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eosphoroz · 1 year
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That painting in the back is 'Slave Auction' by Jean-Michel Basquiat.
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And even if it's symbolic of episode 6's theme (abuse/slave-type entanglement) and it serves as a background to Louis's story... this painting is there for another reason.
Armand is a specialist at interior decoration and this apartment screams Armand more than it does Louis. And you know what else screams Armand? That painting. Because it is his story in color and lines.
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And in case you're wondering, yes, I am crying. Thank you so much for asking.
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pulpsandcomics2 · 3 months
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Auction
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creative-controller · 11 months
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Auctions and institutions
Imagine a drawing or photo or video you've seen of a slave auction. (I'm talking about female slaves, of course, not the icky kind of historical, race-based slavery.) Can you picture it? The girl or girl standing stripped on the auction block, exposed to a crowd of leering, lustful men shouting lewd remarks as the auctioneer's assistant paws at her body, smirking and cackling as he revels in her humiliation? Yes?
Good. Now, what's wrong with that picture?
If you said that it's wrong to sell women as property, then you're on the wrong blog. Shoo!
No, it's all those men. They're behaving as if they're starring in some male fantasy! All their remarks, their smirks and exaggerated expressions, the way they grope at the girls' body as if it's the first one they've ever seen ... all that goes to suggest that this is an astonishing state of affairs, that they have a nude woman up for sale to the highest bidder, to be exploited and used for men's sexual pleasure.
And that's a real shame. Because one of the most exciting ideals in the control and ownership of women, especially exciting for women themselves, is the aspect of institutionalization. The idea that a slave girl isn't just the victim of an isolated man who decided to take her (in which case she might be able to escape from him), but has been enslaved within a matrix of societal and legal support for female slavery, an institution that supports and approves of such slavery and will enforce it. When slavery is an institution, then a girl can't hope to escape or return to freedom. She becomes simply another piece of property, a commodity to buy and sell, a plaything or pet or servant or sex toy for men. She's not important or special.
Besides the greater psychological impact the institutionalized system has on a girl, it also increases her feeling of objectification.
Which brings us back to the auction scene. In a society of institutionalized slavery, why would the men in the room be behaving as if this were some novelty or rare occurrence? Vending girls would be an everyday event, mundane even. Naturally men would still enjoy parading helpless females in front of them, stripping them, evaluating their appeal and desirability ... but it would be a matter-of-fact occasion, and all the leering and mustache-twirling would look very much out of place.
As a side note, searching for "slave auction" on Pornhub results in a sanctimonious warning that you may be looking for "illegal and abusive sexual material". Seriously, guys?
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kp777 · 10 months
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Lauren Davila made a stunning discovery as a graduate student at the College of Charleston: an ad for a slave auction larger than any historian had yet identified. The find yields a new understanding of the enormous harm of such a transaction.
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[....] ProPublica reached out to Edward Ball, who lives in Connecticut, to see if he had come across details about the sale during his research.
He said that 25 years ago when he wrote “Slaves in the Family,” he knew an enormous auction followed Ball Jr.’s death, “and yet I don’t think I contemplated it enough in its specific horror.” He saw the sale in the context of many large slave auctions the Balls orchestrated. Only a generation earlier, the estate of Ball Jr.’s father had sold 367 people. “It is a kind of summit in its cruelty,” Ball said of the auction of 600 humans. “Families were broken apart, and children were sold from their parents, wives sold from their husbands. It breaks my heart to envision it.” And it gets worse. [....]
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hummingbird-of-light · 10 months
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June of Doom Day 15
15. “Please.” 
| Blindfold | Pressure Points | Scream |
TW: MATURE CONTENT! slave auction, humans as products, threats of slaughter, threats of violence, threats of major character death, off-screen slaughter/death, psychological whump, naked character, description of slaughter
A/N: Based on my one-shot collection
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"Sold to the beautiful lady in blue!"
The voice of the auctioneer reached his ears and Scotty's eyes opened wide. He shook his head in panic.
No, no, no! Anything but this! Please...
He still wasn't too sure about how he had ended up on this stage. His landing party had been kidnapped by slave traders and the Enterprise hadn't been able to find them.
His crewmates had been killed, trying to escape, so all he had been able to do was wait. Wait for his friends. Wait for someone to find and save him.
But no one had come.
And then this auction had started. Two people had bidden for him.
A man who wanted him to work under horrible conditions... and a woman who planned something even worse.
The lady was the owner of a restaurant and apparently she had a favor for exotic delicacies. And her next big success on the menu was supposed to be Scott.
A bright smile crossed the alien woman's face as she ordered two members of her staff onto the stage to grab the chains, attached to the Scotsman.
They made their way through the crowd, the buyer leading the small group, and Scotty tried his best to pull at the chains.
He had to break free! He had to get away!
