Slaves through the Ages incorporating Lifeinbondage
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As an enthusiastic slave-owner, there is nothing I enjoy more than visiting the slave-market and I do so whenever I have spare time from my many business appointments.
What is it about the slave-market that attracts me?
I suppose it is the sights, the sounds and the smells that gain my sadistic interest. The slave-market is almost primeval with all the naked slaves incarcerated in the pens and the sight of them always arouses my lust. Some are new slaves, as yet not wearing an owner's brand, and unmarked by the lash while others have obviously been slaves for some time with their whip lashed bodies and muscles made hard by unremitting, hard labour. So the sight of these beasts caged like the animals they are is one I enjoy as I slowly stroll from pen to pen looking for possible slaves to buy. And I also enjoy hearing the rattling of their chains as they move listlessly around the confines of their prison. And like all animals, slaves has their own distinctive smell. One my plantations, I am aware that the stables were I keep my thoroughbred horses have a different smell to the cattle barns or the hog-pens. And so it is with slaves - they have their own distinctive stink of unwashed bodies, sweat and raw fear.
I well remember the day I bought this slave. As I cast my eyes over the livestock locked in the pens, I was unimpressed with what was on offer as most were brutish beasts best suited to work in the fields of my plantations or in my mines and quarries. None of them appealed to me until I spied this young slave cowering in a corner at the rear of the pen. From his demeanour, it was obvious he'd only been recently enslaved and he interested me. I asked an overseer to fetch him from the pen for my closer inspection.
As the trembling slave stood before me with downcast eyes, I noted the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the nervous fluttering of his belly muscles. His cock hung limp and his balls were drawn up close to his body. I reached out and touched the slave's chest and he began to tremble like a nervous colt. I shushed him to calm him down and when he realised I meant him no harm, he began to relax allowing me to explore his body in more detail. I paid particular attention to the deep indent of his belly button as I like my slaves to have deep navels and not protruding ones.
My eager hands roamed freely over his body judging its strengths and weaknesses. I gauged the hardness of his muscles, weighed his balls in the cup of my hand and as I played with his cock, he had an erection of which I strongly disapproved, Should I buy him, the slave will be soundly whipped for his audacity!
I slapped the slave's face and ordered him to open his mouth so that I could inspect the condition of his teeth and the health of his tongue both of which were in excellent condition. I have learnt over the years that if a slave has a sound mouth and asshole then his digestive system is in good working order and he is a healthy slave.
Finally, I ordered the slave to "bend and spread". Clearly, he didn't know what I meant and as he hesitated, it became necessary for me to order an overseer to whip him into position. The whipping was only light but the slave still yelped with pain as he assumed the position. When I ordered him to part his ass-cheeks so that I could inspect his ass, he never hesitated and although it was obvious he didn't like my probing finger, he quietly submitted. For a slave the whip is a both a good teacher and a motivator and this slave was quick to learn.
Having passed my inspection, I bought the slave and as you can see he is now classified as beast-of burden, #634 and I use him as a heavy duty slave on one of my plantations who has felt the cruel bite of the whip many, many times.
But that is the lot of all my slaves - to work hard and to suffer under the whip!
Don Pedro de Gonsalve.
This was written in collaboration with Royalty Alter Ego and slave #634 was extracted from a larger of his works for the purpose of this story. I simply supplied the words.
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As an enthusiastic slave-owner, there is nothing I enjoy more than visiting the slave-market and I do so whenever I have spare time from my many business appointments.
What is it about the slave-market that attracts me?
I suppose it is the sights, the sounds and the smells that gain my sadistic interest. The slave-market is almost primeval with all the naked slaves incarcerated in the pens and the sight of them always arouses my lust. Some are new slaves, as yet not wearing an owner's brand, and unmarked by the lash while others have obviously been slaves for some time with their whip lashed bodies and muscles made hard by unremitting, hard labour. So the sight of these beasts caged like the animals they are is one I enjoy as I slowly stroll from pen to pen looking for possible slaves to buy. And I also enjoy hearing the rattling of their chains as they move listlessly around the confines of their prison. And like all animals, slaves has their own distinctive smell. One my plantations, I am aware that the stables were I keep my thoroughbred horses have a different smell to the cattle barns or the hog-pens. And so it is with slaves - they have their own distinctive stink of unwashed bodies, sweat and raw fear.
I well remember the day I bought this slave. As I cast my eyes over the livestock locked in the pens, I was unimpressed with what was on offer as most were brutish beasts best suited to work in the fields of my plantations or in my mines and quarries. None of them appealed to me until I spied this young slave cowering in a corner at the rear of the pen. From his demeanour, it was obvious he'd only been recently enslaved and he interested me. I asked an overseer to fetch him from the pen for my closer inspection.
As the trembling slave stood before me with downcast eyes, I noted the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the nervous fluttering of his belly muscles. His cock hung limp and his balls were drawn up close to his body. I reached out and touched the slave's chest and he began to tremble like a nervous colt. I shushed him to calm him down and when he realised I meant him no harm, he began to relax allowing me to explore his body in more detail. I paid particular attention to the deep indent of his belly button as I like my slaves to have deep navels and not protruding ones.
My eager hands roamed freely over his body judging its strengths and weaknesses. I gauged the hardness of his muscles, weighed his balls in the cup of my hand and as I played with his cock, he had an erection of which I strongly disapproved, Should I buy him, the slave will be soundly whipped for his audacity!
I slapped the slave's face and ordered him to open his mouth so that I could inspect the condition of his teeth and the health of his tongue both of which were in excellent condition. I have learnt over the years that if a slave has a sound mouth and asshole then his digestive system is in good working order and he is a healthy slave.
Finally, I ordered the slave to "bend and spread". Clearly, he didn't know what I meant and as he hesitated, it became necessary for me to order an overseer to whip him into position. The whipping was only light but the slave still yelped with pain as he assumed the position. When I ordered him to part his ass-cheeks so that I could inspect his ass, he never hesitated and although it was obvious he didn't like my probing finger, he quietly submitted. For a slave the whip is a both a good teacher and a motivator and this slave was quick to learn.
Having passed my inspection, I bought the slave and as you can see he is now classified as beast-of burden, #634 and I use him as a heavy duty slave on one of my plantations who has felt the cruel bite of the whip many, many times.
But that is the lot of all my slaves - to work hard and to suffer under the whip!
Don Pedro de Gonsalve.
This was written in collaboration with Royalty Alter Ego and slave #634 was extracted from a larger of his works for the purpose of this story. I simply supplied the words.