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The selective service slave part 10A

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mikey22
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The selective service slave part 10A

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The barge continues down river. It to had high netted sides. So no one could jump off to escape there enslavement.
Many in the crowd would have much rather faced death then a life of slavery. All among them in just a short day or so for most. Were all free women living there lives. Until whatever circumstances put them on the journey into slavery.

The moon was barley visible that night as a foggy mist filled the air. Time continues to drag by slowly. All were uncomfortable standing in there restraints.
Unfortunately for some nature called. Obviously there was no where to go. Misty watched as some of the girls that were there before they got on. Would just squat and pee. And even some would squat and shit right on the deck of the barge. Like some farm animal or something.

“ There enigma must have worn off? “
Misty says to herself. Hoping that the Natchez slave camp would have proper facilities. So that dignified slaves like herself could use them.

“ These got to be fucking Yankees? Only a yankee would shit right on the floor like that in front of everyone! “
Misty says to herself.
As she takes in the stench from the piss, shit. Along with the smell of slave stink.

“ I had a shower! Why did the rest of them not get a shower? “
She wonders. As she moves about to find some fresh air. There obviously wasn’t much.

Finally with in the distance the bonfires from the Natchez slave camp comes in to view. The night suddenly had a haunting like feel to it. All the slaves with there o ring like gags in there mouths. All faced the same direction. Just staring at what was waiting for them. The closer they got. You could hear screams from slaves being tortured.

On the shore by the light of the bonfires. They could see men slaves hard at meaningless slave work. Loading boulder sized rocks into wheelbarrows and moving them about to other piles to dump them out. For other slaves to load up and move to another pile. In some sort of circle they wheelbarrowed the same rocks around. Over and over again.

All while being watched over by a handful of black men on horseback. All had the usual tool belts of the tools to keep slaves in line. Along with bull whips in hand. They watched over them constantly. Just waiting for one to slack off. So they could crack that whip across there back.

Slacking is never tolerated at Natchez.

These men on horseback takes exceptional pride in there work.
There some of the few that can dish out a little punishment on the white man that enslaved there ancestors in the years before the civil war.

The barge gets closer. They see there handlers and wranglers all gathering around. Some holding riding crops. Slapping them against there hands.
The barge docks and another bridge is lowered on to it. A gate is opened.

“ Out! “
A man barked pointing the girls towards a sandy trail that went under the Natchez slave camp sign. The trail waved in and out through the woods and up hill to an old blocked building with a metal roof.

Inside the building there paperwork was taken and looked over. The girls were all put into different lines. Hopefully they’ed find there ways to a shower somewhere. Misty hoped. Being confined in that building with them all was just nasty. At least out on the barge the wind would take the smell away on occasion.

Misty found herself in the short line. Being that Steve changed her status to exceptionally talent classification.
Unfortunately for Misty she was fixing to be tested on this again.

The girls were all led into a room. Where a large shiny black Grand piano was waiting.

Each girl before her confidentiality walked to the piano.When there restraints and gags would be removed. And sat at the bench. And played flawlessly whatever classical Piano music they knew.

Applause by a stern looking panel of judges would follow.
The slaves that passed the test were then rewarded with a simple white blouse, black skirt. And a pair of black flats. No matter how simple or conservative the clothing was. Clothes was still clothes. And any and all slave girls wished they were lucky enough to be allowed to wear them.

It was then Misty’s turn to be tested. She sat there dumbfounded at the piano. And it only took moments before she was sent on her way. Back with the others. Where there was no special treatment. And especially no clothes.

Being discovered that she was a fraud. An example was gonna be made of her. In front of around a hundred slave girls. Misty found herself on her knees. Surround by slave bulls. Who were directed to teach her a lesson.
Misty may not have been talented enough to play that Grand piano. But she took on sucking and stroking cock in stride. And for the first time in her life. Being watched by a hundred naked slave girls didn’t bother her one bit. As she performed like a fucking porn star. Alternating from one cock to the next. Until she got every one of them off.
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Re: The selective service slave part 10A

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Holy shit man spell check please! This is unreadable.

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