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life and death over them. He could even sell a daughter, wife or other female who was under his authority if she became fractious - or for any reason, even if only because he needed the money.
All women were thus de facto slaves even if they werenât actually registered as such. Of course those who were, were under even more constraint. They couldnât be on the streets without written authority and while nakedness was no longer actually required of them as it had been for prisoners under the previous arrangements, their dress (if they were permitted by their owner to wear clothing at all) was severely circumscribed. Any slave caught wearing normal clothes was automatically sentenced to a public flogging. A rag around their loins, a metal contraption covering their vagina, a steel mesh perhaps... these were considered as suitable; even a short skirt was not. The breasts were never covered.
For Angela, the new rules were particularly tragic. She had been due to be released in less than two months and was looking forward to the challenge the mayor had presented to her. All that was swept away in the furore that followed the womenâs abortive uprising. Five years was now the minimum sentence. Five years as a slave. All existing prisoners were converted to slaves by the stroke of a pen and any whose sentence was under the minimum had their dates of release altered accordingly. She now therefore had four years and two months to serve as a slave.
Her boss changed too. James was forced to resign as mayor the moment his wife was convicted. He slipped away into political obscurity and new elections were held to replace him. This happened all over the country of course as many politiciansâ wives, both state as well as municipal, had been involved in the conspiracy and during the election process, public sentiment against women was whipped up into even more anger and resentment.
All this the world watched with growing concern. As a result of Third World pressure over recent events in Africa and Oceania and in Asia, where the UN had tried to intervene, it had now been told to keep its nose out of national affairs and it was powerless to act but that didnât stop the international press from having a field day. Leaders however, simply ignored world opinion and went on with their business. That business was now to show women who was boss - and in no uncertain terms.
As slaves, women could of course be made to wear anything their owners desired, as long as it wasnât considered normal clothing, that is. As a result, a whole new industry sprang up overnight. Items crafted of highly polished leather, gleaming metal of various kinds and wood were manufactured in new factories and sold in âslave shopsâ around the cities. Harnesses of all kinds, slave collars made of leather and beaten metal, metal breast clamps (as long as they didnât cover the âuddersâ (as they came to be called) and anal and vaginal plugs were but a few of the items sold and of course whips, paddles and canes of multitudinous varieties figured largely in the displays. As the business of slavery developed, these shops later grew into full-scale slave dealerships with pens in the back to hold the merchandise. Gymnasia to train their bodies into more pleasing shape and even, in the classier establishments, mini-schools to train them in the domestic and sexual arts were also added.
Slavery was born again!
Angelaâs new boss was mayor Alex Brown. He was everything James Swift had not been: arrogant, dictatorial and impetuous, but he was also lecherous and sadistic with it. Not that these âqualitiesâ came out in the campaign. Oh no. He was a very handsome man, tall and well-built with straw-blond hair and a tanned face that smiled a lot. His blue eyes didnât (smile) although people didnât see that from a distance. He was a seasoned politician and knew exactly how to woo the voters. They fell for it and
All women were thus de facto slaves even if they werenât actually registered as such. Of course those who were, were under even more constraint. They couldnât be on the streets without written authority and while nakedness was no longer actually required of them as it had been for prisoners under the previous arrangements, their dress (if they were permitted by their owner to wear clothing at all) was severely circumscribed. Any slave caught wearing normal clothes was automatically sentenced to a public flogging. A rag around their loins, a metal contraption covering their vagina, a steel mesh perhaps... these were considered as suitable; even a short skirt was not. The breasts were never covered.
For Angela, the new rules were particularly tragic. She had been due to be released in less than two months and was looking forward to the challenge the mayor had presented to her. All that was swept away in the furore that followed the womenâs abortive uprising. Five years was now the minimum sentence. Five years as a slave. All existing prisoners were converted to slaves by the stroke of a pen and any whose sentence was under the minimum had their dates of release altered accordingly. She now therefore had four years and two months to serve as a slave.
Her boss changed too. James was forced to resign as mayor the moment his wife was convicted. He slipped away into political obscurity and new elections were held to replace him. This happened all over the country of course as many politiciansâ wives, both state as well as municipal, had been involved in the conspiracy and during the election process, public sentiment against women was whipped up into even more anger and resentment.
All this the world watched with growing concern. As a result of Third World pressure over recent events in Africa and Oceania and in Asia, where the UN had tried to intervene, it had now been told to keep its nose out of national affairs and it was powerless to act but that didnât stop the international press from having a field day. Leaders however, simply ignored world opinion and went on with their business. That business was now to show women who was boss - and in no uncertain terms.
As slaves, women could of course be made to wear anything their owners desired, as long as it wasnât considered normal clothing, that is. As a result, a whole new industry sprang up overnight. Items crafted of highly polished leather, gleaming metal of various kinds and wood were manufactured in new factories and sold in âslave shopsâ around the cities. Harnesses of all kinds, slave collars made of leather and beaten metal, metal breast clamps (as long as they didnât cover the âuddersâ (as they came to be called) and anal and vaginal plugs were but a few of the items sold and of course whips, paddles and canes of multitudinous varieties figured largely in the displays. As the business of slavery developed, these shops later grew into full-scale slave dealerships with pens in the back to hold the merchandise. Gymnasia to train their bodies into more pleasing shape and even, in the classier establishments, mini-schools to train them in the domestic and sexual arts were also added.
Slavery was born again!
Angelaâs new boss was mayor Alex Brown. He was everything James Swift had not been: arrogant, dictatorial and impetuous, but he was also lecherous and sadistic with it. Not that these âqualitiesâ came out in the campaign. Oh no. He was a very handsome man, tall and well-built with straw-blond hair and a tanned face that smiled a lot. His blue eyes didnât (smile) although people didnât see that from a distance. He was a seasoned politician and knew exactly how to woo the voters. They fell for it and
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