Unremitting Toil
A slave’s unremitting toil under his taskmaster’s angry lash is broken only by the sounds of joyous laughter coming from the slave’s owners as they relax in the shade.
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The slave's owners relax in the shade as they live off the fruits of his unremitting labour |
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'Work harder, slave! Clean those rocks for your masters... |
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...or you'll continue to feel the biting STING of my lash!... |
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...Remember, my WHIP is never far from your back... |
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...Work, slave!... Work!' |
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Meanwhile, the slave's mistress and master enjoy watching the taskmaster goading the slave |
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Their shoes and socks glisten in the midday sun |
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I'll wager the work slave's menial mouth will have tasted not just the leather of his master's mighty loafers... |
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...but also the sweat from his master's sultry socks! |
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Plus, of course, the tastes and smells of his mistress's sneakers and socks! |
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The slave's nose will undoubtedly have been required to respectfully trace the lines of stitching in his pretty mistress's blue and white socks! |
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'Haha, the slave works under the lash while we relax!', quips master Simon sir jubilantly to his lovely wife |