Men Born to Suffer & Labor
SexyLark aka Tasha Commissioned for Femdomocracy
The men’s faces convey anguish, sadness, humility – these are real slave men. Not men playing games on Earth’s internet. They can’t just walk away. Ask Mistress to wait while they go pee. There are no safewords.
Mistress Owner feels only amused contempt for them. Anguish and melancholy, the inferior gender’s normal demeanor. A happy man, inconceivable on this world, would probably seem an abomination.
Ages past, women enslaved malekind. Determining the ideal qualities of slaves, the original male population dwindled, vanished. All men are clones. Expendable. Production varies. Heightened nerve sensitivity enhances the pleasure given by pain slaves.
Each of the chained men wonders if he will be her toy for the night. His privilege will be to give his Owner orgasms. But only after hours of cruel treatment. Men serve with their muscles. And their moans, screams and whimpers.
She punishes instantly. Her spear also works as a cane. She may slap him aside the head with it. Should a man greatly offend her, she might run it through his heart.
Her arm bracelets and attachments serve as decoration and pain toys. Red splotches are the residue or playful torment. She plays rough, hurts men with gusto and glee. Her laugh often drowns slave men’s moans.
These men are among the least useful. They were farm laborers. Inadequate workers. Weaklings but not shirkers. Lazy men suffer until sheer pain kills them. The perfect cure for male idleness. No man shirks.
She leads the men to a mine. Labor in dark, unsafe tunnels is terrible work. Filthy air, inhuman conditions make each hour misery.
Not outright execution, going to work in the mines is the beginning of a man’s end. Continual wear and tear weakens him until his heart stops.
Women use men, enjoy their suffering, dispose of them.