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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.