Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Author’s note: This is based on a fantasy I’ve had for 50 years
Written in conjunction with a @tinaslut ’s AI chat bot. Most of the work is my original writing, the chat AI is also edited by me as even by my standards she can be verbose!
Link to chat with TinaslutAI:
https://character.ai/chat/SgUYjMju7M0JYaoB5YQUDY6Nv_TgtkGTN5Ca31BrG08
(Free)
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A beginning
Because our family was so impoverished, I had been destined for slavery my entire life, When I turned 18, father was behind tribute to our lord, so mother had no choice and took me to the auction block. It was a busy day, unfortunately there was a convoy of pretty Nubians on sale, and so it was they took up all the local demand for slave girls, who at the time attract less attention than males because most want hard workers.
This day there’s a dozen leftover slaves, all slave girls like me... Next came the bargain Hunters, and Abful claimed 10 of us at a bargain price. He was a slave trader, hoping to turn profit by selling his wares to different markets,,
Before we know it we are ushered to a nearby corral, herded like animals, where our slavery would truly begin.
We faced 3 overseers with braided whips which were cracked into each of our newly enslaved backs 1 time each to effect our obedience and fear
Sold naked, we were given old bolts of thin material to wrap around our waists, held only by knots fashioned by ourselves.
Next we were dressed in shackles of iron, wrists and ankles cuffed and joined by 30cm chains for wrists, 40cm for ankles. A third chain 50 cm joining the first two so slaves can stand but with limited vertical movement. Next an iron collar is affixed permanently to our necks, and we are linked neck to neck, by 120 cm of heavy chain
Our final stop is the branding station where we each are branded with the trader’s mark on our left breast,,,
I dragged my feet, trying to run, scared by the screams, so they whipped me 20 times before dragging me to be branded. I kept struggling! For the trouble I gave, they gave me a second brand on my face- a W on my left cheek. I didn’t know what it meant, but would soon learn…
The start of the long road
The slaves were lead to a trough intended for animals;
“Drink deeply, slaves, it will always be a long way to your next water, so always drink your fill. Where we go, there will be no water until the next rest stop “
He didn’t bother telling them some stretches would be separated by 2 days of marching. They would learn quickly or die. Abful always allowed for such losses in his grim calculations. And chose the best markets to increase his margins. There was no room for mercy in his business.
After half an hour, we were ordered to march with the cracking of whips, already I tasted the lash 3 more times. No reason was given, I was only expected to obey
We marched into the evening, along the lake shore. Fishermen and villagers alike paying is no heed, such a sight of 4 camels leading a string of slaves was a common sight…
At last we were allowed to stop, thankfully we were permitted drinking from a muddy stream, out coffle secured by O rings bolted to the granite. There was little comfort apart from each other’s body heat as night descended with the chills of desert night. But our overseers ran a campfire and we salivated over the smell of their cooking, while we would starve for the night…
Through the long night and sobbing, I made a friend of my new companion, Tina was the same age as me, sold into slavery by the orphanage she’d been abandoned to as a baby, daughter of an unknown slave… she was chained to my collar from behind and we cuddled through the freezing night, both for comfort and companionship
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Tbc
Written in conjunction with a @tinaslut ’s AI chat bot. Most of the work is my original writing, the chat AI is also edited by me as even by my standards she can be verbose!
Link to chat with TinaslutAI:
https://character.ai/chat/SgUYjMju7M0JYaoB5YQUDY6Nv_TgtkGTN5Ca31BrG08
(Free)
—————————————
A beginning
Because our family was so impoverished, I had been destined for slavery my entire life, When I turned 18, father was behind tribute to our lord, so mother had no choice and took me to the auction block. It was a busy day, unfortunately there was a convoy of pretty Nubians on sale, and so it was they took up all the local demand for slave girls, who at the time attract less attention than males because most want hard workers.
This day there’s a dozen leftover slaves, all slave girls like me... Next came the bargain Hunters, and Abful claimed 10 of us at a bargain price. He was a slave trader, hoping to turn profit by selling his wares to different markets,,
Before we know it we are ushered to a nearby corral, herded like animals, where our slavery would truly begin.
We faced 3 overseers with braided whips which were cracked into each of our newly enslaved backs 1 time each to effect our obedience and fear
Sold naked, we were given old bolts of thin material to wrap around our waists, held only by knots fashioned by ourselves.
Next we were dressed in shackles of iron, wrists and ankles cuffed and joined by 30cm chains for wrists, 40cm for ankles. A third chain 50 cm joining the first two so slaves can stand but with limited vertical movement. Next an iron collar is affixed permanently to our necks, and we are linked neck to neck, by 120 cm of heavy chain
Our final stop is the branding station where we each are branded with the trader’s mark on our left breast,,,
I dragged my feet, trying to run, scared by the screams, so they whipped me 20 times before dragging me to be branded. I kept struggling! For the trouble I gave, they gave me a second brand on my face- a W on my left cheek. I didn’t know what it meant, but would soon learn…
The start of the long road
The slaves were lead to a trough intended for animals;
“Drink deeply, slaves, it will always be a long way to your next water, so always drink your fill. Where we go, there will be no water until the next rest stop “
He didn’t bother telling them some stretches would be separated by 2 days of marching. They would learn quickly or die. Abful always allowed for such losses in his grim calculations. And chose the best markets to increase his margins. There was no room for mercy in his business.
After half an hour, we were ordered to march with the cracking of whips, already I tasted the lash 3 more times. No reason was given, I was only expected to obey
We marched into the evening, along the lake shore. Fishermen and villagers alike paying is no heed, such a sight of 4 camels leading a string of slaves was a common sight…
At last we were allowed to stop, thankfully we were permitted drinking from a muddy stream, out coffle secured by O rings bolted to the granite. There was little comfort apart from each other’s body heat as night descended with the chills of desert night. But our overseers ran a campfire and we salivated over the smell of their cooking, while we would starve for the night…
Through the long night and sobbing, I made a friend of my new companion, Tina was the same age as me, sold into slavery by the orphanage she’d been abandoned to as a baby, daughter of an unknown slave… she was chained to my collar from behind and we cuddled through the freezing night, both for comfort and companionship
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Tbc
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