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Scales of Justice
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com) 


Part: 6 Demise  Conclusion.


Later that first day as Judge Averys pony slave, Beak
was still tethered to the rail outside the courthouse
when he was approached by a man. As a slave is
expected to do, he quickly lowered his eyes so at
first he did not recognise the man though he did take
in his general appearance.

The man was dressed casually but in a style that
marked him as a man of means, a gentleman farmer
perhaps though his very well tanned skin and short
trimmed hair and eye brows was, Beak thought, unusual
for a gentleman. He was wearing tailored tan slacks,
polished boots, a loose fitting green cotton shirt, as
if he had recently lost weight, the shirt was
complimented by a tan colored silk handkerchief which
was fluffed up in the left breast pocket, sunglasses
and a white panama sun hat. 

Before Beak knew what was happening the man punched
Beak in the face instantly breaking his nose and
causing blood to trickle down over his lips. Beak was
tethered to the rail and securely fastened to the
rickshaw so he had no opportunity of protecting
himself.

Fucking pony slave are you? Thats way too good a
position for you as far as I am concerned. You would
be rotting away in some underground mine or sold to
the organ bank if I had my way the man vehemently
abused as he kicked Beak in the groin with his
immaculately polished boots.

The man was Lemay Dumaresq. 

Following Judge Mitchells conviction and enslavement
for his corrupt behaviour with Dan Fitzpatrick, a
judicial review had exonerated Lemay of his
enslavement conviction based on the collaboration
between Delores Fitzpatricks father and the Judge.

After only three weeks chained in a coffle working at
Beaks former property Jugobonito under the overseer
from hell, Mr Carl Dubois, Lemay Dumaresq was a
changed man. He had become very moody, withdrawn and
was prone to fits of uncontrolled rage.

The slave before him was his focal point for revenge.
He had dreamed of getting his revenge on the judge who
had sentenced him to those weeks in hell. He had been
pack raped every night, beaten, vilified and turned
into nothing more than an animal. Now as he tried to
get his life back into some sense of normality Lemay
wished the same and more on his former enslaver. 

However after punching and kicking Beak he stopped. 

The satisfaction just wasnt there. He had thought
that it would be, but it wasnt.

The reality of his situation hit Lemay at that
instance like a bolt of lightning from Zeus. Lemay
realized in that instant of revelation that
enslavement had scarred him so deep that he may never
fully recover. In time maybe he could suppress the
absolute fear and terror of his existence at
Jugobonito but it would always be lurking deep in
his sub conscience and he feared the pain and panic
would continue to rise up at night when he was alone.

As quickly as he approached, Lemay Dumaresq left, to
contemplate and brood over his dark feelings.

The truth, as Beak always knew, was that Lemay had
raped Delores Fitzpatrick. He was a gentleman and
expected to be given the benefit of the doubt not
realizing Judge Mitchells secret connections with the
Fitzpatrick family. Now through his own criminal fraud
of the tax system Beak had created doubt about the
verdict and the testimony of Delores Fitzpatrick.

Lemay was now walking free whist the innocent woman
Lemay had raped was now enslaved, Judge Avery in one
of his first verdicts finding Delores Fitzpatrick
guilty of conspiring to pervert the course of justice
and of falsely accusing Lemay Dumaresq of rape.

It was therefore with some surprise that another
gentleman stopped soon after in front of the bleeding
and distressed Beak and taking out his own
handkerchief removed the bit from Beaks mouth and
wiped off the blood and stymied the flow. Beak was
totally surprised at this action. He had no
expectation that any free man would react as he did.

Beak recognised this man too. It was Dr Milos Learner
a now retired Psychologist who had often served as an
expert witness to the Tallahatchie County Court. Dr
Learner was heavily involved in the Local Community
Watch Organisation at a local, county and state level.
Beak even seemed to remember reading a short article
in the local paper the Eastbrook Daily Prophet the
morning before he was enslaved reporting that Dr
Learner had been appointed to the National Supervising
Committee of Taking Back Control.

