Little Red the slave and her master Fred

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The girl looked at Fred with an almost pleading gaze, a look that deeply shocked him. This girl, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen, was curled up in the cage, her hands and feet tightly bound behind her back, almost like a ball, revealing her remarkably flexible body. Her head was close to the edge of the cage, her mournful eyes fixed on Fred, as if begging him to buy her.

But Fred was surrounded by countless wolf-like eyes, so he wasn't sure if he could buy her. She wasn't allowed to speak, as a gag was stuffed in her mouth, and clear liquid dripped from the corners of her mouth, making her eyes appear even more helpless, making it hard to refuse her. Fred

approached her and said, "I've fallen in love with you and want to take you away, but I'm not sure if I can."

Her eyes immediately lit up. Her head couldn't move because her hair was tightly bound behind her back. But Fred could feel the gratitude in her eyes, her gaze fixed on him for a long time. Fred wasn't sure what she needed him to do; he was becoming somewhat delirious.

When the girl was being auctioned, Fred held his paddle high and wouldn't let go, so much so that some men played pranks on him, challenging him and forcing him to finally sell the frail white slave girl for a very high price—enough to buy two or three capable black slaves. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Fred left the auction, paid his deposit, and came to collect the girl he had bought.

Because Fred had offered such a high price, the auctioneer was very satisfied and, exceptionally, gave Fred the cage along with the girl, even sending two helpers to help Fred's servant Mark carry the girl, cage and all, to the carriage. On the way back, when Mark told Fred how much he had spent on the girl, Fred was somewhat surprised. It far exceeded his budget, but Fred didn't regret it, because the girl's gaze lingered in his mind.

Fred didn't know how to face this hurt girl, so much so that even after she and her cage had been carried into Fred's basement, Fred hid in his study, afraid to see her. Fred feared he couldn't give her what she needed, and also worried about not getting what he needed.

As dusk approached, Fred finally made up his mind. He summoned his maid, Mia, and asked her to bring a candle so they could go to the basement together. Fred approached the girl and gently sat down beside her, noticing that her eyes were closed.

He examined her closely; she was still the same as she had been at the auction, the ropes binding her still severely restricting her dreams of freedom. Fred reached into the cage and carefully untied the clasp behind her head, removing the gag. Because her hair was still pulled back by the ropes, her head was still forced to tilt backward.

She opened her eyes, forced a smile, and whispered, "Thank you for buying me."

Fred said, "It was your eyes that compelled me to buy you, to pay at least the price of two slaves for you. Do you want me to give you your freedom?"

"Buying me is enough. When I was auctioned off, only you looked at me differently from the others. It's my happiness that you bought me. I don't know why, but from the first moment I saw you, I felt that you were my true master, but I know I'm not worthy of loving you. You bought me for a high price, like buying an object or a puppy. You are my master, and you can do whatever you want with me. Trust me, I won't let you down. Please don't sell me to anyone else."

Hearing the girl's soft words, Fred felt his worries were unnecessary.

“My name is Fred. Tell me your name?”

“My original name was Dani, but since I was sold, everyone has called me Little Red.”

“Then why were you auctioned off?”

Little Red sighed. “When I was ten, I came to this faraway place with my parents across the ocean, but my mother fell seriously ill. My father borrowed a lot of money, and two years later, my mother died. Soon after, my father also suddenly passed away, and I was sold. My master was kind to me at first. He said I was still young and only let me manage the flowers and plants in the manor and do some odd jobs. But a few days ago, he suddenly sent me to the auction house.”

“Little Red… you’ve been tied up like this for a long time, haven’t you? You haven’t eaten anything, have you?”

Little Red said, “Yes.”

Fred told the maid Mia to go out and bring in some food, so the maid placed the candle holder she was carrying on a small table and went out. Mia returned with a plate of buttered bread and placed it on the stool next to the wooden cage. Fred untied the rope from Little Red’s hair, loosening her head. Her hands and feet were still bound behind her back, so Fred fed her bread with a fork, which Little Red obediently ate.

