New Google groups:

With the imminent closure of the Yahoo groups and the deletion of all past posts a vast library of slave stories is about to be lost. It's hard to say what impact this will have on aspiring writers; my guess is that some will give up and disappear.Those of us who have been writing for some time - in my case since 2009 - now face the difficult task of keeping our works in the public domain. 

My own group, Jean-Christophe Stories was set  up in 2011 by a friend, Donny Delk who currently serves as the administrator of the soon to be defunct Yahoo group, SlaveNow. Once more, Donny has come to the rescue and set up two new groups on Google; one for Randall Austin's stories and the second for my own. These will become the repository for our past stories and the sites for our new ones as they are written.

I thank Donny so much for his efforts on our behalf. He truly is a friend to all those who enjoy our genre.

The interesting thing about the new Google groups is that readers will be able to comment on the posts should they choose to do so. These will be moderated to maintain the integrity of the groups. You need to apply for membership of the groups and this can be done through the following links.

Randall Austin Stories

https://groups.google.com/g/randall-austin-stories  

Jean-Christophe Stories

https://groups.google.com/u/O/g/jean-christophe-stories

Chris

The Bounty-hunter and the runaway

Hope springs eternal and every slave dreams of freedom. However for a slave this is mostly a futile dream. Certainly slaves do attempt to escape but in the majority of cases, they are recaptured, returned to their owners and usually face dire consequences.

Why is this the situation?

The routes leading north to the slave-free states are heavily patrolled by bands of bounty-hunters - know to slaves as 'paddyrollers' - who make a living from capturing 'runaways' and returning them to their owners for a reward.

Here we see one such slave, who'd foolishly thought he could escape, being returned to his elderly Master.

Paddyroller: "Sir, I believe this is your property, is it not?"

Slave-owner: "Indeed, he is. He absconded a few days ago and I assumed he'd made good on is escape and I was out-of-pocket."

Paddyroller: "Sir, he very nearly did. We picked him up near the state border. A couple of hundred metres more and he would have been free."

Slave-owner: "Then, I am lucky you recaptured him."

Paddyroller: "I'm sorry Sir. The slave is a little worse for wear. When we picked him up, he wouldn't co-operate and tell us whose property he was and we had to beat it out of him. We did our best don't to damage him too much and eventually he did give us your name as his owner. The bruises will soon fade."

Slave-owner: "That's not a problem! Now that I have him back, a few bruises are the least of his problems. The whip will open up his back!"

Paddyroller: "Good to hear, Sir. That's the only way to deal with a runaway. A hard flogging is the best deterrent I know for preventing future attempts at escape. Sir, I mean no offence, but given your advanced years, are you capable of giving a hard whipping?"

Slave-owner: "No offence taken young man. You're right; my whipping arm isn't what it used to be and I will have to find a someone to punish the wretch."

Paddyroller: "Sir, for a small fee of one dollar a stroke, I can organise for one of our whip-masters to deliver the flogging. Also, I notice the slave is unbranded. In your own interests he should be. That is another service our firm offers and a simple branding is fifty dollars with a clean brand guaranteed."

Slave-owner: "I accept your offer. When can it be done?"

Paddyroller: "If it's convenient, I can organise both the branding and the whipping for tomorrow morning. Meantime, if you show me a secure place, I'll chain the slave securely overnight."

Slave-owner: "Excellent! And what do I owe you for the slave's return?"

Paddyroller: "Sir, our current rate for a 'runaway' is five percent of the slave's value."

Slave-owner: "That's most reasonable and better than a total loss if the slave had succeeded in escaping. I arrange payment for the slave's return plus fifty dollars for fifty strokes of the whip and fifty dollars for the branding. And i trust your man administering the whipping will lay on the whip with a heavy arm"

Paddyroller: "Have no fear there, Sir. The slave will feel every stroke and regret his decision to steal from his lawful owner by running away."

Slave-owner: "The I look forward to your return tomorrow morning."

Picture found at random on the internet. The text is mine.

The Audition:

Lured by the promise of a small part in a porn movie, this unsuspecting, young man was only to be pleased to "audition" in a lonely room in a seedy hotel well away from prying eyes.

Right on cue, he stripped  naked and happily flaunted his body before the cameras believing he was being assessed for a part in the new movie.

However, what he didn't know is that as he played to the camera he was  in fact, being offered for sale at a pandemic, online slave auction and that the men watching his every move weren't movie directors or producers but a group of extremely wealthy Arabs in the Middle-East. 

As he strutted his stuff and stroked his cock to erection, he did so believing he'd be chosen for the part. Even when a disembodied voice asked him to "turn and bend and spread", he didn't hesitate. After all, he was proud of his body and had nothing to hide.

The sight of his tight ,virgin pucker and low hanging balls sent the buyers into a bidding frenzy and eventually he was sold to a wealthy oil sheikh.

His audition had been successful and he'd gotten a part; however, not as a porn star as he'd hoped but rather as a "porn slave".

Already, he is crated and has been shipped out as air freight on his way to his new Master.

Picture found on the internet and origin unknown. However, the text is mine.

  

 A Work of Art:

The management team at Skank & Dreyfus, Purveyors of high-class slaves to the most discerning of buyers regard the body of a slave as a living "work of art" and we proudly promote our livestock as such.

We also believe purchasing a slave should be an erotic experience for our valued clientele and to that end, before our merchandise is offered for sale, all slaves undergo a rigorous training program to ensure they please all prospective purchasers. Our slaves are trained to respond positively to the inspections of their bodies thereby ensuring the buyer derives both enjoyment and satisfaction from his inspection of our livestock.

