By Xhumil
xhumil@protonmail.com
Copyright 2022 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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Chapter 22
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Hierarchy
The school term is slowly moving, two weeks in now and i've mostly been
kept very close to miss Carrie, Jenny or Doug. All three keep my
loincloth on me still which is great, although somehow i don't feel
Doug is all together happy with me being clothed, he still gets to play
with my dick whenever he wants, so i'm sure he's not missing out on
anything, but his sulking in public sure looks like he hates my new
privacy. Its been nice to be clothed though, I feel like i'm starting
to become a little like Eetu. Its been like a lightswitch this term,
such a massive change in people, or maybe me. I think i've gained some
confidence since i've been clothed so much, if you can call a ragged
tea-towel hung in front of my dick clothing.
i've been
building on the strategies from last term, namely walking with speed
and purpose and stating i'm on an errand for my mistress, even when
not, and further protecting myself from unwanted proxy ownership by
begging nice people to take proxy ownership of me between classes. It
really annoys me that A.6 has none of these problems. As a dedicated
slave he just follows Lucy and is out of bounds from serving others. I
sometimes wish i wasn't 2 years above my mistress so all this proxy
ownership nonsense in school would go away. Thankfully, all the nice
ones seem to be following miss Carrie's lead and keep my loincloth on
me. It used to be a symbol of ownership proving who i was currently
serving. The nice proxy owners now use my flip flops as the batton of
ownership rather than my loincloth. It got to the point when i started
wondering how i ever coped with being naked at all. Until today…in
Geography.
As you probably know, Geography is my most hated
lesson. There is no one in that bunch of losers i'd dare beg to serve,
so have been finding creative ways to stay away from the pack when
arriving and leaving the classroom. Bamber has been bunking off quite a
bit lately and so far missed a load of Geography lessons this term.
I guess he's been caught now and threatened with the usual school
threats because today, like a nightmare coming true he was back in
Geography. He was making it clear he didn't want to be there by being
as disruptive as possible. i'd managed to join the queue outside the
class with the others just as Mr. Granger '2-poles' had arrived, and so
far avoided Bamber. 2-Poles was in one of his inconclusive moods, the
kind where he could turn bad at any moment. So, anyway, the lesson
smeared its self slowly across the clock, punctuated frequently by
Bamber's antics, which seemed to make time slower rather than
entertainingly faster. Mr Granger must have had enough of Bamber, or
just bored himself when he suddenly announced that he needed to go out.
He called me to the front and made me copy a map on the board. I don't
know why when he could have just displayed it from his device when he
got back, but it was something to do i suppose, so i complied and
diligently stood there at the board.
It was while i was up the
front drawing that Bamber snuck up and yanked off my loincloth. I was
so shocked by my sudden nudity that i covered my cock with my hands.
I've never done that, even at the very start i chose dignity over
modesty. This just seemed different. There was no servitude here, it
was simple bullying, plain, raw humiliation. He spun me round to face
the class, they were all laughing and whistling. “Come on boy, get the
rag” he said gleefully as he threw it to another thug” i knew this
game, they wanted me to uncover and free the meat, jump and let it
bounce. Debase myself for their joy. I resisted for a minute. I was
about to lunge when i was glad i didn't. 2-Poles returned and i was
glad of inactivity which saved me from punishment.
2-Poles
glanced down at my hands and clicked his fingers followed by a waving
finger. I knew what that gesture meant, reluctantly i moved my hands
aside to a whistle from the class as they got their unfettered view of
my goods for the first time in over a month.
“Whats happening
here?” Mr. Granger demanded of no one in particular. He looked at my
dick again, something he could have ordered me to uncover at any time
in the past, but appeared to revel in its exposure now. Having just
caught my loincloth before 2-Pole's entry Bamber still had it in front
of him which he quickly swiped behind his back, then dropped it on the
floor. “Give me that” 2-Poles demanded, pointing at the rag on the
floor. I couldn't wait for the cumuppance and Bamber's punishment, i
actually couldn't wait to cover up again when i got my loincloth back.
As Banber crpuched to retrieve the loincloth 2 Poles clicked his
fingers at me pointing at my flip flops. Puzzled i removed them and
handed them over.
On receipt of the loincloth Mr Granger
slapped Bamber a couple of times with the flip flops causing a stir and
amusement in the class. It pleased me no end, especially as it was my
flipflops causing the sting.