After Dr Learner had cared for Beaks bleeding, he
stepped back, took out his pipe and lit it as he
stared back at Beak with an air of confidence only
certain free men could emulate, looking up and down
Beaks body as he did so, inspecting him as he might a
slave he was thinking of purchasing. 

To most free citizens it would not matter that they
had once worked professionally with a person who was
now a slave, they would still ignore the slave. As a
slave Beak knew he now inhabited a universe of
servitude that free men deal with only to instruct,
supervise or discipline, never anything more!

Dr Learner however was an exception. He was confident
in his own position and often contemplated all the
implication of the current slave society that most
free citizens did not.

As he studied the pony slave before him he recognized
Beak as the former Judge Mitchell.

'Good grief! Is that you William.' he said in
surprise.

Yes master Beak replied with courtesy, But Im
called Beak now sir. 

When you've been flogged and humiliated for four
weeks, when pain has been deliberately inflicted to
purge your system of every last ounce of rebellion
Beak like all slaves soon developed the technique of
how to avoid trouble, therefore Beak was very cautious
of his former professional colleague and friend even
though he seemed to be showing compassion and
friendship.

Dr Learner stood in front of Beak, left hand in his
pocket and right hand holding his pipe which he
continued to smoke looking totally relaxed. Youre
still William to me! You look good William apart from
the bloodied face and your nose which I suspect is
broken. Slavery has improved your physique if nothing
else.

Thank you sir. Beak replied very politely but with a
sad defeated voice.

Dr Learner laughed. Already the polite slave saying
what most free citizen would want to hear. Don't look
so sad William. I mean it; I've never seen you looking
better. Fit and strong and with no cares but to serve
your master to your best ability, youre starting to
look like a real slave. I must congratulate Bertram
Avery when I see him next.

Dr Learner had an appointment a block away in Downtown
Eastbrook with the Tallahatchie District School Board
about implementation plans for Taking Back Control
in relation to all boys from Kindergarten to 15 years
in the districts schools and did not want to be late,
so he refastened the bit in Beaks mouth and said a
polite goodbye, wishing Beak all the best.

Keep out of trouble William, thats the best advice I
can give you. Hopefully your bloodied nose is not an
ill omen of your life to come! Perhaps I will see you
around from time to time I will look out for you.
There is no law that prevents a free citizen from
speaking to a slave. Catch you another time William
and please try to stay out of trouble said Dr
Learner.

If he could have spoken he would have said Sir, I
very much intend to try, sir but with the bit back in
his mouth he just nodded his head in recognition.

Dr Learner however was very much the exception in the
way he spoke to and treated Beak. No one else said
anything to him that day except an older teenager who
abused him when Beak was unable to hold his bowel
movements in any longer and was forced to drop a turd
between his legs onto the ground in full view of the
teenager who was walking by. The teenager looked over
in disgust when the turd dropped and said, You filthy
animal and walked on commenting to his companion as
they went on,Fucking slaves, no free citizen would
ever do that. Ive never seen a NEWDD do it and no one
could ever make me do that either, even if I was ever
enslaved.

Beak thought to himself, How little you understand
son, the reality of being a slave.

Beak continued to serve his master following the
routine established on that first day, faithfully and
loyally for nine more years. A slaves life is
repetitive boring and mundane, broken only by the pain
of the whip or the lash of the cane. It is a life of
constant fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the
searing pain that masters inflict for the slightest
misnomenor or sometimes just because the slave is
there and they can and want to let out their
frustrations on the hapless slave who has the
misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Beaks life continued this daily grind, never
changing, nothing different ever happening for those
nine years till the eventful day in July when he was
injured in Downtown Eastbrook by a delivery truck that
pulled out from the curb. 

The driver did not see him and as a consequence of the
accident he suffered a broken leg and substantial
bruising. The rickshaw suffered only minor damage and
Judge Avery was unhurt though shaken, the impact
having been taken almost fully by Beak. 

Beaks leg was tended to by a local vet with a very
good reputation but it did not mend properly and this
prevented him from ever again acting as his masters
pony slave.

