A Matter of Control Chapter 3

A Matter of Control Chapter 3
by Steam Train

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Chapter: 3

After the Monday at Jimmy's I spent most of Tuesday worrying about Kimberley Slade. All day I expected the police to appear or dad to come home. By lunch time I felt sure I would be convicted and sentenced to be a NEWDD. What a way to start my time at a new school, naked and a NEWDD, unable to hide any secrets from anyone. At least we only stripped her we didn't rape her. I wouldn't do that, but the thought of seeing her naked body, meant I couldn't resist, it was just such a turn on to strip her naked!

My actions with Kimberley had it seemed to me at that time ruined my painful but exciting first day of erotic male love making with Jimmy and Henry. Later that afternoon as I sank deeper into despair Jimmy rang and told me Kimberley had rung him and asked for my phone number so she could ring me.

My anxiety eased instantly and almost turned to renewed excitement when Jimmy said Kimberley had also asked him not to tell anyone that in reality she had small boobs was still hairless down below. Jimmy said he had quickly checked up with Henry and he had had the same request. Edward had been contacted whilst Jimmy spoke to Henry and Jimmy felt certain that Ron and Jon would be contacted too. Jimmy and I decided Kimberley must have put her bikini on as soon as she entered the residence and said nothing to her friends and now wanted the whole episode hushed up to save her own humiliation at being revealed as being so immature.

Sure enough soon after Jimmy had hung up, Kimberley rang me.

Like all the other guys involved, I agreed to keep her secret but I think I am a sexual deviate because I added the condition that I would agree to keep silent only if she allowed me some time alone with her naked!

I guess the truth is I am bi-sexual not gay!

At first she baulked big time at my suggestion and if she had been standing in front of me I am sure she would have slapped my face. After a long pause she controlled her emotions and thought the better of refusing me. I had surmised her secrets were too important to her image, status and reputation as the hottest girl in the grade to be let out around school. Still, I was none the less greatly surprised when Kimberley actually agreed without bargaining a better outcome for her to the conditions of my immodest proposal.

When Dad came home on Tuesday evening nothing was said about Kimberley and when he asked if I would like to accompany him into work the next day to have a look around and then accompany him to the local court house for Mr. Calvin Foreman's sentencing, I jumped at the opportunity.

Having spent a day at home contemplating my imminent ruin had not proved to be enjoyable and besides dad said the Johnson's were bringing some of their kids to see the sentencing and that meant Jimmy might be there too!

Dad had never driven a rickshaw up in New Hampshire where they were very uncommon. So he had no experience in handling a pony slave the common form of transport for people of his status around West Cove. On the Monday dad started his induction Mr. Mark Johnson himself had driven the rickshaw out to collect dad and that afternoon and on Tuesday an overseer from the plant had accompanied dad till he learnt how to handle the rickshaw and direct the pony slave by use of the whip.

When I accompanied dad to his work on the Wednesday morning, he sat back in the rickshaw with the whip in his hand as if he had done this for years. His use of the whip during our ride to the plant was way more excessive and severe than Jimmy had done on Monday. I felt a sudden unease at dad's willingness, almost enthusiasm, for treating the pony slave so harshly. Dad was changing and quickly. I was not at all sure I liked what he was changing into!

Johnson Concrete Castings was located south along the coast from the main township just on the outskirts of the town. It was a large rambling complex that included a large three wing administration office, a showroom and outdoor sales display area, a rail siding that ran from the local railway line into the complex and branched out, one siding terminating in the production area of the complex by the side of the large warehouse and the second siding running along the side of the first but continuing on and running all the way out along the centre of a wharf that jutted a long way out into the gulf till it ended in deep water where it met up with a large mobile crane. Both the rail line and the port facility were used for exporting finished product to south eastern and central U.S.A.

Behind the administration building there was various production areas allocated to producing different types of concrete products. As well there was a large cement mixing plant and over behind the warehouse was a large two storey slave barrack for male slaves and fenced off from it a much smaller female barracks. My first impression as we drove up the shady tree lined drive through manicured and lush gardens and lawns to the administration building was that the whole site was maintained in a very neat and tidy manner. I guess when you have lots of slaves who toiled and lived their whole life on site this was easily achieved.