Mr Granger then demanded to
know what had been going on. Why was the slave now naked, graphically
demonstrating the point by holding my dick out, showing it to the
class. No one spoke. There were giggles, but nobody uttered a word. i
liked that he seemed to be sticking up for me.
“Alright,
Someone must have removed the rag.… Someone will be in trouble!” He
informed them as a threat. I envisaged a long succession of detentions
which would free me from probably the worst people in the whole school
if they were all held back. Again, no sound from the defiant mob apart
from a farting noise followed my laughter. “Right....if you don't know
when to play and when to behave, this toy will be confiscated till the
end of the day” he barked waving my loincloth. Wait, i wasn't even
playing. I was the victim, but i know a slave can't talk unless
addressed directly, and he wasn't looking at me. The news that my
precious covering was now confiscated spread over the class like a
tittering mexican wave. “Oh, you think its funny? I leave you with work
to do, and you play games!! Right then, its confiscated till the end of
the week! Make that the end of the term! See how you like that!” he
blasted “Now SIT DOWN, ALL OF YOU!” he then forcefully opened his desk
drawer and threw the cloth along with both flipflops into it slamming
it shut.
I froze to the spot for a second, exposed and shamed.
I dug deep and remembered my earlier resolve and dignity, straightened
up and slowly walked to the back of the class. “I don't want your dirty
slave arse on my furniture boy, where's your loincloth?”
“Sir, its..”
“Don't answer me back! No cloth, no chair!” he slammed, then made me
sit on the floor at the back of the class, legs open while he stared at
my dick for the rest of the lesson. I've spent months here with my dick
on show, as much as i can't get over the humiliation of that, people
can't seem to get over staring at it, and touching it. You'd have
thought they'd be bored of it by now, and see it as like one of my arms
or something. They don't. i was dreading hitting the corridors like
this again.
Sure enough the bell rang and i was to endure the
halls to get to my mistress for break before anyone could ‘own’ me. I
stayed on the floor until the class emptied but my mind just kept
racing, mapping a route with minimum exposure. “Get OUT!” 2-poles
screamed at me, spittle flailing in front of him, and i left with no
suitable plan.
The timing couldn't be worse, i was spat out
of the classroom door straight into a bubble of calm between 2 groups.
You'd think the calm was a good thing, it wasn't. It meant the second
group of students heading in my direction had a good clear view of me
with no one else to obscure it. I heard the whispers “casper's naked
again”, it was like an excited chant, only not. It spread then the
group in front turned to see what the commotion and whistling was
about. Why were they all so excited? I swear my dick is like a drug to
them, they see it and touch it then want more, more, more. I guess its
because they don't see enough of each others. They seriously need a
nude day here, that will calm them all down.
I bolted for the
stairs but another group of students were descending, taking the full
width, it was carnage, all three groups descended on me, it was like
day one all over again. They had my arms over my head in no time, i was
hardened up, fondled, poked prodded, a voice in my ear said that they'd
been missing my cock and wondered how long the new clothed regime would
last. I had no idea who said it. Well i did, but i didn't recognise
them. Then as quickly as the onslaught started it ended. OK someone
pulling me to climax was the punctuation, but before i could get my
breath back the halls became a ghost town and everyone had headed to
the playground. I abandoned the stairs and headed for the yard, dick
dripping and thoroughly pissed off.
I expected miss Carrie to
be annoyed at the school for confiscating my loincloth, she was more
annoyed at me for losing it, but she looked like she was secretly
pleased it was gone. She asked Lucy if A.6 could administer a beating,
then gave him her paddle. He knelt on the floor with one knee, and bent
me over the high leg and set forth with the beating hungrilly watched
and applauded by a baying mob. This was devastating, whats more,
between the slaps i heard miss Carrie telling Louise what a bad plan it
was, Bailey was a terrible psycho-babblist, and why shouldn't she have
a naked slave. I guessed that meant i wouldn't be getting a set of
clothing any time soon, or even a replacement loincloth .
slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Hierarchy
Boy
Well boy, perhaps if you are extremely good you could get a new
loincloth. Its about 6 weeks till the end of this term, I guess that
would be a long time for a real boy tp be naked in front of all his
peers, it would be terribly humiliating and degrading.
