In a resurgent West Africa, the Latoundji family own a vast plantation which uses white male slaves as its labour force.
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The terrified slave, Shem kneels before his Mistress and begs her forgiveness for his carelessness. His pleas are met with an ominous silence and he knows he can expect no leniency and will be punished for his misdemeanor. No doubt, tomorrow he'll be sent to the punishment shed and beaten by a heavy-handed black overseer.
Shem hasn't always been a slave. Eighteen months ago, he was Riley O'Connor and living the life of a free Irishman. Riley was a superb if somewhat vain sportsman who liked spending time alone communing with Nature. Riley enjoyed jogging shirtless through isolated woods or sunbathing in the nude in some secluded spot while he masturbated far away from prying eyes. Unsuspecting, Riley had attracted the attention of a gang of illicit slavers who lifted him as he sunbaked naked on a fallen log and spirited him away to a West African slave-market in old Calabar City.
Because of his exceptional good looks and magnificent physique, Riley wasn't sold in the run-of-the-mill auctions; instead he was offered for sale at a special "ladies only" auction where he attracted the attention of Nombese Latoundji who promptly bought him - for an exorbitant sum - and took him to Aljanna Plantation where he now serves in her household as a naked table-slave in the dining-room and as her current favourite in her boudoir.
In the old days, it was considered men had unfulfilled sex drives that couldn't be completely satisfied by their wives and it was their custom to have sex with their slaves; either male or female as their proclivity dictated. Conversely, their womenfolk were considered to be sexually passive and the mores of the time dictated no genteel or refined lady would EVER has sex with a male slave - well not so that it was obvious to society.
In these more enlightened times of gender equality, it is now socially acceptable for both free men and women to use slaves for sex and Nombese, as a modern woman, does so with relish during her husband's long absences away on business trips. Her husband approves of this with two conditions; firstly she must never become pregnant to a whigga slave - the ultimate shame for a black woman - and secondly she is only ever to have sex with a slave and never a black man.
The rational for this is simple. Slaves aren't considered as human therefore a male slave isn't a man. Slaves, for the purpose of ownership and insurance, are legally classified as non-human who, because they can talk and have limited intellect, stand slightly above all other domestic animals. Therefore, a slave is seen as a nothing more than an living object and it is in order to use them for personal pleasure.
Shem is Nombese's current favourite and as he cringes trembling at her feet, he wonders for how much longer he will remain her bed-buck. Will he be flogged and sent to labour in the fields as a common field-slave? That prospect appalls him. Shem hates his slavery but is astute enough to know he'll never be free and that as one of Nombese's house-boys his slavery is so much easier than the miserable wretches labouring in the tropical heat under the black overseers' cruel whips.
Trembling with fear, Shem crawls to Nombese and kissing her feet, he pleads for mercy. Stony-faced, she ignores his tearful entreaties.No mercy is to be shown to him.
It is Jamil who breaks the silence as he asks his mother:
"What's the slave's punishment to be Mother?"
"Tomorrow, I'll have one of the overseers beat him." Nombese replies.
"Why wait? Strike while the crime is still fresh in the slave's mind. Whiggas aren't like black folk. Sure, they can talk and follow simple instructions but they lack concentration and they soon forget what you tell them. All the talking in the world doesn't matter. A whigga only learns through pain. Let me take him down into the cellar and I will string him up and have Mordecai, the major domo flog him."
Nombese hesitates: "I paid a small fortune for him and I don't want him permanently damaged. I don't want his skin broken."
"Mother,that's not a problem! We will make sure your pretty slave isn't damaged in any way but he will feel the pain and remember it in the future. He'll be a better whigga for it and serve you well. What do you say? Shall I arrange his punishment?"
"Oh very well!" Nombese replies. "He does deserve to be taught a lesson but as I said i don't want him scarred."
"Have no fear, Mother, he'll wear the punishment stripes for a few days but they will eventually fade and he'll be as good as new and a better slave for the experience. Whiggas fear the lash and learn from it."
