squats in her cage waiting to be loaded into the THT C-47 (a DC-3, civilians) cargo plane. Her wrists are cuffed behind her back and the breeze off the ocean has her nipples tumescent and her pussy’s lips furled. A woman in a stylish black outfit squats outside Messa’s cage and says “My, are you a sexy bitch!”

Messa says “Help get me out of this. Barbara and I have been kidnapped and sold as slaves!”

The woman pulls her hair back and says “I cannot help you, Messaline. I bought you and Barbara. I am Judith, your owner and mistress!”

Well, this isn’t going well…

 

[Barbaria1]

“I wonder who bought us” I say.

“What difference does it make” Messa asks. “You signed us up for this ‘adventure cruise’. I hope we aren’t sold to some damn Arab’s harem!”

I don’t suppose his long flowing robes was a good sign then?

“This is not how I should be treated as an American citizen” I protest.

I wonder if how I voted in the last election will have any impact on our chances for government rescue?

The woman pulls her hair back and says “I cannot help you, Messaline. I bought you and Barbara. I am Judith, your owner and mistress!”

Oh double shit!

 

[messaline]

The woman pulls her hair back and says “I cannot help you, Messaline. I bought you and Barbara. I am Judith, your owner and mistress!”

Oh double shit!

Oh, dont exagerate , Barb , it could be worst ! I've eared about Judith like a wonderful Mistress ...
She has a great technic concerning the whip !

 

[connoisseurs]

I don’t suppose his long flowing robes was a good sign then?



I wonder if how I voted in the last election will have any impact on our chances for government rescue?



Oh double shit!

Barb, as bad as it may be looking, it could have been worse

And for Messaline the same

Look on the bride side, girls