Its a good job you are a slave and have no peers.
Mr. Jenkins
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From:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE: Hierarchy
Dear uncle Jimmy
Well I tried what Bailey suggested just as you asked, and it was all for nothing.
Not only has casper now lost his clothing I wasn't even there when they stripped him to see the expression on his face.
I don't know why you keep listening to Bailey, he's not even qualified yet.
So, as my slave has now lost his covering, purposely ruining my fun, I
have decided not to replace it and leave him permanently naked as I
first planned before Bailey's interference.
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From:Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: Hierarchy
Darling Carrie
The whole plan was to resensitise your slave to nudity giving to more control over him.
I dare say that you know the rules better than anyone, and you could
have set up a covenant of servitude within the school forbidding anyone
from stripping him, protecting our experiment.
Just like you
could just have easily set up a covenant at the beginning of the year
to protect your brother's dignity allowing him to serve in his school
uniform with no danger of nudity.
Jim
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From:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE: Hierarchy
Now why would I want to do a thing like that uncle Jim.
If casper wants to lose his clothes, then so be it. He'll have to stay
naked. Lets see how he enjoys public boners all over again. Its what
Bailey called for isn't it? Then let the himiliation begin!
Love
Carrie
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Big trouble
Hi sir
i'm scared. i think i'm in serious trouble.
it all started this morning, well i guess really it started last week when my loincloth was confiscated.
Miss Carrie hasn't redressed me so now i live naked 24/7 without even
my flip flops. This mainly means no seat in class at school. I spend
most lessons sitting on the cold floor, standing in front of the class
or under the teacher’s desk massaging their feet. This is Mr Granger's
favourite position. i hear him sigh and groan as i look after his
disgusting feet. While i deal with one foot the other will be pressing
and playing with my dick and balls, he’s even worked a toe up inside my
hole on occasion.
But i'm digressing, this isn't the crux of
my trouble. Although Bamber and Storring to use this situation to put
me in major jeopardy with CC.
Miss carry took me to school
early as she had a meeting with the head. It was private so i had to
wait in the school yard until registration opened. This was 7.30 in the
morning. Massively early. While i waited Bamber appeared. Its unlike
him to turn up for school at all, let alone arrive early. He was
exiting the building as Miss Carrie entered. She knows he is trouble
for me and paused when she saw him, but i guess her meeting was more
important than protecting mere slave.
Bamber came straight
over to me, looked around to see we were the only ones there and simply
said "you're mine" and lead me to the back of the field. He chatted to
me like you would a dog, he didn’t expect any responses, and didn’t
really give any time for me to make any. People know i’m not allowed to
speak without permission, but tend to treat me like i don’t even have
that capability.
He told me he had met with the head about
his attendance which he wasn't happy about, but since he’d found me
unattended he was now glad of being stuck at school so early. He told
me he wanted more of me and thought i'd been avoiding him. Which i had
been, we hate each other. He thought i was being rude by avoiding him
considering how long we'd known each other and that i must make it up
to him.
He pushed me to the floor by my neck then sat down
and forced my face into his crutch while he ruffled my hair. "We've got
an hour together" he said. i hoped someone would rescue me long before
that, but soon his flies were open and his dick was in my mouth. It
wasn't as small as Storring's but not far off. i put on my best
performance to end it as soon as possible. This wasn't like a quick
blowy off the slave for him though, this was a big deal. He kept
moaning while rubbing me all over and saying random stuff. "Beautiful
Scotty", "crayon boy", apparently he'd waited so long with me inside
him. Whatever that meant.
He was close to cumming, moaning,
jiggling my willy at arm's length saying freeing it was the best thing
he'd ever done before forcing me onto my back and taking it into his
mouth until i was as hard as he and continuing to wank himself. He
pulled back, staring at my reaction and holding it. "I didn't eat all
the crayons. i kept your pink one. its been used every night" he
whispered. "And here's the real one" awkwardly shuffling forward and
pushing it into him wanking as he rode it. He's clearly talking about
the incident at kindergarten when we were like 5 years old. He ate all
my crayons. i guess 10 years later things are finally making sense.
Early mornings really do free his tongue, i wondered if he even
realised he was talking out loud. He's going to regret telling me all
this, or make me regret it more like. Whatever happens, i hope i never
see that pink crayon again. Imagine the state its in, 10 years up his
arse.