Fred gently stroked Little Red's tightly bound hands and feet: "Do you still feel anything in your hands and feet?"

Little Red gently shook her head.

"Do you want me to untie your hands and feet?"

"You are my master. As long as you like it, I'm willing, even if I'm bound and locked up forever, however you treat me, I'll accept it."

Fred smiled, turned around, opened a box next to a wooden bed against the wall, and took out a pair of delicate handcuffs and a pair of rather heavy-looking shackles. Then Fred unlocked the wooden cage, opened the door, and went inside. The cage was about half a person's height, and Fred could only squat down inside to untie Little Red's ropes. Because her hands and feet were already numb, she couldn't move them. Fred handcuffed and shackled her, stepped out of the cage, locked the cage door, and left the basement with Mia.

The next day, Fred went to the basement and saw Little Red sitting in her cage, fiddling with the exquisite handcuffs and heavy shackles. When she saw Fred enter, a faint smile played on her lips. Her smile stirred Fred's heart, yet also frightened him somewhat, but Fred knew he had to make her understand his true feelings today. Fred gently sat down beside her cage. Little Red continued to smile at Fred, as if his arrival pleased her.

“Little Red!” Fred said, “This is a dungeon, built when I first bought this estate. Since then, I’ve been searching for someone suitable for this cell, but I haven’t found anyone. When I saw you, your eyes and your bound posture deeply moved me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Little Red was silent for a moment, then said, “Red understands Master’s words. Whatever Master does to me is right. I know you bought me because you like me. I’m willing to be locked in this dungeon forever, to be imprisoned and tortured by you. Your happiness is my happiness.”

Fred opened the cage door: “Then, come out.”

Little Red obediently crawled out, but because her hands and feet were locked, movement was still somewhat inconvenient. A chain hung down from the wall, connected to a larger shackle. Fred made Little Red stand against the wall, then locked the shackle around her neck. Fred seemed to be back at yesterday’s auction, but her eyes no longer held the sorrow of yesterday, which made Fred somewhat disappointed.

Fred used a key to unlock the chains on Little Red’s hands and feet. “Your clothes are a little dirty!”

Little Red’s face immediately turned crimson. Clever as she was, she instantly understood Fred’s meaning. She lowered her head and silently untied her clothes, her movements slow and gentle, like her soft skin. Finally, Little Red, naked, stood before Fred with her head bowed.

Fred was stunned by her beauty, feeling a little dizzy. Fred reached out his fingers, and the instant they touched her, he clearly felt Little Red tremble violently. Fred struggled to suppress the urge to embrace her, only gently turning her body. Fred

saw that her small back was covered with crisscrossing purplish-black whip marks. Little Red instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, awaiting Fred’s impending storm, but Fred did not do so. It was as if a rare delicacy had suddenly been placed before Fred, and although he was already ravenously hungry, reason told him he couldn’t devour it all at once, but must savor it slowly.

“You were just whipped?”

“Yes, three days ago.”

"Why?"

"Maybe it's because I didn't do my job well, or maybe it's some other reason I don't know. I didn't ask, and he didn't tell me why. Really, I just obeyed my master's orders, knelt down, and took the beating. And the day after I was whipped, he sold me." Xiao Hong sighed, then added softly, "But I think, whenever a female slave is whipped, it's always her fault, no matter what the fault is."

Fred smiled, finding her indeed clever and adorable. Fred calmed himself down, then took out a red cloth, blindfolded Xiao Hong, and handcuffed her arms behind her back. Her feet were still locked in the same shackles, spaced about 50 centimeters apart, allowing her to walk if she didn't take large steps.

After doing this, Fred unlocked one end of the chain on the wall, leading Xiao Hong slowly towards the basement exit. The shackles made a crisp metallic clanging sound. Guided by Fred, Xiao Hong carefully climbed the steps. Fred carefully observed Xiao Hong's cautious ascent; she couldn't see, relying only on her sense of footing and Fred's guidance to orient herself.

She understood that obedience was the only option now. Even the reason Fred hadn't dressed her before bringing her out, or why he'd handcuffed and shackled her, was because Fred liked it.

