Exciting trib 2

excitind trib to Las Slaves – Africania city with legal slavery – continued

The slave service included blowing and licking, but there were only two of them. Then we saw an elderly slave girl in the street, her emaciated body destroyed, trying to get on all fours and kiss and lick the owner’s shoes. In turn, in some fury, he mercilessly hit her with a wooden stick. When she was kneeling I noticed that she had no cunt! This means that there was a pee tube sticking out and her cunt was permanently sewn shut. After each blow of the stick, a blue stripe appeared on his body. We hikers couldn’t get out, but we could order the driver to find out what the sight was all about. When the driver got out, it turned out that he was sitting on a hard seat with a huge dildo sticking out, which he had to have up his ass to be able to sit down. Moreover, he had the number 0155 burned on one buttock and the owner’s initials on the other. He walked up to the torturer, knelt down in front of him and they talked for a while. When he returned, he gave the information to the slave attendant, who explained that this old whore had a permanent catheter, her cunt was completely sewn up and overgrown, and her clitoris was amputated. She forgot to put the cap on the catheter and while going out with Mr. Owner, her urine leaked onto Mr. Owner’s legs. The effect of our curiosity was that he waved at us, smiled and stopped torturing his whore-slave. We slowly moved on, of course the driver groaned in pain when he had to sit with his ass on the huge cock again. In fact, every bit we could see a female slave, all of them distinguished by their complete nudity and lack of hair. Each of them was more or less marked with traces of beatings. The ladies were talking to each other, sometimes in groups, and their naked slaves were kneeling with their faces on the ground, waiting with their asses sticking out. If in the meantime they were not lashing out, they knelt quietly and it was probably a form of rest for them. When their owners stopped, they took off heavy bundles, probably with shopping. We also saw a slave carrying large packages on his back, but his cock was about a foot and a half long, flabby, thin, basically skin. And yet he had a cock head pierced by a ring for centuries, there was a chain on the ring, and at the end of the chain he had to drag a concrete block weighing several pounds on the ground. So the length of his cock was due to the stretching caused by the weight being pulled. We also passed by the Mayor’s stables, where several male and female slaves masturbated the stallions, then offered their asses or cunts to the stallions for fucking. Their huge horse penises went smoothly into their ruined cunts and asses, but we could still hear them howling in pain. At almost every street intersection and in front of almost every private property there were stocks, closed boards for heads and arms, sometimes also for legs, and every tenth was in use. That is, there were chained slaves and slave girls standing there with their asses, cunts and mouths out for any use by any free passer-by-citizen, but also, surprisingly, by other slaves as well! The slave service included blowing and licking, but there were only two of them. Then we saw an elderly slave girl in the street, her emaciated body destroyed, trying to get on all fours and kiss and lick the owner’s shoes. In turn, in some fury, he mercilessly hit her with a wooden stick. When she was kneeling I noticed that she had no cunt! This means that there was a pee tube sticking out and her cunt was permanently sewn shut. After each blow of the stick, a blue stripe appeared on his body. We hikers couldn’t get out, but we could order the driver to find out what the sight was all about. When the driver got out, it turned out that he was sitting on a hard seat with a huge dildo sticking out, which he had to have up his ass to be able to sit down. Moreover, he had the number 0155 burned on one buttock and the owner’s initials on the other. He walked up to the torturer, knelt down in front of him and they talked for a while. When he returned, he gave the information to the slave attendant, who explained that this old whore had a permanent catheter, her cunt was completely sewn up and overgrown, and her clitoris was amputated. She forgot to put the cap on the catheter and while going out with Mr. Owner, her urine leaked onto Mr. Owner’s legs. The effect of our curiosity was that he waved at us, smiled and stopped torturing his whore-slave. We slowly moved on, of course the driver groaned in pain when he had to sit with his ass on the huge cock again. In fact, every bit we could see a female slave, all of them distinguished by their complete nudity and lack of hair. Each of them was more or less marked with traces of beatings. The ladies and gentleman were talking to each other, sometimes in groups, and their naked slaves were kneeling with their faces on the ground, waiting with their asses sticking out. If in the meantime they were not lashing out, they knelt quietly and it was probably a form of rest for them. When their owners stopped, they took off heavy bundles, probably with shopping. We also saw a slave carrying huge packages on his back, but he had a dick but the cock was about a foot and a half long, flabby, thin, basically skin. And yet he had a cock head pierced by a ring for centuries, there was a chain on the ring, and at the end of the chain he had to drag a concrete block weighing several pounds on the ground. So the length of his cock was due to the stretching caused by the weight being pulled. We also passed by the Mayor’s stables, where several male and female slaves masturbated the stallions, then offered their asses or cunts to the stallions for fucking. Their huge horse penises went smoothly into their ruined cunts and asses, but we could still hear them howling in pain. At almost every street intersection and in front of almost every private property there were stocks, closed boards for heads and arms, sometimes also for legs, and every tenth was in use. That is, there were chained slaves and slave girls standing there with their asses, cunts and mouths out for any use by any free passer-by-citizen, but also, surprisingly, by other slaves as well! Then we passed a square fenced with barbed wire, where gladiators, as they were called, trained. The Slave Olympics were held every year in Las Slaves. The “dry” season was approaching, so the Games should be held in a few months, which of course attracted crowds of tourists and spectators. And not to mention huge money. I won’t say when because I’m not very interested in sports. Gladiators and gladiators, of course slaves, apart from their common appearance, i.e. the lack of any hair, also had steel rings at their waists, each with several welded rings where they could attach, for example, their own limbs or that of another gladiator. For example, there was a discipline with the ancient name kikboxing. Both male and female players had steel bands on their wrists attached to