Author: BabyTBoy

Plantation revenge (Long)

(This story involved a racist woman during the civil war, racial insults, depictions of slavery rape, and public sex)

It’s 1863, my husband was sent to fight for the confederates leaving me alone with our children in Texas. Luckily I still had my slaves to work on our farm. I had 3 men and 2 women. Some of our slaves have run away to the north. My husband is fighting hard to fix this so we don’t have to worry about any more leaving us. I have to admit, being able to use the whip has been fun. There’s something about the screaming and the sound of the whip breaking the skin so soothing to my ears. Since I’m the sole master now, I have changed some things. The women must have flowers in my room, dining room, entrance, and living room, always fresh looking. No wilting is allowed. They also have to dress me in the morning after giving me my bath. The men have to be shirtless at all times. Lust is a sin, especially when directed to those lower than you, but a girl can have some eye candy while her husband is away. Read more »

A world run by numbers

A number. That is what defines you. The higher the number, the more value you have. Every woman has one. Each number represents every time a man had thought about her naked. There’s an app that allows men to take a picture of the woman’s face and click on the green check mark on her profile. When they hit an x, it means that they find her repulsive in some way. It lowers their number. Every woman gets a notification in her email when a man goes on her profile. This is to remind them that they are never safe from the male gaze. They won’t know who it was. Some women do everything they can to get higher numbers. They’ll be flirtatious, wear tighter pieces of clothing, some go as far as getting plastic surgery. And there are some that take pride in low numbers. They want to be business women, doctors and lawyers, they want respect for their work ability and not their appearance. This is dangerous because now they’ll be subjected to ridicule from both men and women. Attractiveness is next to godliness in this world for women. The more attractive and desirable you are, the nicer life you’ll have. By nice life I mean being a housewife of course. None of the men that want the high ranking women would ever think of them as career women. These men just want a hot piece of ass to brag about. Women do have a choice in who they end up with, but in the end it’s mostly up to the man. If a woman gets chosen by a man, she’ll be moved into his home immediately and be given all new sets of clothes. Her old way of life will be nothing to her now. She will be spoiled and taken care for by her new man as long as she keeps him happy and satisfied. Often women will spend all day at home cooking and cleaning. They’ve won a man so there’s no need to go outside to be ranked anymore. Children are most often expected from them and it’s usually not just one baby. It’s expected that the woman will bear at least 3 children for her man. Some get lucky and the man has no desire for children. Those are usually the ultra rich men and the woman will live in luxury with no trouble of having to clean after a young child. Read more »

The auction of a future Yale student

I was the top of my class. My graduation was set to be in early spring halfway through second semester. Yale has accepted me early and I would start in the fall. I was on my campus tour in Connecticut when I was kidnapped.

The men were part of the AWMR (Anti Women’s Modern Rights) (Ah-mer) terrorists group. They had been kidnapping young women in different areas in the country. I was brought to an underground room with cages. There were other women in the cages packed in. We were all cuffed and put into thin long dresses. It was dark with only red lights.

I don’t know how long it’s been but I haven’t eaten or drank anything. My stomach hurts and I feel weak. I try to sleep but there’s this static noise that isn’t loud enough to hurt my ears but isn’t quiet enough to ignore it. I’m exhausted, hungry, and scared. Read more »