Flash forward (a few years in the future)

A few years later, business and browsing led me somehow to the website of the labour **** company. I hadn't thought about Ruby in a while, but the website brought her right back into the front of my mind, and so I decided to do a bit of browsing through the site. I looked through their images section, designed to show potential sellers what the company used slaves for, and by amazing chance, suddenly, there she was.

It took me a delayed second to recognise her. The image was one of many, and I clicked on it to enlarge it. Looking at her face and body, it was unmistakably Ruby. The photo showed her in a sandy, rocky, desert-like area. Stark naked, she was pulling a large cart of rubble and sandy rocks, her whole lithe body straining to shift the weight. Her hair was unevenly hacked relatively short, just above her jawline, though her pubic hair had grown unattended. Her body was covered in dust and grime, and browned and reddened by the burn of the sun, and it was also a little fitter and skinnier, her bones showing a bit more, than when I had kept her, understandably. Her arms, raised either side of her shoulders, were clamped by the wrists into permanent-looking manacles on the extended handles of the cart, and by the looks of the red rubbing around her wrists, they had been restrained there for a very long time. A thick metal collar around her neck also connected her to the cart by a chain. Her legs were captured in mid-step, straining, and her feet looked hard, worn and rough.

I examined her surroundings - it was clearly an intensely hot sun that shone in the sky, and the little rocky desert hills stretched for as far as the photo showed. Behind her and a little to the right and out of focus, a male Arab overseer, dressed comfortably in flowing white robes and a head covering, held a cruel-looking black whip in his hand, clearly ready for use. "So this is what my darling Ruby is up to in life these days" I thought, with grim humour. After admiring the strain of her body and the lithe look of her muscular nakedness for a bit, I zoomed in and looked deep into the face of the **** girl in the photo.

There, I saw my darling girlfriend of many years, my companion who had shared my bed and body, who had brought me so much pleasure. Her face was furrowed in physical strain and emotional pain, dirty, burnt, and utterly defeated but **** by the captivity of her body to just keep on going. I knew she must dream of her years in my comfortable home, in my comfortable bed, and know that it was the best her life would ever get. Maybe she had thought when she was serving me that by being as obedient and pleasing as she could, she could be granted lifelong companionship by me. Alas, I'm sorry baby. In return for the pleasure she brought me, I gave her a fitting fulfillment for a **** who was born to serve, and now she was continuing to bring me pleasure as I looked upon this photo of her life and thought about how different it turned out to my own.

Beside me in my double bed, as I looked at the photo and mulled these thoughts over in my head, my sexy black ****-girlfriend Stella had her naked body pressed against mine, her chocolatey leg wrapped over me, as we had been lying for ages, and continued to nibble, kiss and suck my neck, just as I liked. I eventually closed the laptop lid on the photo of Ruby, put her out of my mind, and returned my sexual attentions to the beauty beside me.