#enslavement /

[spookys1fan]

Enemies to lovers blicket au

[kikonyc]

I would get on all fours to scrub the ground in his path in front of him when he walks so his shoes won’t get dirty. He can kick dirt in my face without an eye contact and I would be honored.

I would fan him all night non stop while he sleeps if the night is hot. He can kick me in the stomach in his sleep because I was standing too close to his bed and I would worship him more for it.

I would clean the bathtub after he bathes and drink all the bath water if he tells me to. He can dunk my head into the water demanding to do so and push it down so hard that my feet would fling up off the floor and I would thank him for the hand contact.

I would move out of my house with all my belongings abandoned if he needs a place to live and I would sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life.

I would slice my chest open ripping my heart out and lay it at his feet and he can kick it into the ditch completely ignoring my gaze and I would cry in joy.

He can cast me aside like a toy and throw me down the cliff in his boredom to hear what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks and I would feel happier.

As long as I can lay my eyes on his pretty face, I would voluntarily be a target for his shooting practice or just face egging for entertainment, and I would pay for the eggs.

If he tells me to jump into a bonfire after drenching myself in gasoline, I would do just that without hesitation no question asked..

The picture above is him yelling at me to come shine his friend’s shoes under their brunch table. And when I’m done with it, he’d give me something else to do to keep me on my knees under that table. He still never asks my name and calls me Bitch and he is worth it.

[fafnir19]

Genie's lamp - Part V

Sense of style

Laurenz Ralf stood in his atelier, a spacious loft in the heart of the city, surrounded by mannequins clad in his signature old-money style suits. The industrial design of the space echoed his aesthetic – clean, sharp lines, and a sense of timeless elegance. The soft glow of industrial pendant lights casting a warm hue on the exposed brick walls. Laurenz fidgeted with the cufflinks of his perfectly tailored shirt, a hint of anticipation flickering in his piercing grey eyes.

The memory of Jafar, who he met at a soiree some days ago, and his enigmatic words about a magical ring tantalizing his curiosity. Laurenz was intrigued by Jafar's mysterious aura and the promise of a magical ring that could materialize clothes effortlessly - without the need to tailor. The idea of such power excited the seasoned designer and so he invited Jafar to his industrial loft atelier. As Laurenz meticulously adjusted a lapel on a pinstripe jacket, the door creaked open, and in walked Jafar, a figure of undeniable allure and darkness, with Lex trailing behind him, his blue eyes filled with youthful curiosity.

"Welcome, gentlemen," Laurenz greeted them, his voice laced with curiosity. "Ah, Laurenz Ralf. It's a pleasure to see you again," Jafar's voice was smooth and hypnotic, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I've brought young Lex here for your expert guidance in matters of style." Laurenz nodded, his ambition piqued as he observed Lex's subliminally commanding presence and declared, "I must admit, I am intrigued by the promise of this magical ring you speak of, Jafar." Jafar's lips curled into a sinister smile as he handed the ring to Laurenz. "Envision the clothes, and they shall appear on the person you have in mind. But beware, for the ring is addictive." Laurenz accepted the ring, feeling a surge of excitement at the possibilities it held. He hesitated only for a moment before slipping the enigmatic ring onto his finger, feeling a jolt of anticipation surge through him. Closing his eyes, he focused on the image of Lex in his mind, picturing him in shorts and a sailing jacket. As he opened his eyes, a gasp escaped his lips as the sailing jacket and shorts he had envisioned materialized around Lex's body, transforming him into a vision of nautical sophistication right before his eyes.

Excitement thrummed through him as he watched the transformation before him. It was as if the ring held the power to bring his visions to life. He couldn't contain his enthusiasm as he marveled at how effortlessly Lex carried the sporty sailing attire with the matching swagger. "Sailing attire is charming, indeed," Jafar purred, his voice smooth like velvet. "But imagine the allure of equestrian fashion on our dear Lex here. You know, we possess this stallion, his name is Trevor …" Laurenz hesitated, unsure of how far he should push the limits of this newfound power. But a spark of curiosity ignited within him at the thought of dressing Lex in equestrian attire. Closing his eyes, Laurenz pictured the perfect equestrian ensemble for Lex – black riding boots, snug breeches, and a tailored riding jacket. With a deep breath, he willed the image to materialize. A soft hum filled the air, followed by a rush of energy, and when Laurenz opened his eyes, Lex was now adorned in the most exquisite equestrian outfit, looking every bit the part of a dashing horseman.

