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The contessa had them put in irons and chains, to make them immediately taste their new status in life. Barefooted, in heavy iron collars, iron manacles, and leg irons, they crawled the full four kilometers to her estate, the whip never far away, and often flaying upon unaccustomed virgin skin.
The slaves' tears and protestations fell on deaf ears - they were only property now, her animals. In fact, after the first kilometer, they were instructed never to talk like a human being again. That whip ascertained that they never did. They only whimpered softly when it urged them on, sometimes not so softly when a still sore nipple was targetted.
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