Story: The British Plantation Mistress Part 1 (Femdom, Inter-racial, peasant slavery, torture)
Pakistani Slave male
(By Pakistani male slave)
The story is pure fiction. I do not preach hatred against any race,
but had to create a stage for my story. Comments are most welcome, and
would like to continue ONLY if I get a positive feedback)
The year was 1945. It was a hot and humid day in the desert of
Thar. This region was located in the South-West of what previously was
British India. As there was not much agricultural land located in
Thar, the major output from Thar were spices made from red chilies. As
the British had plundered the wealth of the Indian sub-continent, they
had not left even a single source generating monetary gain from India.
All this was done in the name of rendering developmental services to
the needs of Indian peasants.
Lady Nicole administered this particular spice plantation. She was 35
years old. She had shiny golden hair and blue eyes. She stood 5' 10"
tall and had firm body. She had a look of majesty and regal composure
on her fair face. She was a woman who believed in utmost obedience of
her sub-ordinates. Inside her heart, she thought of her Indian
workers, which consisted of males and females, ranging from 9-year
olds to 80 year olds, as nothing but working machines. She firmly
believed in the superiority of her white race over all others,
especially these Indian slaves. She also ran an underground business
of slave trade.
Her method of transporting the slaves to desired customers was
simple. Once she got the orders for slaves from her clients, that were
mostly wives of British officers posted in India and abroad, she used
to command the herald to blow his bugle. That was sign for all within
the earshot range to gather in the vast ground in front of her huge
and beautiful mansion. It was mandatory for every worker of the spice
plantation to be present at the assembly point, so she may select her
desired subject to be sold as a slave. Peasants who dared to be absent
during her inspection were severely punished. All of the locals of the
area dreaded her wrath, and knew better than to infuriate their wicked
Mistress. She would choose the desired number of peasants, and they
were told that they were "especially selected" by the British
government to serve in the urban garrisons of British Army. The truth
was, they were enslaved and sent for serving their white Masters and
Mistresses in their huge mansions as domestic slaves. Some of the
slaves were sent to UK as well to work and suffer there as helpless
slaves. These slaves were often whipped and severely punished in a
casual manner. All of this was not done by some sadistic or mentally
sick British, but was considered a norm to deal with these slaves in a
harsh and merciless manner. Especially the wives and daughters of the
British officers that were serving in India tormented the Indian
slaves, and hence, the fate of these slaves depended on those wicked
females. It was a tradition of noble families to groom their sons in
elite boarding schools and then to send their sons who reached the age
of 18, for the military services, so there were mostly females to look
after the family affairs.
Lady Nicole was a widow. Her husband was Major Herbert Smith of the
Royal British Army with a well-decorated chest. He had died during a
skirmish with the freedom fighters in the Khairpur state. Since that
day, she had felt real hatred towards these what she termed as
‘low-class scum' who had been responsible for his husband's death.
Maybe by torturing her subjects, she was relieving her heart of her
sadness. Because of her husband's sacrifice, she was entitled to head
this plantation by the Viceroy of India and to retain 15% of its
income, besides her handsome salary and the pension from her husband's
account. The locals of this area were very submissive by nature, due
to heartless regime of centuries imposed on them. They were submissive
to their local feudal lords, and after the invasion of East India
Company, had become slave-like workers for the British Government. It
was only the change of Masters for them. A few of them who dared to
defy the authority of Lady Nicole were made a sign of horror for
others. Most of them were arrested and kept in the private jail of
Lady Nicole. A very few knew what actually happened inside those
dungeons of darkness. A prisoner or two were brought out in the public
for severe punishment whenever Lady Nicole thought the workers of the
plantation are getting lazier and need a ‘refresher course'. Lady
Nicole's personal aide, Tulsi Devi, whipped them. All this was done in
the presence of all the villagers and for the amusement of Lady
Nicole.
She would sit on her big throne-like chair, placed on an elevated
part of ground, 10 feet by 10 feet in measurement. This elevated part
was made of marble, and was known as the Throne of Wisdom. Only Lady
Nicole enjoyed the authority of sitting on this throne. The villagers
revered the person sitting on this throne like God. The village chief,
before the invasion of the British, used this throne. But now, no one
could even think of setting his foot on that throne except for Lady
Nicole.
The usual tradition of such punishment event was such that the herald
would gather all the villagers in front of the vast ground area in
front of Lady Nicole's mansion. The villagers had to bear sweltering
heat of Thar Desert for an hour or two before Lady Nicole used to
appear from the front door of her mansion. Tulsi Devi, the strongly
built local woman who never laughed nor spoke to anyone, always
accompanied her. Some people believed that she was Lady Nicole's sex
slave as well. Tulsi Devi's strength and monotonous ways were well
known. She was just like a wild animal, who couldn't be tamed by
anyone but Lady Nicole. In Lady Nicole's presence, she seemed mousy.