Lex ran his hands over the fabric of his new attire, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Impressive, Laurenz. You do have quite the eye for style." Laurenz couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the compliment. Jafar observed the scene with a knowing glint in his eyes, his presence looming over the atelier like a shadow of foreboding.

Heart racing with excitement, Laurenz couldn't resist a smirk as he visualized Lex in ensemble more appropriate for the town. "How about shorts and an unbuttoned shirt?" he mused, while watching as his thoughts materialized as new clothes on Lex's frame. A low whistle escaped Laurenz's lips at the sight. "Well, I must say, Lex, you wear my designs quite well," Laurenz remarked, admiration evident in his voice.

As the tailored riding clothes folded neatly on the dresser, replaced by a more relaxed ensemble of shorts and an unbuttoned shirt, Laurenz's mind raced with possibilities. "You have a versatile look, Lex. You could pull off any style," Laurenz observed thoughtfully, already envisioning Lex in the next attire. In awe of how perfectly his designs suited Lex, a thought flashed in Laurenz's mind - "I should ask him to become my model.”  Transitioning from casual to formal, Laurenz imagined Lex in a sleek suit, his eyes scanning every detail with growing admiration. "You wear it well," he noted appreciatively, then ventured further into his creative vision.

"Now, let's try something even more exquisite." Envisioning Lex in a sophisticated tailcoat, a silk bow tie gently winding around his neck, Laurenz felt a rush of desire stir within him. The refined elegance of the outfit against Lex's chiseled frame sparked a primal response in Laurenz.

"You look stunning," he breathed, his gaze lingering on Lex's silhouette. Lost in the moment, his thoughts drifted to Lex's alluring presence  and Laurenz felt a throbbing sensation in his groin. Laurenz couldn't make sense of the sudden arousal - afterall, he wasn't gay. However, in a moment of heated imagination, fueled by his attraction to Lex's chiseled physique and silky skin, Laurenz inadvertently envisioned Lex in nothing but lace briefs. With a gasp of surprise, Laurenz watched as Lex stood nearly naked in the centre of his atelier, clad only in the sheer lace briefs that hugged his form seductively.

Laurenz's breath caught in his throat at the sight, his pulse quickening with desire as he struggled to regain his composure.

Jafar's command sliced through the tension in the room, "I think it's enough for today. Give me the ring back, Laurenz!" Laurenz hesitated, his fingers tracing the cool metal of the ring on his finger, unwilling to relinquish the source of his newfound power. The possibilities it held seemed endless, a treasure beyond measure. Sensing Laurenz's addiction, Jafar proposed a sinister bargain, "You may keep the ring if you become Lex's tailor." Desperation filled Laurenz's voice as he agreed, "Yes, I will be Lex's tailor, coming every morning to create the clothes he needs." Lex's excitement was palpable as he chimed in, "Jafar, that sounds amazing!" Unconvinced, Jafar raised an eyebrow, "You expect Lex to plan his outfits for the whole day? You must be there whenever he requires your services." Laurenz's addiction to the ring coiled around his decisions like a serpent, binding him to a fate he couldn't escape and drove him to agree, "Okay, okay. I'll move to your premises and be at Lex's beck and call. In between, I can continue my design work." Jafar's patience waned, "Give me the ring now. This bargaining is futile. You are to be Lex's tailor, and only his."

Laurenz's heart sank with the weight of his addiction, forcing him to accept the terms. His attempt at humor fell flat as he quipped, "I was an exclusive designer, and now I'll be even more exclusive with just one client." Jafar's voice turned harsh, "Don't let vanity cloud your purpose, tailor. Your pride lies in serving your master eagerly."

