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The stronger the slave, the heavier the restraints chosen to control him. His physical power only earns him thicker iron and less freedom.

Photos: Shackleford’s Male Captives

A fit plantation couple is presented at auction, but the market is already overcrowded with similar captives. With too many for sale and too few buyers, even strong healthy workers struggle to attract bids.

Gallery: Shackleford’s Male Captives

The chained pair waits sadly beside the wagon while their owner drinks in the tavern. They know the moment he returns, the exhausting cart-pulling journey will begin.

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“He’ll never escape from here - I guarantee it,” the blacksmith says as he fastens the heavy restraints, confident that the man is now completely secured.

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The cart puller’s battered bare foot shows that the labor does not end in the fields. After harvesting, the crop still has to be hauled away by wagon under the same brutal conditions.

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At auction, the condition in which a captive is presented can strongly influence how buyers judge his value.

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I wonder if my master will like the new shackles the blacksmith has fitted to me. The chains feel heavier now, and I know they were chosen to keep me exactly where I belong.

Unreal Sadness Photo gal.: Forged Into Bondage

At the auction they expect us to wear the nose ring because chains alone do not always stop resistance. The pain is enough to make even the strongest captive obey when they pull me forward.

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I wish the master would come back soon. The sun is burning both me and the horse, and neither of us can escape the heat while we wait.

Photos: Forged Into Bondage

The blacksmith finished fitting my restraints long ago, yet he still lingers beside me. I can feel his attention on me, and I cannot understand why he is taking so long to let me go. I'm sure he loves the smell of my body!

Photo Gallery: Forged Into Bondage

I love the taste of this water we have not been given a drink for almost a whole day. I doubt I will need to urinate; soon enough, the heat and hard work will sweat every drop out of me.

Photos: Thirst, Iron and Desire
Story: They Let Us Drink at the Stream

The old master looks at me in such a strange way, almost as if he has fallen in love with me. I don’t know whether that should comfort me or make me even more afraid.

Photos: Thirst, Iron and Desire

He admires the new bit with a pleasure I cannot share, watching how it holds my mouth open and steals my dignity. I feel his happiness pressed close to my shame, and I know this restraint was chosen more for him than for me.

Photo gallery: Shopping for Shackles
Short video: Shopping for Her Chains

I watch him touch the thickest chain and pray he chooses something lighter. My ankles already feel the future weight, and I am ashamed of how frightened I am by a piece of metal.

Photo gallery: Shopping for Shackles

No one in the shop seems surprised by my dirty feet; for a slave, it is almost expected. I feel the chain at my ankles and remember that bare soles have been my place in the world for as long as I can remember.

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When he chained my arms above me, I already knew my ankles would be next. I feel the fixed iron being chosen for my body, terrified that by the time we reach the register, the shackles will no longer be removable.

Photo gallery: Shopping for Shackles

In the shackle aisle, masters can see how collars, ankle cuffs, and chains look on a real slave woman before choosing their purchase.

It feels almost like a slave market, except this display girl is not for sale, only the iron on her body is.

Photo gallery: Shopping for Shackles

A naked enslaved woman stands beside her master, filthy, sweaty, disheveled, and bound in shackles. The ornate Baroque palace sharply contrasts with her sunburned, dirt-streaked body, dragged in from the scorching plantation.

The gentlemen in the salon cannot help noticing her strange, misplaced allure, and the raw scent of heat, labor, and shame that follows her. She lowers her eyes, embarrassed, yet secretly moved by their attention.

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A New-Shackleton reporter struggles to interview a restrained woman on live television, as the bit in her mouth makes even the simplest answers slow, awkward, and painfully difficult.

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A New-Shackleton reporter interviews a shackled woman locked inside a public display cage, where the rental office presents its slaves to passing customers before they are chosen for the day.

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