He believed that what belonged to him could be his for his own purposes, without needing a reason. Fred walked along, admiring the perfectly proportioned young woman. Little Red's skin was fair and delicate, like jade, and her figure was petite and exquisite. At eighteen or nineteen, she was at the age of blossoming youth, the age when love was just beginning, an age when she should be carefully protected by her parents. But she had changed hands many times, finally entering Fred's dreams in her most perfect season. Legally, she now had the same status as the land and tools Fred had purchased.

For decades, plantation agriculture in Fred's country had developed rapidly, coupled with a severe labor shortage, leading to a constant influx of human traffickers bringing Black people to be sold into slavery. A few newly arrived white people, unable to repay their debts, were also forced into slavery; Little Red was one of them.

Although Fred was only a small plantation owner with a few dozen Black slaves, he lived a very leisurely and comfortable life. In fact, Fred buying her was probably a good outcome for her. If she fell into the hands of those wolves behind Fred, she would not only be raped, but she would also be forced to work like an ox, and after several years, when she was worn out, she would be sold cheaply. A woman as frail as her could not endure such heavy physical labor. Practical buyers would choose strong slaves to work for them.

Upon reaching the meadow, Fred removed the red blindfold from Little Red's face and unlocked the chains around her neck. Fragrant grass, green trees, blue sky, white clouds, and the rising sun—Little Red saw the beautiful scenery around her, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Although her feet were still bound by merciless iron chains, her steps were noticeably lighter; she carefully controlled her pace to avoid exceeding the length of the chains. Her arms were still handcuffed behind her back, making her two young breasts stand out even more. She suddenly noticed Fred watching her and realized her state—completely naked. Overwhelmed with shyness, she crouched down to avoid Fred's burning gaze.

Fred saw her chest heaving violently due to her rapid breathing. Fred went over, helped her up, looked around, and said, "Beautiful?"

"Beautiful!" she answered softly.

"I think you're even more beautiful." She was silent for a moment, as if gathering her courage: "Am I the one in shackles?"

"You're beautiful with or without shackles, but I prefer you with shackles or when you're bound. You know, it was your helpless look and eyes when you were bound in the cage that deeply moved me, and that's why I finally decided to buy you. And your eyes can speak; your eyes tell me you want me

to buy you." Fred looked at Little Red, gazing at this beautiful, shy girl, secretly thanking God for his blessing. Her skin was so white and delicate, her figure so perfect, like a lotus bud about to bloom. Although she was a female slave at the auction, because she was white, according to custom, she wasn't stripped naked and hung on a shelf, but rather bound up and thrown into a cage. A gag was also placed in her mouth, which to some extent concealed her beauty, allowing Fred the good fortune to have her.

If the gag were removed and she were hung naked on the shelves like the other girls, the price would probably have increased several times over, ending up in the hands of wealthy plantation owners. But now, people tend to snap up the readily available, cheap, and sturdy black slaves, and such frail white female slaves are easily looked down upon by the owners. Therefore, the fact that she could get more than twice the price of a normal female slave was enough to make the owner grin from ear to ear, and he was happy to give Fred the cage along with her as a favor. It was a cage used for transporting slaves. The

special cages on slave ships were about half a person's height, about one meter long and wide, and the cage was made of rectangular frames of hardwood, ten centimeters square, with a round wooden stick about the thickness of a wrist inserted every ten centimeters, making it very sturdy. Because the space was cramped, the black slaves had to squat inside with their hands bound. To prevent them from screaming and to facilitate transportation, the black slaves also had to wear gags. These black slaves could not move, and their mouths were gagged, so they were very quiet, and occasionally a few soft groans could be heard.

Most of these enslaved people were captured. Due to the long-distance transport, a small opening was made in the bottom of the cage, under which a leather bag was hung. Urine and feces were deposited into the bag, which was cleaned regularly. Twice a day, semi-liquid food was force-fed through a large tube. The gag was removed in sequence, food was fed, and then the gag was put back on – a streamlined process, very convenient. Upon arrival at port, the enslaved people, along with their cages, were quickly taken away by representatives from auction houses in various locations.