Many a villagers had their throats slit open by Tulsi Devi when they
mistakenly raised their voices in front of Lady Nicole. Lady Nicole
enjoyed Tulsi's submission to her and felt satisfied to keep such a
strong and wild woman under her heels. Once an Indian soldier of
British Army mistakenly dared to cross her path while she was walking
towards her carriage, she stopped and stumbled a bit. Tulsi Devi could
not tolerate this ill mannerism, and before second thought, pushed the
poor soldier down on the ground. Before Lady Nicole could stop her,
the soldier's head was lying next to his body. His head was cut-off
from his body by Tulsi Devi's mean-looking sword. This was too much
for Lady Nicole, as the murdered soldier was a registered employee of
the British army and that could create problems for her. She flew into
a rage, grabbed Tulsi Devi by her hair, and shouted "Down" pointing
towards the ground. Tulsi Devi dropped her body between Lady Nicole's
long boots. What followed was the scene of merciless whipping of Tulsi
Devi by the gloved hands of Lady Nicole. She also stomped on Tulsi
Devi's head many times until it started to bleed. Tulsi Devi never
uttered a sound out of her mouth except for whimpering at every lash.
But to the amazement of everyone present, when Lady Nicole shouted
that she's very displeased by her and that she would be locked in a
cage for two days, Tulsi Devi started pleading and begging for mercy.
She pleaded that she could not stay away from Lady Nicole for ‘such a
long time' and begged her to punish her physically for as long as she
liked. That day, the villagers came to know Tulsi Devi's actual
emotional attachment with Lady Nicole. Lady Nicole really wanted Tulsi
Devi to suffer for her misdeed so she knew the ‘real' punishment that
she would dread. When Tulsi Devi kept on begging, Lady Nicole crouched
down and said smilingly, "Do you want me to send you away from myself
forever?" Tulsi Devi nodded in negative fervently and hurriedly
crawled back towards the mansion. Lady Nicole got into her carriage,
by stepping on the back of a kneeling slave.
The British didn't do such acts of degrading the locals openly, for
fear of instigation of revolt. But Lady Nicole had enslaved her
peasants psychologically so much that they worked merely as subjects
to a Queen. She kept them so busy from dawn till dusk that they didn't
have any time or energy left after a day's work of planning any revolt
against her government. The other reason of treating the poor locals
as slaves was the fact that this desert of Thar was very far from the
urban areas where senior British officers resided and could've
intervened to forbid Lady Nicole from maltreating her workers. Even if
such official visits were conducted, it was made sure that every
peasants present at the occasion was a loyal subject to his Mistress.
At such events, Lady Nicole used her psychological tact of torturing a
worker a day or two before the official visit, on pretext of some
ignorable mistake committed by him or her. This instilled fear in the
weak minds of her slaves and none of them ever dared to open his mouth
in front of the government official. In short, she was the absolute
authority over the lives of 45, 000 locals living in and around Thar
Desert. In the dark folds of night, she had orgasmed many a time by
the thought of ruling over such a huge number of people whose life and
death depended on her very whim.
She did not go around all of her plantation fields, but this job was
assigned to Tulsi Devi. She carried out her duties efficiently and
with no mercy for the sweltering slaves working under the hot sun.
Lady Nicole would sit on her raised Throne of Wisdom that had a shade
to protect her from sunlight, while two of her slaves fanned her
continuously behind the Throne, sweating profusely in the hot
sunlight. It so happened that once when one of her slaves fainted due
to dehydration, he was ordered by her to be buried in the ground up to
his chest level. When her order was carried out, her next order was to
give whip-lashes to the slave until he bled freely. Next, he was given
a bathe with honey, from head to chest. Once the deed was done, almost
suddenly red ants that are found in Thar Desert appeared. The poor
soul screamed his heart out when he was severely bitten by those red
ants, which are known for their stubborn nature of clinging on to the
human flesh until they are squashed. But the slave was not so lucky to
be able to squash those hungry ants, as his arms were buried in the
sand as well. He was already suffering the trauma of dehydration, next
he was whipped mercilessly by Tulsi Devi's ever-ready whip, and to add
to it he was now being bitten and eaten alive by those red ants. He
felt ants getting inside his nostrils and ears. The ants kept on
feasting hungrily on the weak slave's wounded flesh. Lady Nicole
could've given the slave a direct bullet in his head, but the current
show was quite amusing and arousing for her. This punishment gave her
benefits in two ways; first that she got turned on by the show, and
second that it was a warning to her peasants to keep their mouths shut
at the official visit that was due after 2 days by the Agent of the
Viceroy. When the dead slave's flesh was completely severed by the
ants, his body was dug out of the ground, washed with water thoroughly
and sent to Lady Nicole's dogs as lunch. When the dead slave's mother
tried to plead Lady Nicole not to degrade her son's body further, she
mistakenly lay her hands on the marbled floor of the Throne of Wisdom,
trying to cling to Lady Nicole's booted feet for mercy. Laying one's
hand or feet on the Throne was strictly prohibited, and so, in a flash
the old woman's head cut off from her body. The slaves were permitted
only to kiss their Mistress's booted feet, while keeping their hands
behind their backs, as a token of reverence for Lady Nicole. The old
woman forgot this in her emotional dilemma, and had her life ended at
the hands of Tulsi Devi.
(More brutalities to come, if I get a positive response. You can send
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