Before a slave is is placed on the viewing rostrum, great care is taken in preparing him for inspection. The slave is purged internally and denied food and water for twelve hours beforehand thus avoiding any unfortunate accidents caused by the slave's natural nervousness. Then, given that the slave is to be displayed totally naked, his body is scrubbed clean and groomed before it is coated in a light, non-greasy, pleasant, pine-scented body oil which highlights the slave's physique and musculature to perfection. Then, and only when our quality controller of merchandise is completely satisfied  the animal meets our high standards is it taken to the viewing room ready for your close, hands-on inspection. 

Once on the viewing platform, the slave is ready for your appraisal and we invite you - no we urge you - to subject it to a full hands-on scrutiny. Our slaves have been trained to submit to your inspections and to anticipate your every requirements. Instinctively, the slave knows what is expected of it and will pose or position its body without any prompting from you. Our slaves are literally "sell" themselves!

When you first place your hands on the slave's naked body, you'll quickly understand that this "work of art" isn't a cold, inanimate object carved out of marble or stone; rather it is a living organism pulsing with life. Let your fingertips feel the warm, satiny smoothness of the slave's skin as you gauge the strength of its hard, yet yielding, biceps. Place your hands on the powerful chest and feel the nervous rise and fall of its breathing and strong, steady beating of the heart. Use your fingers to tease the plumb nipples to needlepoint sharpness before you plane the palms of your hands over the ridged abdomen. Then, with the tip of your index finger probe the deep recess of the belly-button.

You, our valued clients are encouraged to go even further in your appraisal of any slave that interests you. Feel free to heft its pendulous balls to gauge their size, weight and potency and to arouse its cock into an erection. We ask, however, that you don't masturbate the slave or cause any disfiguring bruising or lacerations of the skin.

Finally, you should make the highlight of your inspection the examination of the slave's ass. As you part the buttocks, reach out and slowly tease the moist, puckering anal sphincter and feel the the slave's trembling response to your manipulations.

We trust dear customer, that an inspection of a Skank & Dreyfus slave proves to be a pleasurable experience and remember, should you decide the slave is not for you, there are others shackled to the podium ready for your attention.

Picture sourced from the internet. The text is mine.

 Destined for slavery:

Under the new world order where Blacks rule supreme, there is zero tolerance of crime among the now white minority.  For any white caught in the prosecution of a crime or a misdemeanour, the penalty is automatic and takes effect immediately; enslavement for life with no recourse to the courts. 

Rather than build prisons and having to contend with all the problems they bring to society, the lives of white offenders are given meaning and purpose by using them as slaves. 

Here we see a young, white male being arrested, stripped naked and taken into custody. Within the hour, he will be processed into his new slavery and evaluated. With his fine physique and muscular body, he'll be marked as being of "export quality" and within days, he will be shipped off to a slave-market in one of the resurgent West African countries. No doubt, his future will be to labour under the whips of a wealthy, African plantation owner.

Picture sourced from the internet and its origins unknown. The text is mine.

It's Sale Day!

"C'mon boy! It's sale day and time to get you ready for inspection. We need to purge you, shave your body and hose you down after which we'll coat you with display oil then collar and shackle you to the viewing rostrum ready for examination by the customers. By the way, you are Lot 7 so you'll mount the auction block about a third of the way through he auction. A well setup slave like you should sell well."

The new captive has spent the past week in his pen stripped naked, collared and alone with the dread thoughts of the awful future that awaits him. He knows he is to be sold as a slave and his greatest fear it will be to lecherous old man; this prospect fills him with horror. Finally, auction day has arrived and an overseer has attached a chain to his collar. Overcome with fear, he refuses to stand and futilely pulls back against the chain and seeks refuge on the floor of his prison.

As the overseer tugs the leash to get the reluctant slave to his feet, he looses patience and uncurls his whip. A cut across the ass should show the slave that his defiance won't be tolerated, especially when there are potential  buyers waiting for a "hands-on" examination of the goods on offer

Artwork by Theo Blaze whose works always delight me. The text is my interpretation of his picture.

 

These little piggies went to market:

For the purposes of insurance against loss or theft, slaves are quite rightly classified as livestock and the farmer makes no distinction between a slave or any other of his domestic farm animals. Slaves exist solely as beasts-of-burden to supply the muscle power to enrich their owners

The city-dweller is familiar with the glitzy slave-emporiums that deal exclusively with the buying and selling of slaves. However, in small, rural communities such places don't exist and the farmer must make do with the periodic market-days where farm produce and animals - including slaves - are sold at the municipal sale-yards.

 There, all livestock, cattle, horses, sheep, hogs, poultry and slaves are displayed and sold separately in adjacent pens. Usually, the animals are penned early in the morning where they are available for the farmers' inspections for several hours before being sold at auction.

These sale-yards are situated just out of town so that the dust raised as the animals move restlessly around their pens under the buyers' scrutiny, together with the unavoidable smell of their close confinement doesn't assail the town residents' nostrils. After all, the penning of so many animals over a number of hours can become  quite nauseous.

Unlike city dwellers, farmers are, of necessity, very thrifty and over the years they have learnt to minimise their costs and here we see a local carrier transporting a local farmer's consignment of surplus livestock to today's sale. Rather than use two trucks - one for the hogs and a second for the slaves - the wily farmer has opted to hire just one truck and to carry the slaves and hogs to market as one consignment thus halving his transportation costs.

The farmer is to be commended for his thriftiness in keeping his costs to a minimum which benefits all of us in lower prices at the supermarket.

You really need to look closely at the truck to distinguish the slaves from the hogs - surely a sign of a slave's true animal status.

Both slaves and hogs are heading to the same destination - the municipal sale-yards - but their fates couldn't be more different. No doubt, the final destination for the hogs is a bacon factory while for the slaves it will be unrelenting labour under the whip of a new master.

Picture found on the internet and source unknown. The text is mime.