The enslaved people were then taken from their cages, untied, stripped naked for inspection, branded, and their hands were tightly bound together. At the auction market, male enslaved people were auctioned off on a platform about half a person's height, while female enslaved people were usually hung on special shelves for buyers to choose from. Once a transaction was successful, the enslaved people were dispersed to various plantations.

The shelves for hanging female enslaved people were about two and a half meters high and five meters wide, with hooks placed every sixty centimeters. The female enslaved people were tied up by their hands and suspended from these hooks with ropes. The process of suspending female slaves was quite elaborate. A wooden plank about ten centimeters high was placed horizontally beneath the suspension frame. The female slaves would stand on this plank while being suspended, their heels touching the ground. Once all the slaves on a frame were suspended, the plank was removed, leaving their heels dangling.

This was a very uncomfortable position, but the moment was incredibly exciting. The slaves, who had been waiting quietly, suddenly lost their support and began to writhe, trying to support their weight with their toes. It was said that this was a performance designed to arouse the buyers' emotions. Because buyers were very unrestrained in their selections, to prevent some more aggressive female slaves from reacting excessively, their feet were secured with a specially made long, narrow yoke.

This yoke consisted of two pieces, each with two semicircles carved out about thirty centimeters apart in the shape of ankles. Each end of the yoke had a pair of pins, and each had an iron ring in the middle, which could be locked when closed. First, the female slaves' ankles were placed into one of the semicircles, then the other piece was attached, and the two iron rings in the middle were locked together, fixing their feet in place and separating them by thirty centimeters.

Originally, their toes could barely support some weight, but with their legs separated, most of the female slaves were now dangling off the ground. The female slaves' hands were suspended, their feet clamped by wooden boards, forced into an open position for selection. The scene of selecting female slaves was lively and chaotic. The plantation owners' eyes gleamed as they excitedly selected their favorites, then shouted out their bids at the auction. On the

auction platform, more than a dozen female slaves hung side by side, bidding in turn. Each slave was sold only after no one else raised the price, then the next person was chosen, everyone arguing heatedly. The female slaves were all suspended, their bodies hoisted, their feet clamped, unable to move—a very uncomfortable situation. People could see that these female slaves were trying their best to endure, waiting for the auction to end soon.

These auctions held an unusual thrill for Fred, who frequently attended to witness the plight of the female slaves being auctioned off. At the end of the auction, the plantation owners who had sold slaves were busy with the handover procedures, while others left empty-handed. The plantation owners used various methods to transport their slaves back; some were simply tied to the back of a wagon and made to run back with it. Others used special clamps to restrain the slaves' necks and hands before loading them onto the wagon.

Fred's thoughts drifted from the auction to the present. He looked at Little Red, pondering how to treat this lovely girl. Fred decided to keep Little Red locked in the dungeon, her feet still in shackles. He assigned her a maid named Mia.

The dungeon already had some daily necessities, and Fred had Mia bring her some bedding, blankets, and clothes, making it basically complete. Mia was responsible for managing and caring for Little Red, and she also possessed the keys to the various instruments of torture used to imprison her. Fred wasn't worried; Mia knew perfectly well Xiaohong's place in his heart.

On the surface, Xiaohong seemed to be under Mia's control, but in reality, Xiaohong was Mia's master, and the two got along very well. Mia was Fred's most trusted and loyal maid, taking excellent care of and managing Xiaohong. Xiaohong also knew that Mia was carrying out Fred's will, and

therefore respected and obeyed her greatly. Mia didn't fully understand the spiritual contract between Fred and Xiaohong; she knew Fred actually loved Xiaohong, but didn't understand why he still cruelly bound and chained her. She could only faithfully carry out Fred's will. Fred visited Xiaohong in the dungeon almost every day, taking her for walks and chats in the garden, though she still wore those shackles or had her hands cuffed behind her back. Sometimes Fred took her to his study to teach her to read and have her serve him.