A slave dressed very much as the slaves who served us at the BBQ greeted dad as he pulled the rickshaw up at a side entrance to the administration building. The sign above the portico read, 'Presidential Entrance'. Only Mr. Ralph and the four Vice-Presidents used this entrance dad informed me very proudly. The slaves' entrance was at the rear and the employees' entrance was on the other side. Customers and visitors used the main foyer entrance.

The 'Presidential Entrance' led straight to a set of marble stairs that took us to the first floor and the 'Presidential suites. All the company Vice- Presidents had their offices along the back of this wing of the administration building looking out over the production areas. Mr. Ralph's office was on the front corner overlooking the gardens and lawns separated from the Vice-Presidential offices by the boardroom. Dad's suite consisted of an outer office where a leather two seater lounge and two single seat lounges were arranged against the side wall with a coffee table placed in between. A secretarial desk was further over next to a door that lead into dad's new office and filing cabinets lined the far wall.

The female slave secretary behind the desk was standing with head bowed. She was young with tanned skin, dark hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a white blouse with JCC embroided upon it and a long black skirt that was tight across her bottom. Her collar was made of thick slightly rusty metal that distracted from her appearance and had disfigured her neck where it had rubbed against her skin. She looked frightened.

"Good morning Mr. Pickwick sir" she greeted my father formally.

Dad gave her a stern look then said without a word of greeting as he walked into his office, "Remember, no second chances today Bee, stuff up my tea again and it's a session with the cane for you."

I had never heard dad talk like this before. So what if she didn't make the perfect cup of tea?

"Yes master" bee replied in a quivering voice.

This was some new game dad was playing. Obviously he was trying to create a new image of authority with the slaves down here. Me I much preferred my old dad that I had grown up with to this new one!

Dad's new office was luxurious to say the least. More of the leather lounges formed an informal meeting are over to one side around a coffee table and on the other side an eight seat conference table was set out. Dad's desk was huge and set in the middle of the room. Two leather chairs faced in towards it. The desk was 'U' shaped with returns both sides from the main desk. It was a deep mahogany colour. Dad sat in his plush leather chair behind the desk and swiveled around to look out through the large panoramic window behind him. It was covered with plantation shutters but they were open and I could see the slaves, overseers and employees toiling away in the production yards below.

The slaves were naked apart from their collars. The employees wore blue caps, work shorts and polo's or blue overalls. The overseers of the slaves wore grey caps, shorts or trousers and polo's with heavy black webbings off which hung their instruments of control.

Dad pointed out various parts of the sprawling complex from the vantage point of his window then rang his secretary and requested that a Harry Newcomb be sent up.

Within minutes Mr. Newcomb an elderly grey haired man had been introduced to me and was escorting me on a detailed tour of the site. He was a free citizen, said he had begun working for JCC back in the times of old Mr. Henry when he left school at 16 years of age and now nearing retirement he was the maintenance foreman for the site.

My tour took all morning with a break for morning tea. I could not fail to notice the harsh treatment the overseers meted out to the slaves they supervised. I saw this all over the production areas of the site where the number of slaves far outnumbered the small number of free workers. The overseer I particularly remembered was a lady introduced to me by Mr. Newcomb as Miss Bunter. All the overseers in the production areas I had met were males, so I had just expected that to continue in the cement mixing area of the plant. Once I was introduced to Miss Bunter however I realised that was obviously a wrong assumption.

Miss Bunter was a formidable looking woman in her late 40's, with a heavy set body, tanned face, hair tied up in a bun and big breasts. She wore a grey dust coat over her grey blouse, and a partially covered long grey skirt covering down to her ankles complimented by black riding boots. The belt round her middle contained all the tools of restraint she needed to control the slaves she supervised in the cement mixing crew. Clearly displayed and in easy reach were her stun prod, tawse, cane and a particularly ferocious looking short rhino whip which was coiled and hung off the side of her belt. She was a person who obviously tolerated no nonsense or idleness from the slaves under her charge.

