Wolk
The howny wabbit
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Steven Briens
30
White, slightly tanned, somewhat skinny build, fair hair.
Seth Srinisingh
35
Indian, dark complexion, average build, black hair.
For someone like Steven, who grew up and lived in an industrialized civilization's megapolis all his life, it was hard to imagine that there was a world where things were very different. We all can read about it in books, of course, but it doesn't even begin to get across this feeling of time standing still. It has been standing still since the dawn of civilization: people still work the land by hand, plow their fields on bulls, and keep ancient traditions with regard to positions in society. Who could have thought that a landlord would have the authority to order his tenant peasants beaten in the 21st century?! And what is amazing is that this system very much managed to turn a profit and compete with the outside world in prices on its agricultural commodities. Without the need for the kind of government subsidies Western farmers enjoy.
Steven Briens first fell in love with the nature and the tranquility of the place. He had struck it big in his business, but instead of pushing his luck and either becoming the next Bill Gates or going bankrupt trying, he cashed out and used his wealth to buy anything he desired. What he desired then, was a humongous tea garden property in India, complete with a huge and opulent plantation mansion, and over a thousand ******t peasants - people whose families lived on these lands for generations. He thought at first this was going to be no different than owning an apartment complex in New York. He was wrong. Thankfully, his plantation manager Seth was there to explain how things worked.
One day he brought a peasant woman with two girls, looking in their early twenties or late teens. They didn't, apparently, pay their rent in a long time, and were facing eviction and debtors' punishment. Steven took pity on the family, especially since they were all so beautiful: the mature, full-breasted mother and her youthful, slender, firm-bodied daughters.
"I'm sure we can wait another month, Seth," Steven said with a gracious smile. His manager then requested a word in private.
"Forgive me, sir, but I noticed how you are looking at these women. You can have them if you desire, you know this?"
Of course, Steven didn't. What was ment to be a word in private turned into an hour-long conversation, through which the peasant woman and her daughters were to wait outside of hearing range by close enough to be summoned. Finally, they were called again.
"Each of you approach and introduce yourselves," Steven told them.
30
White, slightly tanned, somewhat skinny build, fair hair.
Seth Srinisingh
35
Indian, dark complexion, average build, black hair.
For someone like Steven, who grew up and lived in an industrialized civilization's megapolis all his life, it was hard to imagine that there was a world where things were very different. We all can read about it in books, of course, but it doesn't even begin to get across this feeling of time standing still. It has been standing still since the dawn of civilization: people still work the land by hand, plow their fields on bulls, and keep ancient traditions with regard to positions in society. Who could have thought that a landlord would have the authority to order his tenant peasants beaten in the 21st century?! And what is amazing is that this system very much managed to turn a profit and compete with the outside world in prices on its agricultural commodities. Without the need for the kind of government subsidies Western farmers enjoy.
Steven Briens first fell in love with the nature and the tranquility of the place. He had struck it big in his business, but instead of pushing his luck and either becoming the next Bill Gates or going bankrupt trying, he cashed out and used his wealth to buy anything he desired. What he desired then, was a humongous tea garden property in India, complete with a huge and opulent plantation mansion, and over a thousand ******t peasants - people whose families lived on these lands for generations. He thought at first this was going to be no different than owning an apartment complex in New York. He was wrong. Thankfully, his plantation manager Seth was there to explain how things worked.
One day he brought a peasant woman with two girls, looking in their early twenties or late teens. They didn't, apparently, pay their rent in a long time, and were facing eviction and debtors' punishment. Steven took pity on the family, especially since they were all so beautiful: the mature, full-breasted mother and her youthful, slender, firm-bodied daughters.
"I'm sure we can wait another month, Seth," Steven said with a gracious smile. His manager then requested a word in private.
"Forgive me, sir, but I noticed how you are looking at these women. You can have them if you desire, you know this?"
Of course, Steven didn't. What was ment to be a word in private turned into an hour-long conversation, through which the peasant woman and her daughters were to wait outside of hearing range by close enough to be summoned. Finally, they were called again.
"Each of you approach and introduce yourselves," Steven told them.