He bobbed up and down uttering love murmurs. It was kind
of sweet, or would have been if it wasn't him. Maybe he'll stop being
such a dick to me now its out in the open.
Suddenly he
sprang forward, shoved his cock in my mouth and came, pulsing squirts
hit my throat which I dutifully swallowed down, but he pulled it out
and squirted more on my head, wiping his dick in my hair. "You're now
mine. Tell Kelly she can fuck off" He laughed at this and walked off,
zipping up as he went. Kelly had been history since the leg-fucking
incident. But honestly, i thought in some odd way we were fighting over
her. In his mind they were fighting over me? What a freak way to start
a frightening day.
He intercepted me at first break as i left
the building and attempted to lead me to the field by my balls. Doug
stopped us, tapped his purple 'primary owner' badge and took charge of
me, leaving Bamber seething.
I didn't see Bamber again till
lunch time. Dan had taken me to the field to eat his sandwiches. He sat
me on the ground propped by my arms and sat in front of me leaning his
back against my chest. He chatted away to me. Its always relaxing when
i'm with Dan. Everyone likes him, its probably why he's being urged to
run for head boy for when we hit the senior grade.
We
couldn't have been there more than 10 minutes when Bamber appeared.
Clicking his fingers he said "with me….come on!" I was already owned.
Dan gently explained that i was already in his service under ECSO
rules. "He's mine" Bamber insisted as he slapped Dan's sandwich out of
his hands followed by dragging Dan by his lapels.
"Step away i'm
defending my master." i said as i stood up. Bamber pushed Dan again
"I'm your master boy" Bamber reiterated as he lunged to grab my collar.
i stepped back followed by a lunge with both palms to Bamber's chest.
I'd forgotten how strong i'd become. Mrs. Berg might be ill currently,
but she still likes to watch me work out and manages to get every
muscle everywhere aching. My lunge sent Bamber flying. He lifted off
the ground, flew a good metre or so and landed on his back with an
almighty thud. i hadn't thought how silly it must have looked to see a
naked boy fighting like this. I ran over to put in a punch when an
explosion went off flinging me backwards.
I lay there for a
moment or two gathering the knowledge to open my eyes. I needed t see
the carnage, maybe get clear, protect Dan, but i was momentarily
helpless. Thoughts rushed through my mind. Strangely about Bamber. I
hated him, but having him explode was the last thing I wanted to happen
to him….to anyone.
i blearily opened my eyes to see what had
happened, expecting Bamber to be shredded or the school to be in
flames. It was hard to focus, but the sights that slowly came into
focus were shocking. From the huge explosion i could now see normality.
Total and utter boring normality. Dan had his hand on my chest checking
i was ok, apparently i’d jumped fully 6 feet into the air away from my
prey, Bamber, and landed on my back. There were no fires, no
devastation. Bamber was sitting up with Storring next to him waving his
device around in some kind of explanation.
The whole thing
happened in my head. "SsssssStrike" Storring shouted over giggling.
This was nothing like the mild shock i got whenMr. Larisco blipped me
in the Mall. My puzzlement must have been patently obvious to Storring.
"Anger strike!" he said smiling, almost singing it in triumph, as he
walked over. He stopped behind me and crouched down "So much anger
casper. Thats not good for a slave" he whispered into my ear in that
control voice that only he seems to be able to command. His words
penetrated me deep and i flopped back down on my back. My head pounding.
I saw Bamber coming over out of the corner of my eye. He was raging,
Storring said something about it being sorted to him. But Bamber was
shouting at me, i think he wanted to hit me now he knew i was
incapacitated. That's going to be the only way he’ll win a fight
against me. Doug thankfully arrived flanked by Damien and George, all
drawn to the melee. Doug clearly stated his ownership and told Bamber
to step down and leave. Bamber was having none of it. I could see Doug
was trembling trying to confront Bamber who was twice his size. Luckily
before Damien and George got involved to protect Doug, Storring stepped
in front and told Bamber he had a plan, and anything else would spoil
it. Bamber took some convincing but fairly soon they were on their way,
Bamber shouting unintelligible crap over his shoulder while Storring
continued to wave the offending device at him explaining his latest
master plan.
"Fucking collar!" Doug spat, blipping it with his
device to get some kind of update. “Fucking piece of shit!!” I didn't
mind Doug blipping me, but hate it when others do it. It's so invasive.