Lex, perhaps trying to lighten the mood, attempted to offer comfort, "I guess I will change my clothes several times a day now. So you can still live your creativity, Laurenz!" Jafar's cold logic prevailed as he advised Lex, "Don't call it by a name like a real human. It has only one purpose now, so call it by its purpose - Tailor!" Jafar's voice dripped with malice, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. Lex, let out a laugh that echoed through the space. "You are right, I also considered people who gave their cars or coffee machines names always something weird!" His voice carried a note of amusement, masking the dark power that simmered beneath his facade. Jafar's chuckle reverberated off the walls, sending shivers down Laurenz's spine. "I bet, soon you don’t need to speak with it anyhow. The Tailor will become more and more addicted to the ring and he will forget his past, his name, and even his own will. The only thing which will remain of the former Laurenz will be his sense for style. Then he will merge with the ring and you could carry it. The ring will take care that you will be always properly dressed!"

Lex's eyes widened in realization, a mix of awe and anticipation crossing his features. "And for such a useful and powerful artifact, we needed to sacrifice only one single man?" Jafar's laughter dripped with sinister amusement. "Let’s talk later about that!"

His eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he envisioned the outcome of the twisted pact. Jafar's gaze shifted towards the ring gleaming on Laurenz's finger, a harbinger of dark deeds yet to come. With a sinister smile, he mused, "As soon as Lex slips the ring on his finger, he will unknowingly embody the style that Laurenz has envisioned for him. Soon, Lex will always look like he has walked right out of a corny gay romance novel."

In the shadows of the atelier, a silent scream of anguish echoed through Laurenz's mind. Just moments ago he was a celebrated designer and now he stood on the precipice of a twisted fate. The addiction to the ring pulsed like a drumbeat in his veins, driving him deeper into a spiral of obsession and servitude.

[reality-detective]

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[awesomecooperlove]

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[thetendertongue]

maroonage — the act/process of escaped, formerly enslaved Africans forming their own independent communities, often in hard-to-reach places; embodied resistance, autonomy, and ancestral continuity; a literal and metaphorical act of running toward freedom

[embodiedfutures]

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[todaysdocument]

Fifteen-year-old Lewis was sold for $430 on July 29, 1823. During the Civil War, Lewis would serve in the U.S. Army, for which his enslaver Sanders Townsend requested compensation from the U.S. Government. 

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United States

Series: Slave Compensation Records

File Unit: Slave Compensation File for Claimant Sanders Townsend

Transcription:

Know all men by these present that I Urial Bailey of Howard County of State of Missouri for and in consideration of the sum of four hundred and thirty Dollars in cash, to me in hand paid by Saunders Townsen of Cooper County of State aforesaid, this Receipt whereof I do hereby acknowledge have bargained sold and delivered unto the said Saunders Townsen his heirs and assigns forever, one certain Negro boy named Lewis now supposed to be in the fifteenth year of his age. Which Negro boy I do hereby warrant to be healthy sound + sensible + clear of any known impediments + I do hereby oblige my self my heirs +c to warrant and defend the title of the said boy as a slave for life unto the sd Townsen his heirs +c against the lawful claim of all every other person or persons whatsoever

In witness whereof I do hereby to set my hand + seal this 29th day of July 1823

[signed] Urial Baily [circled] Seal

In presence of

[signed] Peyton Nowlin

John Hardeman

Bailey Hardeman

[reality-detective]

This 👇 is actually a scary thought of what reality the 1% want for the rest of us. 👇

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[urloveangel]

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[gothicseverance]

The Gothic repeatedly celebrates individual liberty yet poses the vexing conundrum — given that one person’s liberty may involve another’s enslavement — of how the liberty of one and all may be accommodated.

—‘Houses of Voluntary Bondage’

[awesomecooperlove]

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[thetendertongue]

fugitivity -> in Black Studies: a mode of refusal and escape; not just running away, but creating other ways of living outside or beneath the structures of control. inspired by enslaved people who fled plantations, but also used for any subversive, ungoverned life

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 2 of Whumptober 2024: Escape

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife’s in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)

AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.

This is taking place in my own DnD/fantasy world.

Elias is a young magistrate cursed to turn into a blue half-reptile half-man doing his best to hide and temporarily reverse it.

