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This Bundeswehr military had better go to Mali to fight against terrorists...
I don't agree Pierre! I mean, better all come back home and make her wifes and girlfriends pregnant!This Bundeswehr military had better go to Mali to fight against terrorists...
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lol
Are you sure she is pregnant with him ? Because at the moment, he seems busier torturing her...
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KvK
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Nice thread! It inspires an idea.
An enterprising professor of political science at an all-female college had an inspired initiative. She taught third world politics, but she felt that lectures, seminars and papers just could not convey to these first world female students what it truly meant to be a slave.
So, the political science professor proposed her idea to the board which, surprisingly, approved.
Her idea was for this new course, Slavery 400. She made it a 400-level course for a purpose. She did not want the younger, more naive students, only the more dedicated ones, the ones mentally tough enough to take grueling seminars instead of partying all their last year.
But Slavery 400 was not a seminar. It was a practicum. Students who were accepted into Slavery 400 would spend the semester as slaves. The course was worth fifteen credits. Even non-political science majors rushed to apply. There were more applicants than places, so, after the first semester, the political science professor successfully got the board to increase the allotted class size.
The political science professor had to abide by the college's ethical guidelines. None of her students were required to have sex as part of Slavery 400, and they were kept in human conditions (shelter, adequate food, medical attention if necessary) throughout the course.
That being said, Slavery 400 was still...well, slavery. Students who passed the political science professor's stringent interview were required to show up a week before regular classes began for that semester, at three AM on a Saturday morning, at an annex building the college gave to the political science professor specifically for Slavery 400.
The first thing that happened to them when they showed up was the political science professor ordering them to strip completely naked and place all their clothes in the boxes before them. Many of the students felt the first bite of their new reality as the air, kept deliberately uncomfortably cool (but not unhealthily cold) by the professor, cruelly caressed every inch of their bare flesh, save for the soles of their bare feet, which felt the cold of the hard floor. Almost all of the students gasped at the harshness of their new reality when the professor and her teaching assistants closed the boxes that contained their clothes...at which point each student saw that the box top had "To Be Returned At the End of the Semester."
Some students, gasped, some students sobbed, some students winced, some students did not react visibly at all as the professor and her teaching assistants searched their cavities. By the time leather collars were placed around their necks, shackles pinning their wrists behind their backs, other shackles binding them all into one long human centipede, most students were emotionally stunned.
The Slavery 400 practicum students spent the days of that semester cleaning the faculty lounge building. They spent many of the evenings of that semester as living but silent objets d'art in the alumni building, either bound spreadeagled to a Saint Andrew's Cross-like X wooden structure, with the soles of their feet placed on the ground so that they would not be crucified and in pain, or several in a large display cage. They spent their night in the massive open basement of the annex, where there were no beds but, rather several large mattresses. The temperature was cool, so the students figured on huddling together for warmth on the first night of the semester. By the last night of the semester, what had begun as the biological necessity of huddling together for warmth had turned the entire practicum into a collection of well-experienced lesbians.
An enterprising professor of political science at an all-female college had an inspired initiative. She taught third world politics, but she felt that lectures, seminars and papers just could not convey to these first world female students what it truly meant to be a slave.
So, the political science professor proposed her idea to the board which, surprisingly, approved.
Her idea was for this new course, Slavery 400. She made it a 400-level course for a purpose. She did not want the younger, more naive students, only the more dedicated ones, the ones mentally tough enough to take grueling seminars instead of partying all their last year.
But Slavery 400 was not a seminar. It was a practicum. Students who were accepted into Slavery 400 would spend the semester as slaves. The course was worth fifteen credits. Even non-political science majors rushed to apply. There were more applicants than places, so, after the first semester, the political science professor successfully got the board to increase the allotted class size.
The political science professor had to abide by the college's ethical guidelines. None of her students were required to have sex as part of Slavery 400, and they were kept in human conditions (shelter, adequate food, medical attention if necessary) throughout the course.
That being said, Slavery 400 was still...well, slavery. Students who passed the political science professor's stringent interview were required to show up a week before regular classes began for that semester, at three AM on a Saturday morning, at an annex building the college gave to the political science professor specifically for Slavery 400.
The first thing that happened to them when they showed up was the political science professor ordering them to strip completely naked and place all their clothes in the boxes before them. Many of the students felt the first bite of their new reality as the air, kept deliberately uncomfortably cool (but not unhealthily cold) by the professor, cruelly caressed every inch of their bare flesh, save for the soles of their bare feet, which felt the cold of the hard floor. Almost all of the students gasped at the harshness of their new reality when the professor and her teaching assistants closed the boxes that contained their clothes...at which point each student saw that the box top had "To Be Returned At the End of the Semester."
Some students, gasped, some students sobbed, some students winced, some students did not react visibly at all as the professor and her teaching assistants searched their cavities. By the time leather collars were placed around their necks, shackles pinning their wrists behind their backs, other shackles binding them all into one long human centipede, most students were emotionally stunned.
The Slavery 400 practicum students spent the days of that semester cleaning the faculty lounge building. They spent many of the evenings of that semester as living but silent objets d'art in the alumni building, either bound spreadeagled to a Saint Andrew's Cross-like X wooden structure, with the soles of their feet placed on the ground so that they would not be crucified and in pain, or several in a large display cage. They spent their night in the massive open basement of the annex, where there were no beds but, rather several large mattresses. The temperature was cool, so the students figured on huddling together for warmth on the first night of the semester. By the last night of the semester, what had begun as the biological necessity of huddling together for warmth had turned the entire practicum into a collection of well-experienced lesbians.
Nice story especially the huddle in the basement..... All unruly slaves ought to be kept naked in the basement without cover.
They look well trained to me bb.
Here's a new batch that need training.
Actually not all that different from being in a university rowing club - turning up before the crack of dawn in winter, stripping down, forced to carry your instrument of torture out into the open air then being locked into it, subjected to forced labour while being yelled at by a sadistic coach... (and plenty of opportunity to become an experienced lesbian too
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All slaves are unruly if they aren't disciplined from the start, so don't wait till they ask for it!
They are fine enough specimens, but they seem apathetic. You're right. A bit of training should spruce them up.
Not good to have been on the losing side
KvK
Tribune
True...but can you get 15 credits for being in the rowing club?Actually not all that different from being in a university rowing club - turning up before the crack of dawn in winter, stripping down, forced to carry your instrument of torture out into the open air then being locked into it, subjected to forced labour while being yelled at by a sadistic coach... (and plenty of opportunity to become an experienced lesbian too
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