After we left her, Mr. Newcomb whispered in my ear, "She favours females, free or slave. She tolerates free males but dislikes male slaves intently. It's rumored that she keeps a small knife in her pocket that she will use without much provocation to castrate a male slave in seconds if he displeases her. She frightens me even after all the years I have been here, though I try not to show it. That chap Foreman, your father's predecessor, is rumored to be headed to her work gang if he gets enslaved this afternoon. Putting him under Miss Bunter's control has to be the worst punishment possible on this site, though he deserves all that he gets for pinching Mr. Johnson's money!"

After lunch dad drove by rickshaw the short distance into town and the local court house. It was a large two storey building with a basement. The central dome of the building was topped by a clock tower. The land the court house was built upon sloped away at the rear allowing the basement which was occupied by the Adams County Slave Processing Centre to be accessed from the rear. As we passed up the side of the block I could see the signs directing entry to the centre and the heavy metal bars enclosing the rear entrance.

We had trouble finding a parking space for the rickshaw. A large crown was already gathered outside the courthouse. Mr. Foreman's sentencing was obviously a major local event. The front of the building revealed that it was not just the court house but the Adam's County Police Department. In fact as we moved into the entry foyer the court facilities proved to be just one multi purpose courtroom plus Judge and court clerk facilities, all the first floor and the remainder of the ground floor were used by the local police department.

At first I didn't notice anyone I knew amongst the crowd. Over near the courtroom doors a roped off area contained some family groups who were sitting waiting and near them there were some notice boards and with nothing better to do as dad had started a conversation with some adults I did not know, I wandered over and began to read the boards.

The first board contained a list of offices of the local police department. The Sheriff who was depicted wearing a silver eagle insignia on his epaulets was Mr. Horace B Montgomery; the Deputy Sheriff who wore a silver oak leaf insignia was Clive J Forest. Four Captains were shown wearing the traditional two silver bar insignia followed by a much larger number of Lieutenants wearing one silver bar. One Lieutenant in particular took my attention, named Leroy A Oxenbold; he was listed as heading up the 'Slave Control Unit".

The second board contained a list of court officers. Judge Eugene L Macdonald was the County Judge with Judge Granville P Higgins serving as Juvenile Judge. The Clerk of the Court was Conrad G Swift and the Chief Bailiff was Godrick H Obahma.

The third board contained a list of the day's court hearings. The morning cases were all Juvenile Court. In the afternoon there were only two cases listed, the sentencing of Calvin Edward Foreman for fraud and the trial of Steve Henderson Bright for 'Intercourse outside marriage leading to unwanted conception'.

As I read the last board the courtroom door opened and a bailiff emerged followed by a totally naked profusely blushing boy of about 13 years of age. His hands were raised, resting upon his head preventing him from covering anything up, revealing a fully erect circumcised 4-inch penis which was topped with a patch of brown pubic hair about an inch deep and covering a triangular area above his genitals of roughly 2 by 2 inches. There were no other visible signs of body hair.

The assembled crowd fell deathly silent and all eyes turned fixed on the naked juvenile NEWDD.

The boy looked so humiliated.

"Follow me boy" the bailiff ordered as he led the boy through an adjoining door marked 'Authorised Entry Only'.

The two adults who followed him were obviously his parents and they looked very solemn, though I noticed the younger girl aged about eleven who followed them had a smirk on her face seemingly unable to suppress her glee at what had just befallen the boy who I guessed was her older brother.

As I watched Jimmy and Eugenie appeared beside me trying to get a better look at the naked boy.

"That's Doug Hunter from your grade isn't it Jimmy, because that's his sister Rachael following behind, I know her" said Genie.

"Yeah that was Doug. He sure looked embarrassed; I wonder what he did to get himself made a NEWDD?" Jimmy replied.

"Did you see he had a boner and he's got hair? You got hair yet Jimmy?" Genie asked as if it was an after thought.

Jimmy blushed as he replied, "None of your business Genie".

"Well don't get yourself made a NEWDD or it will be, then again if Congress ever implements all this Taking Back Control stuff you might have to show all the girls around her all your secrets" Ginny giggled.

Showing my ignorance I asked, "What's Taking Back Control?"

"Oh some crap the politicians up in Washington are talking about. It's all about a return to old fashioned values and other bull shit, just another means of making life harder for us juveniles! Don't worry about it, it will probably never happen" Jimmy replied.

The last name on the juvenile morning list, Adrian Foster Eddy was then called into the courtroom.