Especially when i learned in social sciences what they could get.
Everything! Mrs Dilks blipped me in front of the class and projected
all my stats in front of them. She then proceeded to show my last wet
dream and my deepest fantasies. It was horrifying, humiliating and
degrading all in one go. Not only standing naked in front of a full
class but now my mind was fully exposed to them, my deepest desires,
secrets. Of course they all had free time to have a go themselves to
blip deeply into my soul, all giggling at my private personal facets.
There was nothing i could do but stare into space and hope the lesson
would end, hearing each deeply personal discovery being laughed about.
"You've got another strike alright." Dan said concerned. "This one's
serious! Its a violence strike, worse than the one in the mall. Oh
casper, your serotonin level was off the scale. Did you feel a little
pain with it," he asked looking down at me, then realising my state
answered his question.
"He was protecting me, that strike should
never have happened" Dan said “He was serving me and Bamber wanted him.
Convinced he had a prior claim.”
"We need to get it
cancelled." Doug countered "The strike… Frantically studying his device
with Damien and George peering over each shoulder. He looked back at
them, then frustrated exclaimed "This is pointless! Come on, lets put
that crap round your neck to good use and see the damage" he held out a
hand to pull me up, i was still a bit woozy as we all headed for the
building.
"I'll show you the rules" Doug said as they walked
me to a viewer stuck on a wall in the entrance. "We have to prove
Bamber had no claim on you at the time of the fight."
'Its his word against mine. And cas can confirm it" Dan interjected
"cas is a slave, his word is worth shit." Doug spat sadly as he
squeezed my shoulder. He was right though. "Alright Caspy bring up the
ECSO rules" i looked round the viewer for a keyboard, but there was
none. "casper, look at the screen. I want the ECSO rules. Get them now"
he ordered. I thought about the information he wanted, looking at the
screen as instructed trying to work out what he expected from me when
it flickered into life. Not only that, there were the rules as
requested. i had no idea how i was doing it, but worse, i realised i
had access to the ECSO rules all this time. i'd just just believing
Storring's bullshit all the while. But now…..here they were in front of
me 'Enclosed Community Shared Ownership….in the case of a closed
community such as a school, workplace staff area, club setting,
etc...the leader of such facility can agree with a slave's permanent
owner to provide all members of the community proximity ownership
rights if the permanent owner is unavailable to command the slave
directly….." There were pages and pages of it.
"How'd you do that?" Dan asked
"Its a think interface." George said "These are cool man, didn't you do
them in IT? They had them about 30 years ago, only the very rich could
afford one. They nicknamed them Thinkeys. Then no-thinky and finally
labotomisers on account they sent all their users mad. There's a lot of
super rich people bouncing off padded cell walls because of these
things."
"Maybe they fixed it, but they were so expensive, why
waste it on a slave? No offence man." George said squeezing my
shoulder, which i shrugged as accepting his appology.
"Anyone who can afford a slave won't care about frying it's brain" Damien chimed in.
"They improved them and now slaves are testing them, one of my mum's
projects, its in his collar" Doug said. "She was talking about it on
one of her viewer meetings I listened in to"
"woooow! This is so cool, why didn't you show us this before?" George exclaimed
"Because I didn't want him using it and frying his brain" Doug retorted defensively. "But this is an emergency"
"There you go Cas, you'll either be victorious or a vegetable." Damien added.
"Move down cas" Dan said who was studiosly reading the text "no, too
far, oh no, back, no forward a bit, no not that much, thats loads" the
frustration was getting palpable.
"Sorry sir" i said, fearing a punishment. The whole thing was so new to me.
"Just one line. No that's a whole page. " Dan gasped " Up. Aaarhg!
…Hang on!" Dan took a deep breath then took hold of my dick "relax cas,
feel me and think what I might want" then slowly moved it to the side.
A cursor appeared and moved over the page as he moved my willy. They
all knew it was me controlling the screen and not my dick, but it made
a great controller, and it was pretty intuitive to use too. I felt like
a robot though. George mentioned ’joy stick’ control and he and Damien
fell about giggling, much to Doug’s annoyance. Dan slowly drew my
foreskin back and I scrolled the page down, "All read that?" He said to
a chorus of mmm's and nods. A quick restoration of my foreskin and we
were onto the next page, scrolling back down slowly. By the time we'd
read the 8 pages of proximity ownership I was almost fully erect. i was
also incredibly bored. i know the situation was dire but the more we
read the more hopeless it felt. The law is always on the side of the
accuser; the free person. I'd kind of had enough and the screen
suddenly went blank.