Judge Avery allocated him tasks around Juridique and
put Kip who was now 21 years of age and fully mature
into service as his pony slave. And what a sight Kip
made, his seven inch shaved cock and superb tanned
body properly displayed as he pulled his master
around Eastbrook. A new much younger house boy was
purchased to please the eye of Master Avery and
brighten up Juridique with his colourful costume.

The officials of the Tallahatchie County Legal
Department however had other ideas about Beaks use.
They owned Beak by court order and not judge Avery and
in their wisdom they decided that at 59 years of age
and partly crippled Beak was worth more divided into
parts than as a whole body.

Master Averys wished to keep the services of Beak and
he let the Legal Department know of his desire.
However when he was told his only option was to
purchase Beak himself at the price they had been
offered by the Eastbrook Organ Bank he declined. It
was never a good thing Judge Avery knew to get
sentimental or friendly with a slave. It would not be
a good investment at the price he would have had to
pay.

So unbeknown to Beak his title was sold by the
Tallahatchie County Juvenile Department to the
Eastbrook Organ Bank.

When the decision was finalised Bertram Avery did take
the time to personally say farewell to his old
colleague. He thanked him for his service as his pony
slave but left it at that, telling Beak he had been
sold but not telling Beak who his new master was or
what that implied for his fate. 

Morris Bunter like wise made an effort to say goodbye
to Beak and for the first time in the nine years that
Beak had slept in the cage at Juridique, Mr. Bunter
unlocked Beaks penis lock before he was placed in his
cage for his last night with Kip.

Emotions flowed that night in the cage at the rear of
the garage. Kip still shared the cage with Beak and
had since about the age of 14 ½ years become the
dominant slave in the relationship between Kip and
Beak. By the age of 14 ½, Kip was a strapping young
man of 6 foot and had filled out beautifully. He had
no trouble in dominating the older and weaker Beak.
>From that time on Beak had been Kips fuck boy. 

Neither Judge Avery nor Mr. Bunter had shown any
interest in taking Beaks cherry and it had been Kip
who eventually claimed that honour. At first Beak
hated Kip for his actions but as the years passed a
certain love and understanding had developed between
the two. 

The night before Beaks departure was therefore very
poignant and filled with much distressed grief and
wailing as well as love. It would have been a lot
worse if either had known the true fate that awaited
Beak.

It was also the first time Kip had access to Beaks
penis unobstructed by the penis lock. Out of respect,
admiration and love Kip decided that tonight he would
not fuck Beak. He couldnt go so far as allowing Beak
to fuck him, that was something that could never
happen, only Master Avery and Mr. Bunter had ever
fucked him, no one else ever got the opportunity once
he turned 16. He was a top, not a bottom!

This special night Kip determine to give Beak the best
hand job he was capable of giving. So from the first
moment that they were alone together in the cage that
night, Kip took hold of Beaks penis sending
instantaneous thrills of pleasure running through
beaks body. It had been nine years since his penis
had been unlocked and free to fully enjoy the
sensations of the sexual act. Beak had almost
forgotten how good it felt to have your penis free and
jerked off!

As Kip continued to caress Beaks body and his penis in
particular, Beak began to moan with pleasure as pre
cum started to ooze from the tip of his penis. Kip
continued his gentle caressing of Beaks penis but now
moved his thumb backwards and forwards over the now
moist penis head and allowed him thumb nail to catch
on the oozing slit. 

Every time he did this, a little ripple of pure
pleasure, ran through Beaks body.

Beak started to moan loudly as the pleasure within his
body built, and through the moonlight Beak could see
Kip's blue eyes shining back at him from his bronzed
face as he continued to massage Beaks penis. 

Beak had probably the hardest erection he had for many
a long year with his penis free from its constraints.
The touch of Kip's strong fingers over his throbbing
penis was now turning into pure unadulterated
pleasure. Beaks penis started to flow with pre cum
and Kip allowed it to coat his fingers and continued
to rub.

Beak didn't want the moment to end, he wanted it to go
on and on, but as Kip continued to rub ever so gently,
Beak felt his balls respond to the relentless
stimulation and start to contract.