The group of adults that had been sitting near the notice boards rose to their feet and it was only then that I noticed one of them was a teenager. He looked 15 or 16 and was trembling slightly and his face was bright red with embarrassment as he, followed by his family made their way into the courtroom.

"Do you know him?" Genie asked Jimmy.

"Yeah sort of, Adrian's going into 10th grade but he was my 8th grade buddy when I started middle school for a while. Supposed to help me settle in, but he was sort of a bully and we didn't do very much buddy stuff together" Jimmy informed his sister.

As we waited for the courtroom to become available Jimmy told me all about dad's predecessor, Calvin Foreman. He had embezzled just under $350 000 from JCC to help keep a lifestyle above his means so that he could keep a fancy lady up in Sarasota in the lifestyle she demanded. Mr. Foreman had been convicted of the offence and was now awaiting today's sentencing based on JCC's application to the court to have him serve his conviction enslaved to 'JCC' until he worked off his debt to the company.

Jimmy said Mr. Foreman had spent all the embezzled money and had little assets to his name so 'JCC' had applied to have him enslaved to them and his dad said he would be made to slave away out in the manufacturing yard mixing cement and laboring. Jimmy said that his dad had told him that would be a humbling and humiliating experience not to mention frightening one for Mr. Foreman as he would be going from being a pampered senior executive of the company, comfortable and protected in the plush surrounds of his vice-presidential office to hard manual slave labor slaving under the burning sun with the ever present threat of the whip and other punishment devices.

Whilst Adrian Eddy was still in court the door to the adjoining room opened and a crying, blushing totally naked Doug Hunter emerged. He had been transformed during his time in the room. He now wore the pink plastic coated chain metal NEWDD servant's collar and his head hair had been trimmed to a number two cut whilst all of his pubic hair had been removed. His buttocks showed the results of an obvious caning. He looked a far cry from the guy that had entered the room only a few minutes ago.

"Keep those hands by your sides" the Bailiff who had opened the door ordered, "if you try to cover up or rub your behind there will be more punishments coming your way slave boy".

There were giggles at the Bailiffs comments from amongst the audience milling about me and Doug's sister giggled with them till her father turned and gave her a stern look and wagged a threatening finger which instantly wiped the smile from her face.

Soon after the doors to the court opened again and out walked the equally blushing 15 year old Adrian Eddy. He too was totally naked and had his hands placed on his head. Adrian's naked chest was smooth and skinny and he was uncircumcised. His foreskin stretched over the head of his penis, creating a bulge where it covered the head, before tapering to a fleshy point that hung off the tip. Adrian's penis was long but thin even in its currently flaccid state and it hung out prominently because it had to arch out over Adrian's plump hairy scrotum which was adult-sized, with two large mature testicles bulging out each side of his dangling penis. His groin was covered with a full mature triangle of thick curly black pubic hair and a fine trail of thinner black hairs formed a noticeable happy trail up to his naval.

"Nice" was the only comment I heard whispered from Genie as he walked into the adjoining room.

I didn't get to see what Adrian looked like after he completed the NEWDD processing in the room because Mr. Foreman's case was called into court.

Once in court Mr. Foreman's legal team argued in their sentencing submission that he should not have to bear the full financial liability for the collapse. They argued that the company auditors should have picked up his indiscretions earlier and were liable for part of the outstanding debt.

JCC submitted that a firm line had to be taken with anyone who stole from their employer. The fact that he had deceived the auditors with his financial manipulations made his crime wore not lessened. They had asked the court to liquidate what assets Mr. Foreman had in part payment and to enslave him to 'JCC' till he worked off his debt to the company.

When both submissions were completed the court was called to order by Judge Eugene Macdonald.

The clerk of the court stood and said, "Calvin Edward Foreman please present yourself for sentencing. Mr. Foreman rose from his seat accompanied by his legal counsel and was directed by his counsel to walk and stand just below the Judge on the main floor of the courtroom. He looked very worried and nervous waiting there to receive his sentence.

Two court Bailiffs came and took up positions behind Mr. Foreman.

The packed courtroom hushed as the moment of sentencing approached. I had never been to an enslavement sentencing before so all this was new to me. I noticed that the Johnson brothers had leaned forward in anticipation of the sentence.