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Aljanna Plantation
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The terrified slave, Shem kneels before his Mistress and begs her forgiveness for his carelessness. His pleas are met with an ominous silence and he knows he can expect no leniency and will be punished for his misdemeanor. No doubt, tomorrow he'll be sent to the punishment shed and beaten by a heavy-handed black overseer.
Shem hasn't always been a slave. Eighteen months ago, he was Riley O'Connor and living the life of a free Irishman. Riley was a superb if somewhat vain sportsman who liked spending time alone communing with Nature. Riley enjoyed jogging shirtless through isolated woods or sunbathing in the nude in some secluded spot while he masturbated far away from prying eyes. Unsuspecting, Riley had attracted the attention of a gang of illicit slavers who lifted him as he sunbaked naked on a fallen log and spirited him away to a West African slave-market in old Calabar City.
Because of his exceptional good looks and magnificent physique, Riley wasn't sold in the run-of-the-mill auctions; instead he was offered for sale at a special "ladies only" auction where he attracted the attention of Nombese Latoundji who promptly bought him - for an exorbitant sum - and took him to Aljanna Plantation where he now serves in her household as a naked table-slave in the dining-room and as her current favourite in her boudoir.
In the old days, it was considered men had unfulfilled sex drives that couldn't be completely satisfied by their wives and it was their custom to have sex with their slaves; either male or female as their proclivity dictated. Conversely, their womenfolk were considered to be sexually passive and the mores of the time dictated no genteel or refined lady would EVER has sex with a male slave - well not so that it was obvious to society.
In these more enlightened times of gender equality, it is now socially acceptable for both free men and women to use slaves for sex and Nombese, as a modern woman, does so with relish during her husband's long absences away on business trips. Her husband approves of this with two conditions; firstly she must never become pregnant to a whigga slave - the ultimate shame for a black woman - and secondly she is only ever to have sex with a slave and never a black man.
The rational for this is simple. Slaves aren't considered as human therefore a male slave isn't a man. Slaves, for the purpose of ownership and insurance, are legally classified as non-human who, because they can talk and have limited intellect, stand slightly above all other domestic animals. Therefore, a slave is seen as a nothing more than an living object and it is in order to use them for personal pleasure.
Shem is Nombese's current favourite and as he cringes trembling at her feet, he wonders for how much longer he will remain her bed-buck. Will he be flogged and sent to labour in the fields as a common field-slave? That prospect appalls him. Shem hates his slavery but is astute enough to know he'll never be free and that as one of Nombese's house-boys his slavery is so much easier than the miserable wretches labouring in the tropical heat under the black overseers' cruel whips.
Trembling with fear, Shem crawls to Nombese and kissing her feet, he pleads for mercy. Stony-faced, she ignores his tearful entreaties.No mercy is to be shown to him.
It is Jamil who breaks the silence as he asks his mother:
"What's the slave's punishment to be Mother?"
"Tomorrow, I'll have one of the overseers beat him." Nombese replies.
"Why wait? Strike while the crime is still fresh in the slave's mind. Whiggas aren't like black folk. Sure, they can talk and follow simple instructions but they lack concentration and they soon forget what you tell them. All the talking in the world doesn't matter. A whigga only learns through pain. Let me take him down into the cellar and I will string him up and have Mordecai, the major domo flog him."
Nombese hesitates: "I paid a small fortune for him and I don't want him permanently damaged. I don't want his skin broken."
"Mother,that's not a problem! We will make sure your pretty slave isn't damaged in any way but he will feel the pain and remember it in the future. He'll be a better whigga for it and serve you well. What do you say? Shall I arrange his punishment?"
"Oh very well!" Nombese replies. "He does deserve to be taught a lesson but as I said i don't want him scarred."
"Have no fear, Mother, he'll wear the punishment stripes for a few days but they will eventually fade and he'll be as good as new and a better slave for the experience. Whiggas fear the lash and learn from it."