Xiaohong seemed very comfortable with the long periods of confinement; Fred, watching her happy, seemed completely unconcerned about the tightness of the handcuffs and shackles. Fred decided to teach her a lesson: "Little Red, are your whip marks healed?"

Little Red smiled: "They're mostly healed, thank you for your concern, Master!"

Fred smiled too: "Little Red! I want... to hang you up, I want to whip you, and I want... to whip you at least once a month. Will you allow me to do that?"

Little Red whispered: "I... I am your slave. You can do whatever you like to me, anything you want. You can whip me, torture me however you like. But please don't sell me again, I don't want to leave you!"

Fred cleared out a large room next to his bedroom and turned it into a "torture room." All the doors and windows were sealed up, except for a small door in the bedroom leading to the next room. In that "torture room," a beam was used as a hanging frame, with a pillar at each end, each pillar fitted with an iron ring, about the height a man could reach on tiptoe.

Iron hooks hung from the beams, from which hemp ropes were suspended. Below the hanging racks was a shelf identical to the one used at the auction. A wide bench, also fitted with iron rings, was placed inside. Candle holders lined all four walls, capable of holding twelve candles simultaneously. On one wall hung hemp ropes and chains, while on the opposite wall, a row of small nails held two delicate, slender leather whips. Each whip had a small iron ring on its handle, used to hang it on the nails, allowing each whip to be easily removed and returned to its original position after use. Against the wall inside was a double-layered wooden shelf; the upper layer held a large vase with a bouquet of red roses, while the lower layer held several slender vines.

That evening, Mia had dinner with Xiaohong, removed her shackles, and took her to bathe. Afterwards, Mia sprayed perfume on Xiaohong and dressed her in a soft white dress. Back in the dungeon, Mia put the shackles back on Little Red, handcuffed her hands behind her back, blindfolded her with a red cloth, and then locked the large shackles around her neck.

Mia led Little Red to Fred's bedroom. Fred gestured for Mia to remove the shackles from Little Red's neck and take her away. Fred took off his coat, leaving him wearing only loose black shorts. He led the blindfolded Little Red to the next room. All the candles in the "torture room" were already lit, and Fred removed the red cloth from Little Red's eyes.

"Oh! God!" Little Red exclaimed in shock when she saw the ropes, whips, canes, and the blooming red roses in the room.

Fred said, "Little Red, everything here is prepared for you. Are you afraid?"

Little Red softly replied, "I am afraid... but I am yours, and I am willing to suffer for you!"

"Very well! Do you remember those female slaves at the auction? They were all hung on racks when they were auctioned off, but you weren't. Today, you'll experience that feeling first." Fred unlocked her handcuffs and shackles: "Take off your clothes."

Little Red silently took off her clothes and obediently brought her hands together in front of her. Fred began to tie her wrists together with hemp rope. Her wrists were very delicate, and Fred began to worry whether such fragile wrists could bear the weight of her body. Fred made the rope neatly wrapped, but tied it tightly, because this would reduce the pain she would experience when she was hung.

Fred led her to stand under the rack and hoisted her hands high onto the metal hooks above the rack. Considering Little Red's extremely flexible body, Fred lifted the hemp rope up to her toes, slightly off the ground. Fred watched Xiaohong suspended in mid-air, as if he were back at the auction. Xiaohong's body was suspended, all her strength concentrated on her two tightly bound, slender wrists.

Fred saw Xiaohong's pain; her behavior was the same as the other girls being auctioned. She struggled to alleviate the pain, trying to touch the ground with her toes to support her weight, but it was all in vain. She had to adapt to the pain of suspension, experiencing it little by little. She would go through a process, from initial pain to intense pain, from futile struggle to gradually tolerating the pain, and finally reaching a point where she could enjoy the pain.

Therefore, Fred calmed himself and carefully observed Xiaohong's changes. She had stopped struggling in vain, only occasionally letting out a low groan or two; her legs and feet hung limply. Fred took the foot braces and gently placed Xiaohong's two slender ankles into the semi-circular gaps in the braces, then aligned another brace and locked it. In this way, Xiaohong's feet were slightly separated and fixed in the braces. Xiao Hong's legs hung limply at her sides, her mind in a daze.