There were others in the courtroom that looked nearly as nervous as Mr. Foreman; I guessed they were his family and friends. Filling up any remaining space in the packed courtroom were the usual observers from the always curious public.

Judge Macdonald began his sentencing.

"Calvin Edward Foreman you have been tried and convicted by a jury of your peers. I have listened to the arguments submitted on you behalf by your defence counsel regarding your sentence but I have dismissed that argument. The responsibility for the fraud perpetrated on Johnson Concrete Castings was proven at trial to be the result of your intentional dishonesty and you should therefore bear the total responsibility for that fraud."

"I therefore acquiesce to the request from the legal counsel for Johnson Concrete Castings and order that all the assets of Calvin Edward Foreman are to be liquidated and the funds raised used to partially compensate Johnson Concrete Castings for their losses and further order that the said Calvin Edward Foreman be enslaved for a period of eight years to Johnson Concrete Castings to work off his outstanding debt to the company".

The packed courtroom gave a simultaneous inhalation of breath and then murmurs and whispering erupted.

Mr. Foreman looked at his counsel with a look of complete fear and panic on his face.

The counsel just stepped aside and held his index finger up to his lips to indicate Mr. Foreman remain silent.

The Judge banged his gabble and ordered the court to order causing the cacophony of noise in the court to subside a little.

Judge Macdonald again banged his gabble and called the unruly court to order.

"Bailiff, the prisoner is now a slave" the judge ordered, "Slaves appear in court naked, to emphasise their status. Remove the slave's clothes."

Mr. Foreman just stood there totally shocked and as white as a ghost until the two bailiffs pulled him to the side of the judge's bench and asked him for all items on his person. Mr. Foreman handed over a full billfold, a wallet bulging with credit cards, business cards, handkerchief, a diary, small change, pen, comb and keys. The Bailiff then told him to remove his signet ring, wrist watch and chain bracelet.

To renewed murmurs from the courtroom, the Bailiffs then roughly removed his clothing starting with his suit coat, then tie, shirt, shoes and socks. One Bailiff then undid his belt removed his suit trousers and then the final humiliation his boxers. As they were taken down he tried to turn his back to the courtroom but one of the Bailiffs redirected him so he continued to face us. Once his boxers were off, there were titters of laughter and Foreman turned a shameful shade of red, obviously humiliated at being naked in public for the first time.

Foreman tried to cover his genitals with his hands but one of the Bailiffs removed an electric slave prod from his belt and with a light jab sent an electric shock through him, forcing him to scream, whilst the other Bailiff told foreman, "Slaves don't need to worry about being modest, that's a freemen's right."

Foreman managed a pitiful 'yes sir' before I think he even realized what he was saying. I guess he would have done anything to keep that prod off him!

The other Bailiff then grabbed Foreman's penis and led him to the clerk of the courts desk where the clerk was busy typing into his computer. After a minute he produced a microchip, from a drive on his computer and placed it in the lock of a new metal slave's collar. I knew from lessons at school all about these collars and that this chip would contain all of the new slaves details including his slave number.

As the Bailiff went to fix the collar around Foreman's neck he started to protest, but the Bailiff took a tawse and cracked it across his naked buttock and shouted, "Shut up, slave!" The courtroom was initially stunned into complete silence then there were titters and outright laughter from the court audience. The judge made no attempt to silence them!

When the Bailiff fitted the new collar what struck me was how easily it went on, just a soft click and it was locked in place.

The slave's arms were hand cuffed behind his back and then the ceremonial removal of the new slave's head, pubic hair and pit hair to symbolise that his free life was over was done in front of the assembled court by the other Bailiff using a battery powered clipper.

The new slave just stood there in a large plastic tub amongst the small mounds of his grey hair that were falling around his feet, looking totally broken, totally humiliated, totally embarrassed shoulders slumped. When the Bailiff had finished the new slave now wore a true slave's haircut, with a two inch band of total baldness running around his head just above the ears. The rest of his hair was clipped very short to a number one cut, no one could now mistake him for a free man.

The cool air of the courtroom on his exposed scrotum and penis had left them shriveled to a tiny knob and pouch which once denuded of the protection of their pubic hair looked funny. Looking at him standing there shaved and naked without his gray hair he looked a lot younger.