earrings. The fight was fought with kicks in heavy leather boots with steel toes. The fights were bet on with bookmakers and there was quite a lot of money involved, just like in any other discipline. The winner of the final was rewarded for a whole year without beatings or torture, so the fights were really fierce. The loser was sent to hard labor camps, in mines, quarries, to the uninhabited continents of Ark in the far north and Ant in the south, where raw materials were mined, factories were burdensome, and there was also eternal winter. In such camps, regardless of location, slaves usually did not survive longer than one year. 20 hours of work, 4 hours of “relative” rest and constant beatings, gang rapes and torture. There were also other interesting sports, for example swimming, but not at a distance, slaves had rings in their cocks and slaves had rings in their clits (10 feet for youngsters and 20 feet for seniors) with elastic rubber ropes, and they floated in the pool for ten minutes to stretch the rubber bands as much as possible. . The winner was the one who managed to stretch it the most. There were also boxers, they did not use gloves, they fought with their bare fists, but they were handcuffed in pairs. They could hit with their fists, elbows, heads, scratch and bite. In each such discipline, the winner was the one whose opponent could not get up from the ground. They didn’t kill themselves because it would be a waste, the future labor force was sent later. There were also no less exciting competitions for free citizens. There was Dart where they threw darts aiming at the nipples, clitorises, or the heads of the shield slaves’ cocks. There were equestrian competitions in which specially trained slaves played the role of horses, and there were chariot competitions that were pulled by teams of slaves. We passed the gladiator training arena and were taken to the first sightseeing place – the Museum of Pain. The exhibition included either ancient torture tools excavated by archaeologists or tools – machines recreated on the basis of archival records. There were also modern tools for punishing or inflicting pain. The objects on which the use of these tools were demonstrated were living slaves. Immediately upon entering, an ancient punishment, the ritual of impaling, was shown. It was a wooden peg about 3 inches in diameter, sharply carved, onto which slaves of both sexes hanging by their hands were slowly lowered, placing the peg in the cunt or ass. In ancient times, the tortured person was simply left for a few days until he died in terrible agony. The operation was demonstrated in the Museum for several minutes after the perpetrator was removed, and the next round of visitors watched the re-loading. Nevertheless, the pain and suffering was inhumane, so the slaves were gagged so that viewers could listen to the explanations. Then there were a dozen or so whipping posts where all kinds of flogging tools were displayed, of course on live slaves. The more interesting ones were rods made of thorny rose shoots, a whip made of chains, and a whip called a sjambog, made of rhinoceros skin, which cut the victim’s skin with one blow. Next, there was a live presentation of the branding of new slaves. The new ones were girls and boys who turned 10 and became full-fledged slaves. They waited in line, some begging for mercy, others crying, and then at each turn of visitors one was taken out, tied above and below the hips, after which the Master of Ceremonies gave them a sort of slave oath to read where they declared that they would be absolutely obedient, and then the Master he would take a red-hot iron with the Las Slaves logo from the fireplace and burn a brand on one buttock and the slave’s registration number on the other. The wealthier owners had catalogs with hundreds of slaves. Next was the tattoo parlor. Slaves sentenced to tattoos for minor violations of regulations or duties stood in large cages. One or one of them was taken out from the visitors and Yakuza hand tattoo masters brought from Chinasia created elaborate, insulting inscriptions, insults, registration numbers and sometimes owners’ names on the bodies of their victims. When we entered, a petite girl (but she had to be at least 10 years old) was being let out of the table with a large black sign reading “whore” on her forehead. She had conection a ring in her nose and a ring in her tongue, she was obviously screaming, so she was taken back to the whipping room. Next was “The Iron Lady.” It was an authentic monument! Of course, when preserved, it was still used for torture. It was a carved box with a lid, in the shape of a man, but inside there were countless sharp metal rods. It was so tight that the victim had to feel the thorns piercing his body from all sides. A slave girl who probably had several dozen wounds from thorns had just been released. Next was a rather tall slave who could be expected to have more wounds. Next was the section of modern artificial cocks, all kinds of vibrators and tools for ruining, tearing and stretching all holes in the body. There were also electro-shock collars, remote-controlled collars and vibrators with needles popping out inside. I was most interested in the vibrator that connected everything. The slave on whom it was demonstrated was constantly shaken by a paroxysm of pain and orgasms and was about to faint from exhaustion. The vibrator gave her electric shocks, it vibrated at a variable speed, needles emerged from it even though it looked like it was made of sharp stones. Outside the exhausted slave’s reach lay a remote control, anyone could inflict any kind of pain on her. I turned on the maximum vibration and you could see her cunt being shaken so hard that her entire lower abdomen was vibrating. She fainted, but a slave nurse immediately came to her, gave her an injection that immediately made her conscious, and the agony continued. In total, we spent several hours in the museum, and when leaving, visitors wiped sperm from their cocks and dripping cunts. I ejaculated a few times too. The next point of the trip was lunch at an exquisite restaurant, of course operated by slaves. The food was delicious, not to mention outstanding! The waiters and waitresses (everyone could order whatever they wanted) had pierced genitals and rings attached to their ankles with solid rubber bands, and when moving between tables they had to suffer from stretched cocks and cunt lips. Additionally, they all had rubber bands attached to their nipples and then to their earrings. This resulted in them having approximately 2 inch nipples, women and men. The society had great fun by shoving bottles of drinks, forks, knives up their asses and cunts, or, for example, women masturbated the slaves, which caused additional suffering. If any of the diners made any comment regarding the meals or the behavior of the staff, the owner of the restaurant immediately appeared and several solid lashes were usually delivered to the victim’s back.
To be continued.
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