Fred was about to begin the third step, to awaken Xiao Hong from her pain and gradually guide her to experience pleasure and joy, reaching a state of excitement amidst the pain. Fred gently caressed Xiao Hong's firm, exquisite breasts, unable to resist kissing these beautiful creatures. Fred sensed Xiao Hong's reaction; this was his beloved, whom he had endured for so long, and finally, he could truly feel her.

Fred had personally orchestrated this ritual, almost like a religious ceremony. His beloved endured pain, and Fred would use caresses to gradually transform that pain into happiness and joy. Fred gently touched every inch of Xiao Hong's skin, his fingers slowly probing into her lower body. It was already wet inside, and in that instant, Xiao Hong's whole body convulsed as if electrocuted, and she let out a moan—a moan of pleasure. As Fred's hands explored Xiao Hong's lower body more boldly, Xiao Hong's instinctive twisting intensified her pain.

Fred's flicking fingers brought her an unprecedented euphoria. Fred withdrew his hand, took a leather whip from a small nail in the wall, and held it in his hand.

"Little Red, I'm going to start whipping you. I'm going to take you beyond pleasure, to the point of tears. Listen carefully, I won't heed your cries or your pleas for mercy, but if you can't take it anymore, call out your real name, and I'll stop."

Fred caressed Xiaohong's breasts again, kissed them, and then kissed her lips. Fred moved behind Xiaohong and began whipping her buttocks and thighs… Fred's whipping was quite slow and not very heavy. Xiaohong moaned softly, several dark red welts rising slightly on her fair skin. After more than ten lashes, Fred was completely overwhelmed by a tremendous pleasure. Fred could no longer control his urge to whip her as hard as he could, so the whipping intensified… and intensified…!

Xiaohong could no longer control herself and began to scream shrilly, tears streaming down her face. She writhed desperately, her delicate body covered in purplish-red welts that were quickly soaked with sweat. After more than ten minutes, Fred suddenly stopped whipping. Fred stared at Xiaohong's slender body, covered in thick purple welts, for a long time. The whip marks on Xiaohong's body stretched like ropes down her buttocks, thighs, shoulders, back, abdomen, and breasts, sometimes overlapping, sometimes crisscrossing, with traces of blood slowly seeping from her skin.

Fred dropped the whip from his hand. He hugged Xiaohong tightly, stroking her tear-stained cheeks and her numerous whip marks: "Silly Xiaohong, why didn't you cry out, 'Master, spare Dani!' You would have suffered much less. You're so stubborn."

Xiaohong murmured, "Master… I can't do that, I can't disappoint Master…"

"Oh, you're so pitiful… how much I love you!" Fred murmured as well…

Fred hugged Xiaohong even tighter, his hard, thick penis beginning to penetrate her tender body. The interplay of pleasure and pain gradually brought Xiaohong into a state of blissful oblivion. With her battered body suspended and her feet bound in wooden shackles, Xiaohong and Fred achieved an ultimate unity and harmony of mind and body.

Fred didn't know how much time had passed; it felt like a dream. He saw Xiaohong still hanging high on the rack, her feet still limply fixed in the shackles. She seemed to have awakened from her trance, her eyes still somewhat glazed, faint tear tracks on her cheeks. As the excitement faded, perhaps only this pain remained as a reminder; she endured the pain and waited quietly.

Fred looked at Xiaohong, and Xiaohong looked back at him calmly, at the man who had possessed her both spiritually and physically, the one who had given her a blissful, yet intensely painful, experience. She finally understood the true meaning of everything Fred had done, and how he would treat her from now on.

Fred's heart was filled with tenderness. He gently asked, "Should I put you down?"

Xiaohong gently shook her head, continuing to gaze at Fred, her eyes filled with admiration and expectation. Fred quickly removed the support board from Little Red's feet and lowered her from the hanger. He picked her up, carried her through the small door, and went into his bedroom...

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