One of the Bailiffs' then grabbed the slave very tightly by the ear and started pulling him to the other side of the courtroom. As he pulled him forward across the room, he also tugged downward on the ear. For the first time in his life the new slave had to stoop like every other humble self effacing slave and as he was made to do this I noticed that he started to shake with fear.

When they got to the other side of the courtroom, he was pulled up onto a raised platform with a low padded hand rail and the Bailiffs had the slave turn his buttocks to the audience and bend over the rail. The slave formerly known as Calvin Foreman was now on view to everyone, his cuffed hands trussed against his back, his buttocks sticking up, and his shaved scrotum clearly dangling between his legs.

The Bailiff's came up on the platform and stood on either side of the slave. One Bailiff selected a purpose designed punishment paddle from the implements cupboard. It was in shape and design similar to a large hair brush without the bristles and along its surface were perforations that reduced the wind drag and maximized the impact on the recipient.

With his left hand the Bailiff grabbed the slave's shoulder, while the other Bailiff grabbed an ear and did a very tight ear twist to hold the slave down in a stooping position over the rail. Then the Bailiff swung the paddle and let the first stroke land.

I sat mesmerized seeing for the first time a slave having to endure a bare naked slave paddling. It was obviously also a mesmerizing sight for those gathered in the courtroom as a complete hush befell the room. As the strokes began to land the slave began to kick and flay his legs about as he lost all semblance of composure, his once posh and refined voice screamed out, desperate to try and relieve some of the pain he was experiencing.

As the strokes continued to ever redden the slave's bottom I noticed through his legs that his penis was erect and heard the unmistakable sound of the slave beginning to bawl like a prepubescent boy and then his shaking voice begging shamelessly for mercy from anyone who would listen.

No one in authority of course listened to his pleas. Everyone knew as I did that slaves got bare naked paddlings all the time and the assembled audience in the courtroom knew very well that the pro forma paddling the new slave was receiving before them was the traditional way of assuring them, the respectable, law-abiding citizens of West Cove that Calvin Foreman was now truly a slave.

When the paddling was over the Bailiffs stood the slave up and turned him around to face the public gallery. The slave was totally erect and to add to his humiliation his nose was running. Unable to use his hands to gain relief for his throbbing red bottom the slave did a humiliating dance of the spanked on the spot up on the platform before all of us in a vain attempt to ease the pain he was experiencing in his red raw bottom.

Some of the Johnson's laughed out loud at the slave's juvenile antics and humiliating aroused state.

I heard Mark Johnson murmur to his brother's "Marvellous how quickly they become slaves! Just put a collar on them, strip them, spank them and you have a brand new slave.'

I just lowered my eyes; unlike them I was embarrassed and ashamed. I know what he did was wrong but treating a fellow human being this way sickened me!

Once the paddling was completed the Bailiffs made the slave face the judge again.

Judge Macdonald then said, "As is tradition in enslavement trials, I present to the public of West Cove here assembled a new slave. Bailiffs parade the slave before the community."

With this order one of the Bailiffs again grabbed the slave's penis and led him around the court so all could see and inspect his naked body. I looked away in shame however before I turned my head I noticed the slave was crying.

The final act in this scene of utter humiliation was when the Judge ordered the newly enslaved slave taken to the cells for processing and shipment to Johnson Concrete Castings.

When we left the courthouse Ralph Johnson invited everyone to food and drinks at the function room of a local hotel. It was a celebration and I think I was one of the few present not celebrating Calvin Foreman's enslavement.

Johnson Austinmere who knew all about enslavement from his fathers business was holding court before his younger cousins explaining what would be happening to the new slave at that very moment in the processing area.

"He'll have entered the processing area in the basement below the court, where he'll encounter uniformed staff, all carrying a tawse, cane or prod. They are all dressed in crisp clean uniforms; he is naked, sweaty, and likely to be struggling by now to control his bladder and bowels through fear and nerves."

"The processing staff will all treat him with deliberate contempt. He has to keep his eyes lowered to the floor, and follow the colored lines painted along the floor. As he begins his processing, he is identified, and a packet of documents is attached to his collar. The staff at his first processing station along the painted line will also look for unusual characteristics on the slave and comment on them in as humiliating a manner as possible. Remarks about the smallness of the new slave's genitals are common at this stage."

