Hard Labour
I am serving a life sentence of hard labour in the stone quarry situated just outside the capital city of the Gynarchy, Barbaria. I am 7 years into my life sentence which, if I live to be the full threescore years and ten, means that I have further 35 years to serve. Mind you, if I live to be 80 it only means I have a further 45 years to serve, for I shall never be released from my hard labour in the quarry. I was sentenced to a life of hard labour because my erstwhile mistress, mistress Angelica, falsely accused me of looking at another mistress’s feet without permission. I say ‘falsely’ accused me, but, of course, there is no such thing as a ‘false’ accusation by a superior female under the laws of the Gynarchy. A mistress’s testimony is always regarded as gospel in the Female Courts, and, as a mere male slave I was not permitted to mount a defence. And quite right too! And so it was inevitable that the Female Court would find me guilty and sentence me to a lif...