Always fascinated by the concept of human slavery and how it worked. How was it own a human and see him/her as just a property. How was it to be owned, rightless by law, being bought and sold side by side to other animals. How was it to be part of a community where, by pure luck mostly, you might own every thing and live as a king without any effort, or you might own nothing even yourself
So Here I Imagine a world where slavery became legal again. I write some times as a master/mistress, sometimes as a slave and some times as just an observer. I will even share some posts of interest, and write some true historical excerpts about slavery.
Excuse my English, I am not a native speaker
P.S. It is pure fantasy
As slaves age, their prices plummet. Nobody wants to use hanging pieces of meat like this anymore. Many of these women have spent 40 years in the most absolute slavery. They forgot what it was to wear clothes and simply thought of themselves as ugly and inferior monsters, as instruments of pleasure.
That had been the case with this thing, which has no name, and which will end being sold at bargain price. Shits like that, anyway, they serve for torture brothels or to work savagely in the scorching sun in the fields 18 hours a day, under the whip, the sweat, the blood and the wounds. Until one day they collapse. Then they hit them with a hammer on the head and die. Then they leave the body to the vultures or they bury it.
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As slaves age, their prices plummet. Nobody wants to use hanging pieces of meat like this anymore. Many of these women have spent 40 years in the most absolute slavery. They forgot what it was to wear clothes and simply thought of themselves as ugly and inferior monsters, as instruments of pleasure.
That had been the case with this thing, which has no name, and which will end being sold at bargain price. Shits like that, anyway, they serve for torture brothels or to work savagely in the scorching sun in the fields 18 hours a day, under the whip, the sweat, the blood and the wounds. Until one day they collapse. Then they hit them with a hammer on the head and die. Then they leave the body to the vultures or they bury it.
Translated from @Jahabeglo