"The slave is then made to run along the painted line and waits standing inside a small square painted on the floor till he receives a brief orientation on his new status as a slave. This is usually given by the most junior duty officer to emphasize how unimportant the slave now is."

"The content of the orientation relates how the slave has no rights; he has only the duty to obey orders perfectly and without question. The new slave is often selected at this point to be used as an example of what happens to disobedient slaves. The guards will vary the punishment but it will either be an electric prod, to shock the slave into unconsciousness; a severe beating or a good whipping."

"What type of punishment is administered is not important; it is the fact that the punishment is administered at the whim of the guards. The new slave quickly learns that he has no appeal from the punishment, he can only suffer the consequences."

"Next the new slave is taken along the line to piss and shit. For most new slave's it's their first time using a slave latrine, and their first time being observed while performing such intimate bodily functions. If their technique isn't perfect, if they fail to squat in the prescribed manner, for instance, there's a guard present to offer instant correction. Then the slave will have to bend and spread his cheeks so a guard can clean his bottom with a stream of cold water."

"At the next station on the line depilatory cream is applied all over the slave's body, and finished off with a cold water shower. This is done in a room with three mirrored walls, so the slave gets to see all of this dehumanizing process from which they emerge with a body that is totally hairless except for their head and no visible trace at all of their old free person individuality. From this point on their owner will dictate their appearance."

"While the slave is waiting for each procedure to be completed, the guards are trained to keep harassing him. One Guard will order the slave to squeeze together with other slaves, leaving no space between. Sometime later, another guard will come by and start punishing them for engaging in unauthorized sexual contact and order them to stand two feet apart. An inspection always finds one or two males, who are erect, and these can be subjected to further punishment or a slave can be selected for being flaccid and punished for being like that. The total irrationality of the process helps break the slave's resolve."

"The next step in the processing line is branding and tattooing. Each slave gets his slave registration number tattooed on his upper left and right arms and the brand of his owner seared into his left buttocks identifying the slave as owned property. The slave is then made to stand in line and forced to listen to the screams of all the slaves being branded and tattooed ahead of him.

This is too much for many of them, and a lot of slaves collapse while waiting. They're doused with cold water until they revive."

"Nothing convinces a new slave of his new status like watching a white hot iron burn his owner's logo onto his buttocks."

"The last step along the processing line is a rudimentary physical and complete body measurement by a medical orderly. The slave then has a series of photographs taken for his file."

"Because the new slave will be working in the yard", Johnson Austinmere continued, "I doubt if he will be trained to behave as a slave should, instead after initial processing I feel he will be sent straight to the yard and put immediately to work, but if the slave is going to do domestic work or deal with the public then they are mostly sent off to a firm like my fathers for specific slave training."

"At my dad's training facility which has the contract for Adam's County and most of the surrounding counties they keep the slaves in cages so small that they can't stand or stretch out. They get used to using slave latrines and showering in a group, under the eye of free men. They eat slave gruel, and spend six hours a day on a treadmill or other exercise devices. They also spend time every day learning slave discipline. They learn to run whenever they are moving, they learn to get out of the way of free people when they meet them in a hall or on the street, and they learn to obey without question. When they fail to meet expectations the new slaves are punished immediately by being beaten or with slave prods. They are also used sexually in some way every day to further break their spirit."

"I am pretty sure they won't bother with any of that for our new slave, it would be a waste of time and money. The new slave looks pretty scrawny to me. I don't know how long he'll last once he has to do a real day's work out in the yard under the scorching sun mixing cement. I hear that's where the new slave is destined, spending all his time on the cement mixing crew under the supervision of Miss Bunter because he doesn't have any other skills of use in the production yard."

I turned away from Johnson's detailed explanation at this point. I had heard enough. I was fast joining my dear departed mother in opposing the cancer in our society that was slavery!

Unfortunately apart from Jimmy and his brother Edward we appeared to be the only ones at the gathering so inclined. Most distressing of all was the way my father was enthusiastically supporting the enslavement process to whomever would listen amongst those crowded into the function room!

End Chapter 3.