(Bad End) A mining company

Christina wanted to collapse but she knew she would feel the sting of the whip if she did. She had lost track of how long she had been enslaved to this mine but she thought it had been weeks. Not that it mattered too much, given that there was no escape. The mines were too well guarded, especially given all of the narrow passages. And her chains were so heavy and tight. The shackles of her wrists were given just enough links for her to hold her pick and to push a mine cart, and her leg manacles let her hobble painfully slow. After all, she didn’t need to go anywhere far, just from the rocks she toiled at to the gold repository a few feet away.

She was still just as naked as she was at the auction, except for her heavy, iron collar, a reminder of her new life. While she didn’t receive anymore brands or tattoos, her skin was now covered with grime, whip marks...and dried cum. The overseers had no issues using her and the other slaves as long as they met their quota. And so Christina was **** to toil away for 16 hours a day, digging up gold for some rich noble she would never see. Her “time off” was typically being plowed and used by one of the guards or, if she was lucky, curled up with her fellow slaves. Their company was the only comfort she would ever experience again, her previous life as a mercenary but a distant memory.