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Escape

"This is our chance to leave! Let's go!" The lionwoman Jess grabs him by the arm with a wide fanged smile, encouraging him to follow.

Elias firmly stays in place looking around in disbelief. Most of the colourful booths around them are set on fire. The surviving carnies and the visitors are running away from the collapsed main tent from which dozens of disjointed screams can be heard. Diego, the circus mascot tiger, is tearing into the throat of one of the cleaners only a couple of meters away from his open cage. Who started this?

"Elly! Move!"

The cursed lizardman turns his head to her finally, hesitating to follow. She was the one who lured him here, after all. She promised safety that turned out to be freakshow enslavement. She then cried and swore she had to do it for her family's safety and he claimed that he forgave her but…

"Alright, alright. I'm not touching you." She lets go glancing about with purpose. "But seriously, let's go! We can't miss this chance. The bastard is certainly not watching. He might even be dead!"

Jess hurriedly approaches the nearby small cages and begins opening them one after another with a big set of keys, releasing the animals trapped inside.

"Grabbed them off that guy," she explains pointing at the dead cleaner being consumed by the tiger with her tail.

Most creatures fly or run away at the first opportunity but some hide in the depths of their cages as far away from Jess as possible.

"Oh, come on! I can't be that ugly!" She laughs with nervous maniacal excitement as she kicks at the cages from behind forcing their inhabitants to quickly flee.

Elias flinches at the metal banging her kicks produce, finally willing himself to take a step away from his own cage. He looks back. Even if she is lying again, he does not want to return there ever again. Maybe, he can finally go home. He wonders briefly, as he would often do over the past five months, if his family considers him dead or if they are still searching.

He carefully approaches Jess as she shakes the final monkey out of its cage. He has not been avoiding her all this time, their relationship has been quite amicable but now that she is telling him to follow, he can't help but shake a little. The feathers that replaced the hair on his head once he transformed stand up in an unintentional intimidation display and his long reptilian tail sways from side to side nervously. He keeps telling himself that it has to be safe this time. She has no reason to harm him this time. She wants to leave even more than he does. She has been here for a few years, unlike him. Her family has already escaped. He saw them run into the woods. It should be safe.

"Great! Now… Elly?" Her face falls as she notices his posture. "Is it me? I… I'm sorry, Elly, I swear it's going to be okay! I- I swear on my life I'm not lying to you."

Jess offers her hand looking him straight in the eyes. He wants to believe her. She looks honest. But he thought the same five months ago… "Alright," he takes a deep breath before grabbing her hand and squeezing it a little. "Lead the way."

[shotofstress]

Usa white youtuber casually saying that now there is technically no enslavement and the only that there is, hear me out is prison work. Yeah, bc can I expect that a white woman fron usa despite being leftist lesbian jew descendant acknowledge that all the trinkets, clothes and food and anything she owns was in 98% percent made by Global South enslaved people, specially women and children and the well known statistics of how we were never have so many enslavement than in this age. ? No, of course not, what I was expecting right? Whitness is one hell of a drug but not worst than being middle class usamerican bc that will put all categories that you belong is a second place bc being gringa will be the primary point no matter what and no matter what you belive or think of usa or yourself. Enslaved congolese people? Never heard of them. The fuckton of global south people doing enslaved work? Nop.

Erase nonbinary queer artists identities to call them lesbians even when the artists themselves said there were neuter, now this bs. Everything always so casual, so matter-of-factly, so i-know-better-than-most that keeps reminding me what always global south fighters says since ever: usa nor western ppl gonna save us. Is always global south being there for the rest of the world, from picking your food to traveling across the sea to kill the fascists to protect you and liberate you from camps and prisons.

But hey, she has a yt channed so must know better that others and can't accept when someone correct them.

[judahmaccabees]

original sin, graphically represented:

COBR|A ->

CBRA|

(Idolatry, Force, Sorcery, Man•ipulation)

(Using language/law to lie in order to press upon reality as a tool against God, taken by steps through pattern and form, repeated through the theft of the twisting of Truth, ungiven, unmerited, urned)

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