His screams and whimpers were muffled by the gag in his mouth. No one seemed to care for his fear or panic though.
He heard some people asking the woman when first orders could be made. He saw their longing eyes on him so he closed his own eyes and tried his best to block out their voices.
He couldn't hear this. Or else he'd throw up which was a bad idea with a gag in his mouth.
The woman and her minions brought the engineer to a shuttle where he was thrown into a single cell.
While the men started the shuttle, the lady stayed with him. Her eyes shone brightly as she reached through the bars with her hand and once again ran her long fingers across his cheek. She had done so before to check his skin, claiming that it was soft and of great quality.
"I can't wait to try a piece of you myself," she said and Scotty backed away as far as he could. The cell wasn't too big.
His breathing was quick and he felt his heart racing horribly. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to have a heart attack so that he wouldn't have to meet this horrible fate consciously. He could only hope for it.
He closed his eyes once again, sending a silent pray to whoever would hear him.
'Help me. Please.'
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When the shuttle landed and they reached their point of destination, Scotty felt sick to his stomach.
The lady, who apparently was called Miss Farie, if he had heard the name right from the staff, led them out of the shuttle to a transporter. The back of the vehicle was big enough for five to ten persons, but apparently Scott had been the only purchase the woman had made that day.
"Take a look at this beautiful planet. It will be the last thing you see," one of the staff joked and Scotty couldn't help but follow the order.
He looked around. The planet really was gorgeous. There were lots of plants and flowers, but in the distance, Scott could make out a town.
He swallowed.
He'd die in that town, served to the inhabitants of this planet as delicacy.
Before he could say or do anything, a blindfold was wrapped around his head. He couldn't see anything through the dark piece of cloth.
Scotty winced and whimpered, when the door was closed and the vehicle started.
He was a lamb on the way to the slaughter. Nothing more.
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He could smell various scents when the backdoor of the transporter was opened again and he knew that they were near the restaurant.
Strong arms pulled him out of the car and he almost stumbled when they started to pull him along.
He wanted to cry, but there were no more tears left to do so. All hope was lost.
"Oh, fresh goods? That thing looks delicious," he heard a female voice and the voice of Miss Farie answered.
"I bought it in an auction just today. If you just wait a bit, I'm sure you can have one of the first pieces."
Scotty shuddered at the dialogue. He wasn't a piece of meat! He was a human being!
"Sounds great. I'll keep it in mind."
At the end of the conversation, the Scotsman was forced to move once again.
His feet got heavier with each step and he tried his best to stop walking, but the men were too strong. They simply dragged him along.
"Put it in the cell over there. We'll get it ready to be served right away," Miss Farie ordered and Scotty heard her heels on the ground as she stepped away.
He was put in a small cell once again, but this time he could hear noises around him.
There were more people. Other species waiting for their horrible end.
Doors were opened, followed by the sound of staff members dragging the others away.
Scotty was trembling. He didn't want this! He didn't want to die!
And suddenly there were voices. One belonged to Miss Farie, but the other?
Scotty knew it. It was just so familiar, but at first, he couldn't say whom it belonged to.
Only when Miss Farie said a name, the engineer's blood turned cold as ice.
"There it is, Mr. Singh. As you can see, it is in a good shape."
Mr. Singh. Scotty's heart skipped a beat.
Khan! The male voice belonged to Khan Noonien Singh. The augment who had killed Jim three years ago. The augment who had been put back to cryo-sleep after his trial. How could he be here?
So many questions filled Scotty's mind, however, he had other problems at the moment.
"It does look... delicious, I have to admit."
Fear mixed with anger. Of course Khan would use his chance to get revenge. Of course he'd have a piece of him - a fillet piece if possible.
"Why the blindfold?" Khan's voice sounded disgustingly interested. He was enjoying this a lot.
"Oh, I am a generous woman, Mr. Singh. I do not want my goods to see their demise. And... maybe I'm a bit selfish too, because I don't like to see that sad look in its eyes. A lady can only take so much."
"Of course."
Scotty tried to pull at his chains, but failed horribly. There was no way out.
"If you agree, I'd really like to see how the dish is prepared."
Khan had stepped closer to the cell; Scott could hear it. There was a malicious undertone in his voice. It sent shivers down the Scotsman's spine.
"Of course, Mr. Singh. Anything for Lady Freymis' partner. I wanted to wait a bit longer to change the menu, but if you insist... Remis, Harlock - come here."
Miss Farie's order was followed by steps. Two people joined their boss and Khan.
"Let's give Mr. Singh a tour, show him around."
The door to the cell was opened and Scotty was dragged out once again.
The more he tried to resist, the harder they pulled at him. He couldn't do anything, but follow them.
"First of all, we clean the goods. We use a special type of water which kills off any bacteria. On top of that, it makes the flesh juicier."
