Slaves through the Ages incorporating Lifeinbondage
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To lose one's freedom and become a slave is devastating; to be sold as a naked slave at public auction is both humiliating and soul-destroying and i have experienced both. How can i put into words that you can understand, the shame i felt as i was displayed naked - just like lot 34 - before the buyers while the auctioneer extolled my virtues in the most elaborate language.
He used his hands to great effect as they roamed at will over my nakedness drawing the buyers' attention to my most saleable features. i felt the humiliation of having him praising my musculature and i struggled futilely in my bonds when he hefted my balls and stroked my cock forcing me to have an unwanted erection. i turned scarlet as he loudly slapped my ass to emphasise its power telling the buyers - "gentlemen, this slave has the ass of a true working beast!"
For a slave being sold, the auction-block is the loneliest place on earth. For a few brief minutes, you stand at the centre of everyone's attention and all eyes are on you as they roam over your nakedness, assessing the strengths and weaknesses of your body and determining if they will bid for you. As i stood on the auction-block, my mind was a maelstrom of emotions. I thought back to my past life as a free man, my family and friends and the future that had held so much promise for me. Sadly, these are lost to me forever for now i am a slave.
With the benefit of hindsight, i regret that i hadn't gone with my parents on vacation to Europe - as they'd wished - instead opting to tour South America as a lone backpacker. With the brashness of youth, i never considered the dangers of doing so until, too late and i was taken captive by an impoverished farmer anxious earn a few extra pesos to provide for his large family. I'd been hiking through a remote valley and had stopped at his home and requested permission to draw water from his well. Soon the farmer and his two teenaged sons overpowered me and then i as traded on to a slaver from"Tierra de los esclavos" where i was sold into slavery. How very different is my life is now from the future one i'd planned as a corporate lawyer. Instead of the cut and thrust of the business world, i now labour under the whip as a naked beast-of-burden on my Master's plantation.
When it was my turn to mount the auction-block, i stood trembling with fear as the auctioneer extolled my physical virtues and my youth both of which, as he said, made me eminently suited to many years of productive, hard labour and much profit to my eventual owner.
My mind was in shock and i was impervious to the loud, frenetic shouting of the buyers as they bid for me. After what seemed an eternity, i heard the auctioneer's fateful words which sealed my fate.
"Sold! Lot 35 has been sold to Don Pedro de Gonsalve! Congratulations, Don Pedro, you have bought well and this young slave will return your investment in him many times over. Indeed, he is a fine slave, Don Pedro".
i had stepped up onto the auction-block as an unsold object and i stepped down as an owned property. my new Master - he must be a very wealthy man - purchased nineteen other slaves that day and we were given into the care of his chief overseer who tied us into a coffle and delivered us to the finca which for the foreseeable future would be my home.
slave #519
This was written in co-operation with Royalty Alter Ego and slave #034 was extracted from a larger image by another that He had posted to his blog. Therefore it isn't an example of his artwork. I used it because i wanted to illustrate a slave auction in the context of the story. However, the text is mine.
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La tierra de los esclavos
The story of slave#519 (Part 2)
To lose one's freedom and become a slave is devastating; to be sold as a naked slave at public auction is both humiliating and soul-destroying and i have experienced both. How can i put into words that you can understand, the shame i felt as i was displayed naked - just like lot 34 - before the buyers while the auctioneer extolled my virtues in the most elaborate language.
He used his hands to great effect as they roamed at will over my nakedness drawing the buyers' attention to my most saleable features. i felt the humiliation of having him praising my musculature and i struggled futilely in my bonds when he hefted my balls and stroked my cock forcing me to have an unwanted erection. i turned scarlet as he loudly slapped my ass to emphasise its power telling the buyers - "gentlemen, this slave has the ass of a true working beast!"
For a slave being sold, the auction-block is the loneliest place on earth. For a few brief minutes, you stand at the centre of everyone's attention and all eyes are on you as they roam over your nakedness, assessing the strengths and weaknesses of your body and determining if they will bid for you. As i stood on the auction-block, my mind was a maelstrom of emotions. I thought back to my past life as a free man, my family and friends and the future that had held so much promise for me. Sadly, these are lost to me forever for now i am a slave.
With the benefit of hindsight, i regret that i hadn't gone with my parents on vacation to Europe - as they'd wished - instead opting to tour South America as a lone backpacker. With the brashness of youth, i never considered the dangers of doing so until, too late and i was taken captive by an impoverished farmer anxious earn a few extra pesos to provide for his large family. I'd been hiking through a remote valley and had stopped at his home and requested permission to draw water from his well. Soon the farmer and his two teenaged sons overpowered me and then i as traded on to a slaver from "Tierra de los esclavos" where i was sold into slavery. How very different is my life is now from the future one i'd planned as a corporate lawyer. Instead of the cut and thrust of the business world, i now labour under the whip as a naked beast-of-burden on my Master's plantation.
When it was my turn to mount the auction-block, i stood trembling with fear as the auctioneer extolled my physical virtues and my youth both of which, as he said, made me eminently suited to many years of productive, hard labour and much profit to my eventual owner.
My mind was in shock and i was impervious to the loud, frenetic shouting of the buyers as they bid for me. After what seemed an eternity, i heard the auctioneer's fateful words which sealed my fate.
"Sold! Lot 35 has been sold to Don Pedro de Gonsalve! Congratulations, Don Pedro, you have bought well and this young slave will return your investment in him many times over. Indeed, he is a fine slave, Don Pedro".
i had stepped up onto the auction-block as an unsold object and i stepped down as an owned property. my new Master - he must be a very wealthy man - purchased nineteen other slaves that day and we were given into the care of his chief overseer who tied us into a coffle and delivered us to the finca which for the foreseeable future would be my home.
slave #519
This was written in co-operation with Royalty Alter Ego and slave #034 was extracted from a larger image by another that He had posted to his blog. Therefore it isn't an example of his artwork. I used it because i wanted to illustrate a slave auction in the context of the story. However, the text is mine.