Birth Rite Yea Right
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,560
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Kidnapped or is it slavenapped?
CHAPTER TWO: KIDNAPPED OR IS IT SLAVENAPPED?
I awoke in the back of a carriage and in chains and as I looked around I saw that I was not alone. A few men and women were chained and looked tired and worn out. I could share their pain.
“Where are we going?”
“To be sold. Again.” Answered a young woman with a baby in her arms that looked brand new. How can this be? I was freed! I was a free woman! “Have you never been sold before?”
“It’s just that I was freed just before I was knocked out and then I wake up here.“
“They don’t care. They are looking for a quick buck and what better way then to sell your own kind.” Snapped an elder man, not like an old man but like a man that in his forties.
“Oh hush! You will wake the baby!” The two bickered for a bit then the carriage came to a sudden stop. “We have arrived”
I never got to ask where we were because a bright light shone from the doors and two large figures shadowed by the sun prohibited me form seeing who they were. They roughly grabbed us and lined us up in front of a large crowd. I stood helplessly as people where bought and sold to the highest bidder. The woman with the child had the baby literally ripped from her arms as she was sold and the baby given to one of the guards and taken out of view. The crying stopped.
Then my turn came. I looked into the crowd and held my head high.
“I was freed!! I am a free woman!!”
“Not any more…100?” And the bidding began. 150, 200, 300, I lost track of the price but one person kept trying. Their paddle kept showing up. Number 32. Was I that desirable?
Before I knew it I was pulled off stage and a number was placed around my neck. 32. Thankfully my mother taught me how to read and helped me learn numbers. I was a literate slave. Some thing that if it were found out it would be bad news for me so I decided to keep I mouth shut. An elder man came over to me and paid the slave captors and took me and two other slaves to a cart. The two other slaves were young males and looked like they were to be sent to the fields.
Where would I end up next, I wondered. I have been sold three times in my life and freed once. Life started turning for the worse when I was ten. My mother had died and I was sold as a house slave for an elderly woman. Once she passed on when I was eleven I was sold to a man as a field worker and was there until I was thirteen. He went into dept and sold me to the husband and wife where I became a field worker and a sex slave for six years.
For what seemed like days I rode with the two young men. We talked and passed the time away. I found out their names were James and Jonathan and they were brothers. It was there first times as slaves and they asked me so many questions about what it is like. I told them it depended on the owner and for their sake I hope it was a nice one. Life is only tough when you are a slave. You are never treated as a human. Finally we arrived. When the doors opened, it was night.
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A/N would love some feedback on what you think
I awoke in the back of a carriage and in chains and as I looked around I saw that I was not alone. A few men and women were chained and looked tired and worn out. I could share their pain.
“Where are we going?”
“To be sold. Again.” Answered a young woman with a baby in her arms that looked brand new. How can this be? I was freed! I was a free woman! “Have you never been sold before?”
“It’s just that I was freed just before I was knocked out and then I wake up here.“
“They don’t care. They are looking for a quick buck and what better way then to sell your own kind.” Snapped an elder man, not like an old man but like a man that in his forties.
“Oh hush! You will wake the baby!” The two bickered for a bit then the carriage came to a sudden stop. “We have arrived”
I never got to ask where we were because a bright light shone from the doors and two large figures shadowed by the sun prohibited me form seeing who they were. They roughly grabbed us and lined us up in front of a large crowd. I stood helplessly as people where bought and sold to the highest bidder. The woman with the child had the baby literally ripped from her arms as she was sold and the baby given to one of the guards and taken out of view. The crying stopped.
Then my turn came. I looked into the crowd and held my head high.
“I was freed!! I am a free woman!!”
“Not any more…100?” And the bidding began. 150, 200, 300, I lost track of the price but one person kept trying. Their paddle kept showing up. Number 32. Was I that desirable?
Before I knew it I was pulled off stage and a number was placed around my neck. 32. Thankfully my mother taught me how to read and helped me learn numbers. I was a literate slave. Some thing that if it were found out it would be bad news for me so I decided to keep I mouth shut. An elder man came over to me and paid the slave captors and took me and two other slaves to a cart. The two other slaves were young males and looked like they were to be sent to the fields.
Where would I end up next, I wondered. I have been sold three times in my life and freed once. Life started turning for the worse when I was ten. My mother had died and I was sold as a house slave for an elderly woman. Once she passed on when I was eleven I was sold to a man as a field worker and was there until I was thirteen. He went into dept and sold me to the husband and wife where I became a field worker and a sex slave for six years.
For what seemed like days I rode with the two young men. We talked and passed the time away. I found out their names were James and Jonathan and they were brothers. It was there first times as slaves and they asked me so many questions about what it is like. I told them it depended on the owner and for their sake I hope it was a nice one. Life is only tough when you are a slave. You are never treated as a human. Finally we arrived. When the doors opened, it was night.
@#$%@^&$$#$%^%&%$^%#$%$^%$&^%*&$^%#$@%$^%&^$^$%#$%$%&^^$%#
A/N would love some feedback on what you think