Scotty felt the staff members rip off his clothes. Blood rushed to his cheeks, once he was standing there, naked, freezing.
Only a moment later his body was wet. They showered him. From head to toe.
Tears mixed with water. Apparently they had found its way out again. Scotty cried and a soft wail escaped his mouth.
For weeks he had wished to take a hot shower, but not like this. Not to be slaughtered afterwards.
"I see. This way you make sure that the flesh isn't contaminated."
Scotty could hear the grin in Khan's voice. This was way too much fun for him.
"Yes, that's right. Next up, we anoint the body with a special mixture of oil and seasonings. This gives the meat a special taste."
The water stopped and Scott was dragged over to what felt like a cold operating table. They forced him to lie down on his stomach, chaining him to it somehow.
What followed next, was the most horrible massage he could imagine.
"We keep it alive for this step, because the mixture soaks in better this way," Miss Farie explained, running a hand across Scotty's bare back.
"After a few minutes, we end the procedure as quick and gentle as possible. We chop off the head. The most painless method."
Once again, Scotty shook his head.
"No... please..."
His words were muffled by the gag, but he still tried to get them out.
"So, this is it. The dish can be served any moment now."
He was no food! He was no piece of meat!
"Very interesting. Thank you for showing me, Miss Farie."
"It was my pleasure." The owner of the restaurant sounded quite pleased. She had had her fun with this tour.
"Now... I would like to buy this human."
"Of course, Mr. Singh. What piece would you like? Belly meat, ribs, loin?"
Khan's next words were the biggest yet most wonderful surprise to Scotty.
"No, you don't understand. I want to buy it. Alive."
A strange spark of hope glimmed in the engineer's heart once more. He didn't understand Khan's reasons, but that didn't matter at the moment. All he needed was to get out of this place.
However, the hope was soon enough destroyed by Miss Farie's insecure chuckle.
"Mr. Singh, please. I can't do that. This delicacy is worth a million. My customers will pay a lot for just a tiny bit of meat."
"I understand that, Miss Farie, however, I have a better offer to make."
Khan's voice sounded quite confident. Whatever that offer was, he seemed to be sure that Miss Farie wouldn't say no to it.
"Oh really? And what would that be?"
"If you leave this beautiful tidbit to me," a hand ran through Scotty's hair and he shivered at the touch, "then I'll deliver you as many humans as you want. And... something even more exotic."
Scotty gasped in shock. He knew what Khan was talking about, what he was planning.
"What would be more exotic than a human?" Miss Farie didn't sound too convinced. But that changed once she heard Khan's answer.
"A Vulcan."
Scotty shook his head.
No! No! Not his crew! Not his family!
"A Vulcan?"
"All I need is this human and I'll make you the richest woman on this whole planet."
There was a long moment of silence. Scotty could feel the tension in the room.
But eventually, Miss Farie talked again.
"How can I trust you?"
"First of all, you know my partner. If you don't trust me, then she'll be very disappointed and we won't come back again. And secondly... I'll pay you an advance of 1,500,000."
Scotty's heart beat out of his chest. He didn't want to endanger his crew, but... he didn't want to end up on someone's plate either.
"All right. We have a deal, Mr. Singh."
Relief washed over the Scotsman when he heard Miss Farie's decision.
He would live!
"You won't regret your choice."
After asking to stow the purchase in Khan's car, the augment left the room. Scotty didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't care less at the moment.
His body stiffened at the fingers running down his back again and at the voice whispering next to his ear.
"It's really a pity. But I guess, today's your lucky day."
With that Miss Farie left, heels clacking on the floor.
"Get it dressed again. Our special on the menu will have to wait."
A door closed and Scotty knew that he was saved. Now he'd just have to survive Khan and stop his plan. 
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Two months later they found him. His crew managed to save him, not falling for any of Khan's traps. And even though Scotty was the happiest man in the whole universe, he'd never forget the horrors he'd been through.
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portal-to-the-past · 1 year
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Spicy-Adventure Stories - June 1938 
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I'm looking for a loyal and serious slave,inbox me if interested
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negrolicity · 1 year
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claimyourkin · 2 years
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Mapping the Slave Trade in New Orleans created in 2015 by The Historic New Orleans Collection for the exhibition Purchased Lives: New Orleans and the Domestic Slave Trade. Base map: Norman's Plan of New Orleans and Environs 1849; hand-colored engraving by Shields and Hammond, engravers; Benjamin Moore Norman, publisher THNOC, gift of Boyd Cruise, 1952.29
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c-m-n-f · 1 year
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Ah, classic slave auction. A little more convincing than most, this one. The details - action pose of the auctioneer, the simply numbered lot herself, the lascivious side-eye from the guy in the apron - beautifully done.
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qupritsuvwix · 10 months
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