SUBHUMAN

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by Tau_90

“Enjoy this little treat, subhuman. We’ll see each other quite soon I believe. I hope you like pain. I know you will be fun to play with.” – Tau_90, Illustration by Formant

“I’m guessing this must be terribly painful for you, slave” she said in a mock sympathy as she casually sat down on the sun-heated wood of his pillory. The wooden contraption had a flat and neatly polished upper surface. It was designed to serve as a bench for the ladies and was placed just next to a small public park at the busy intersection in a pedestrian zone.

His ordeal was well premeditated. He was locked in a pillory in a painful kneeling position with his back exposed to the hot tropical sun. The heavy wooden board was pressing painfully on his neck and the weight of a lady sitting on top of it contributed greatly to his suffering. And he was rarely left alone. Ladies routinely used his pillory to sit down, chat and mock the prisoner, trapped beneath them.

She fixed her miniskirt, carelessly crossed her legs and made herself comfortable.

“It’s awfully hot here, isn’t it, slave?” she inquired, seemingly concerned. “I’m surprised they haven’t thought of that. I’m sure they could find a way to provide some shadow for the ladies sitting here, while keeping you exposed to the sun at the same time.”

She was now sitting just on top of him and her weight was pressing on the wooden board above his neck, causing him immense suffering. She seductively dangled her feet a few centimeters from his face, offering him a view of her expensive high heeled sandals.

“Won’t you compliment me on my footwear?” she continued. “These heels were expansive you know. They are worth much more than you are! And don’t you just love my new toenail paint? I just had a pedicure at Lilly’s. Their footslaves are in my expert opinion the best in town. And I used a lot of footslaves, so I should know! Have you ever served as a footslave?”

She paused for a moment as if she expected him to answer.

“Probably not, given your lack of interest in the pretty girl’s feet!” she stated as she pursed her lips, pretending to be affronted.

“That’s fine with me. I don’t think I would allow a creature like you touch my feet anyway. Just look at yourself. You’re gross. I have no use for an ugly slave like you!”

She leaned back and indulged herself in a sadistic pleasure. She was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it. Her perfect body, smooth skin, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes always made her the center of attention. She loved to play with men, to tease and torment them. Even more so if they were slaves. She loved the power she had over them. The lower they were on the slave hierarchy, the more expandable and useless they were, the more she liked them.

Like the wretch that was currently lingering beneath her. She wondered whether she could buy him after his punishment was over. The thought of all the things she could do to him excited and aroused her.

“I wonder where you will end up” she said thoughtfully. “Breaking your back deep down in the mines? Carrying heavy rocks from the quarry? Cleaning the underground sewers perhaps? I hear slaves don’t last very long there…”

She made another pause as she enjoyed the sweet taste of a cherry ice cream. She stretched her legs and lifted them from the floor so her entire weight rested on the wooden board. The slave’s eyes filled with tears of pain and he managed to produce an indistinguishable moan, but the metal gag in his mouth silenced all cries.

She looked down at her shapely legs and smiled. Her perfectly pedicured feet and well tended milky skin was in sharp contrast with the slave’s sun burned, scarred and bruised body, full of wounds from recent beatings and savage whippings.

“Perhaps you can escape that miserable lot after all, slave” she said. “If everything goes well, I will buy you and instead of toiling in some godforsaken pit, you will serve me. Unfortunately for you, most of the slave positions in my household are already taken so I will use you solely for my entertainment. I will order a pillory just like this one, so it will be easier for you to settle into your new environment. But don’t worry, you won’t spend too much time locked in there as I plan to play with you quite often.”

She leaned above his head and slowly spat her ice cream mixed saliva onto his head.

“Enjoy this little treat, subhuman. We’ll see each other quite soon I believe. I hope you like pain. I know you will be fun to play with.”

She got up and walked away, leaving him as he was: tormented and utterly degraded.

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