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On Human slavery under Uraz: Prehistoric

This chapter will give an overview of human slavery under Uraz rule in prehistory. Humans and Uraz have existed together since before homo-sapians in there current form. Neanderthal and other proto humans fossilized remains have been found in Uraz burial-stone-piles carefully posed and arrayed surrounding their masters remains dating back to neolithic times. Uraz Cave paintings depict humans in what are considered 'pit corrals', and figures of humans are common in archaeological collections of ancient Uraz artifacts. The Uraz need of humans for there reproduction and survival makes this an unsurprising topic. Its not fully clear what the relationship was between early and proto humans and their bovid partners. It is thought that the relations may have started in a symbolic relation, with humans providing sexual and reproductive services and the bovids providing protection and warmth. It seems at some point that protection may have come at the price of freedom for some early humans, setting the tone for the future. Both cave paintings and archaeological excavations support the early 'pit-corrals' where early proto humans were kept in large open pits. Arguments have been made that Early Uraz were attacking and capturing humans for breeding; but no human remains have been yet found from those time periods with any signs of trauma. Some have theorized that a form of mutually agreed symbiosis was agreed between individual human and Uraz tribes, and Uraz scholars indicate a oral history of humans worshiping Uraz.

-Approximately 9000 BCE-

Herdoc the fox-shaman returned to his people. He wiped the sweat from his tanned brow, and adjusted the fox-pelt adorning his head and neck. He was not happy about the discussion he would have with his band. The faces of his band looked at him anxiously, he saw all five of his brothers, all five of their women, and their one surviving elder. As he returned, they all closed in on him, placing their hands on his face or shoulders welcoming his return. The youngest male spoke first, in a rabble asking what had happened. After the flurry of questions and exclamations died down the grandfather spoke and all younger silenced themselves.

“What are they then?" He asked slowly.

“Great father, they are not gods. But their magic is deep." Herdoc said taking his blind elders hand in his.

“What did they want? Did they accept our offerings?" He asked.

“Yes great father, they did. They were pleased, I think."

“And you said they have magic?" He asked.

“Yes, I saw Sun-rock magic, and plant-root-magic at their camp."

“Are you sure?" the older mans brow furrowed.

“Yes, two of them had spears, as long as me and three brothers are tall combined! On the tip, instead of bone or rock was Sun-rock... It reflected sun just like water does."

“And the plant root-magic?"

“They had leaves-and-roots growing in magic circles around there camp. There were enough roots to feed us all for a winter!"

The elder just looked past and through all of his band in silence.

“Fox-son, will they allow us to camp the night here? Will they let us cross the river at their camp at day break?"

“N-no great father." The young shaman looked concerned, and the band gasped, some of the brothers gripped their spears and clubs tight grimacing in anger.

“We should attack them tonight!" Shouted one brother.

“Lets follow the river south!" Shouted a sister. “But the hunters will catch us!" Cried another.

The elder raised his hand and closed his eyes, and the band fell silent.

The fox-shaman spoke after a moment. They said we could cross the river now, but we would have to give them our sisters as mates." Again the brothers growled, and the sisters wailed.

Never!" Shouted one brother, raising his spear. “They will not sleep with my woman!" He barked.

“Then will the hunters kill you and sleep with her?" The elder bit back. Turning back tho the shaman he nodded.

The shaman continued “They also said we could choose instead to stay in their camp for the winter, and they would protect us from the hunters. That we could eat from there roots, and in summer we could cross their river."

“What offering do they demand for that?" Asked the elder.

“They want our sisters of age to become heavy with their kind before first snow, and our brothers of age to keep their sons warm."

“I wouldn't be fucked by a goat or a mammoth! Nor a bull!" One brother burst out angrily.

“This is a great hill for our band to climb!" Exclaimed the elder, surprised at the difficult terms. And the sisters sobbed.

“They were clear that they did not have to do anything, and if they wanted they could just decide so for us. Great father, they have twice our number, and fire-metal." The fox-shaman said.

“Yes, and we have hunters following our band. We have little choice other than if we keep our sisters." He said gravely.

The looks of opposition from the brothers, and concern from the sisters all fell on the great father. He turned to them and spoke:

“We will not give our sisters away to the bull-men. They will stay with us as we winter in the bull-camp." The brothers growled in discontent, and the sisters looked pale.

“This is much like making two bands as one. We will be one band this winter, and then in summer we will all leave." There was discontent murmuring, but no challenges. With the hunters so close, there was little option in the matter.

The humans did as the bull men said. The shaman, carrying all there spears, walked to the camp and gave them as offering. The bulls accepted and the humans were allowed to approach the camp. The camp was surrounded by boulders in a small ridge, with bovids standing guard atop the ridge. A tangle of thorn bushes surrounded the ridge making approach difficult from all but one point. The humans approach the gap and bulls came up armed with spears. The youngest bull came over and pulled the hides off of a brother, leaving him bare. Two other young bulls came from the camp and did the same to the others.

A tan bull approached the shaman.

“You will honor our agreement? You will protect our great father?" The shaman asked the bull.

“We will. Will you honor our agreement? Will you offer yourself to be my son's female?" The bull asked.

The humans gasped and shifted uneasily.

“I...I will." The fox-shaman said.

Two bulls approached him and each took him by the arm instead of stripping him. As he was taken away and in to the camp. the others fretted.

“He is ours now." The bull announced. “He belongs to my son. I promise in exchange for this your great-father will not be made to keep our sons warm."

As he turned and re entered the camp, the bulls seized the humans and herded them with spears in through the entrance too.

-Later-

The nights for the females were long, they were fucked by several hand chosen bulls until slowly all of them one by one became heavy with calves.

Them men protested and resisted but they were kept tied to posts, or otherwise bound as dark fell. Once the females were exhausted and sleeping in the arms of the bulls, the men had some quiet time to reflect before the young bulls that comprised dusk-watch returned after midnight. Then their night would just begin, as virile bulls with raging hormones of a young male in mid puberty entered the corral in pairs, each pair choosing a man to keep them warm and help them sleep. After several hours of bellowing, moaning, sharp and soft cries, and many orgasms, the night watch and men would drift into a sleep before dawn. They would sleep till the sun was past mid sky, when the men would be waken to tend to the plants and clean the camp, sort and dry roots, mushrooms, and seeds or smoke fish and meat.

As the men worked the pregnant females would be lounging and those without would be cleaning hides. But before the sun set the older chosen bulls would return from hunting or stalking, and start caressing and handling the females, much to the aggravation of the men. And at sun set the men were again taken to the corral and bound, only to watch and hear the bigger bulls loudly impregnate the men's females again. It became rougher for the men once each man's woman was impregnated by a bull, because then he demanded the use of the woman's man once she was too heavy to safely fuck.

And so the cycle of the year continued until spring when the pregnant women gave birth to caves, and started nursing. Summer was soon, and the caves would be weened before the humans were to be freed.

Each man was tattooed with a bull symbol on his buttocks marking him for life. They were told they could return any winter and be cared for. The men left the camp that summer now shy, quiet, and docile. The females no longer fretting and feeling much more promiscuous and confident - in a decision made without male input - they chose unanimously to stay in the bull's camp and rear the caves they birthed. The great father, who had been spared from becoming a cock warmer by the shaman's self sacrifice had passed peacefully in his sleep mid winter. So the men now leaderless and confused from a winter of both being treated as females, and having there females choose to leave them, set out nude, disarmed, and in silence. After two nights cold hungry and uncertainty, each going there own ways, they slowly returned to the bulls encampment one by one. They each told themselves it was just for a night or two, just for the food.

End.