"Sorry, I think that was me" Damien said as he withdrew his finger from my rectum.
"Jeeez Cas, don't you have a more hygienic on/off switch than that?"
George joked setting them both off giggling again. Truthfully I think
my boredom just simply willed it off. "So there's nothing to say Bamber
had the right to keep Cas all day" George said, regaining his
seriousness.
"There's nothing to say he didn't either" Doug
countered. "Cas, we'll stand by you. I will stand by you. I'll talk to
mum tonight and see what we can do." He was now holding both my hands
and looking into my face deeply concerned.
It was a sweet
moment but instantly shattered by the head thundering down the hall
flanked by CC goons. Clearly a violence blip brings an instant
response. One of the goons tasered with a cattle prod causing me to hit
the floor like a lead balloon, whereupon they dragged me to the staff
room by one leg, willy flopping about, for a hearing. Doug and Dan
scuffled quickly along behind, protesting my treatment and arguing my
defenses in equal measures as we went.
Bamber and Storring
were already there looking smug, standing in front of a noticeboard
with my loincloth pinned to it accompanied by a huge gold star with
‘Geoff Granger 10 points’ scribbled on it. Clearly a teacher joke.
The goons arranged me with my hands behind my head kneeling in front of
everyone as they went through the usual identification process. That
finished, one turned to Bamber and said "where did you mark your
ownership on it?" Obviously finishing a conversation from earlier that
we had not been party to.
"He was serving me" Dan objected, completely ignored by everyone but us.
Bamber pointed to the crispy patch on my head where he'd wiped his cum
earlier and the goon snipped a chunk of my hair dropping it into a DiNA
he'd popped of his belt. He wiggled it about then flicked it towards
the nearest viewer he could see. A D-Fit heading appeared. Then
"analysing DNA sample" then "2 sources" then "Result" and the screen
cleared.
The D-Fits weren't exactly conclusive, but the
sketchy image on the left definitely had all my features including hair
and eye colour, with 'KNOWN: Slave to Jenkins - casper’ written across
it. The picture on the right had a number of Bamber's features correct,
curly hair, brown eyes, nose shape etc, it was just such a kiddy-like
scribble. The goon snipped a piece of Bamber's hair and dropped it into
the DiNA. After a moment of analysis ‘MATCH’ appeared across his sketch
with 'unknown source' added underneath. Clearly he wasn’t known to CC
or his name would also have appeared, but his DNA matched the cum in my
hair.
The goon popped the Dina, complete with the hair samples
into a small bag, sealed it then put it in his pocket and they both
stormed off without a further word. I swear they're robots, or
labotomised. i'd like to think they get in their vehicle and have a
donut and a laugh, but i bet they don't, in fact i bet they don't even
thow each others names. Maybe they are actually slaves. That wiuld be
good. If i am confiscated maybe i could come back as a CC enforcer.
"He was serving me" Dan nervously shouted at them, his voice trailed
off a bit as one of the goons paused a step and threatened to turn
around. The head quickly slammed the staff room door to break any
further interaction, quite obviously nervous herself. After a moment of
silence her voice trembled as she quietly said "Back to your form
classes….all of you…..come on", gathering us up and squeezing my
shoulder. Its the warmest she's ever been to me.
Dad's going to flip when the red letter arrives. Violence incursions are supposed to be the worst, Doug was telling Dan.
i hope they don't confiscate me?
slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Big trouble
oh casper
You really are a silly silly boy.
We've all worked so hard to keep you safe from CC and here you are
handing yourself to them on a plate. Yes a violence incursion is bad,
and looking at your adrenaline levels at that time shows you were wild
and out of control.
We'll have to see what the letter brings, but I’m pretty sure you can have 3 marks against you before automatic confiscation.
I have no idea how we stand on a violent offence though. This really is going to take some serious undoing.
It would be a shame to have you confiscated so close to Brad's party, I
believe he was looking forward to having you there. Him and his friends.
Mr. Jenkins