In the next instant Beak was crying out in ecstasy,
his penis engorged and erect, his nostrils flared, he
began to pant and breathe in short gasps. The muscles
of his rippled stomach began to heave and contract.
The veins in his neck began to stand out. His toes and
fingers began to curl and uncurl as if they had a mind
of their own. In an emotional and physical reaction
born of primal instinct, Beak arched his hips upward
and began to fuck the air wildly.

"Oh, God, Oh Fuck, Oh jesus!!!!" came the tortured cry
from Beaks mouth. 

For nearly a minute, Beaks body strained upward
fucking nothingness. His engorged penis twitched and
jerked with each wave of what seemed like an orgasm
that would never end as he sprayed Kip's body with
shot after shot of his pent up cum.

Kip didn't stop as Beaks cum began to shoot out; he
carried on rubbing causing Beak to shout out again and
again in absolute ecstasy and pain. Beaks pleas went
unheeded as Kip still didn't stop, building Beak up to
a second and then a third ejaculation from his
engorged penis in quick succession.

Beak was screaming, moaning, in pain and laughing all
at the same time before Kip finally took his hand
away. 

Kip touched his cum-covered hand to his lips, and then
carefully licked all of Beaks cum from his fingers.
All the time his eyes were locked on Beak and when he
had licked his fingers clean he pulled Beak close to
him and kissed him long and passionately. Huddled
together they cried themselves to sleep; knowing that
never again would either of them enjoy the others body
or company.

It was probably for the best the following morning
that Beak kitted Kip out early and sent him off as
usual to wait outside Juridique ready to haul Judge
Avery to court when he appeared. Kip was therefore not
there to see Beak depart.

When the table top truck arrived at the back of
Juridique to collect Beak later that morning, Beak
still did not know where he was going or who his new
master was. A slave was nothing and there was
absolutely no reason to inform a slave about anything
that was happening to him. 

Beak was already very nervous as he waited in the
small cage fastened to the tray of the pick up about
his fate, but when he overheard Mr. Bunter ask the
driver Did he have any more pick ups for the bank
today? Beak knew his fate was sealed.

A person should never know their hour of final demise,
regardless of wether you are a free citizen or a
slave! 

Beak feared death. He had when he was a free citizen.
He had from as far back as his teenage years when he
realised that he had no faith, no belief and that in
all probability there was nothing beyond the grave and
that the life he had, was all that he would have.

Maybe this lack of belief was the reason he had tried
to live a life beyond his means. Why he had drifted
into corrupt dealings and why he had manipulated the
system and betrayed the trust placed on him for his
own enrichment and gratification.

As he awaited his fate Beak contemplated his fear. He
had known fear on a daily basis since he had been
enslaved. He had looked fear in the face many times
but still the fear he felt about his ultimate demise
was far greater than the sum all the fear he had
experienced as a slave from the tawse, prod, cane or
especially the whip. 

At the Organ Bank his fear of dieing immediately
brought on deep depression and his health plummeted
abruptly. The decision was taken by the Organ Bank
within a day of his arrival to use Beaks body as soon
as possible while it would be of the most use.

Beaks last memory of life was being wheeled on a
stainless steel trolley to the operating theatre
strapped down and immobile, a nurse stroking his
uncontrollably shaking arm in an act of comfort like
he was a dog, as his vision clouded, the sounds
drifted away and the light dimmed 

Beak was kept alive long enough to extract the organs
and body parts that were required then his life was
terminated, a lethal injection ending his existence
whilst still under the anesthetic.

His final act of service to the Eastbrook community
was to save the lives of seven free citizens including
two teenagers. William Mitchell had long ceased to
exist and now Beak had ceased to exist as well.

His vital organs and body parts that were removed and
dispersed, enabled some of the ailing free citizens of
Tallahatchie County a better quality of life and the
chance to stay alive a little bit longer so they could
enjoy their friends, families and life. They may have
thought nothing of Beak as a slave but they were only
too happy to receive a slaves organ at transplant if
it meant they stayed alive. To them it was the
ultimate act of slave service!

Through his organs, Beak lived on for many years after
his bodily demise and his existence in the memories of
most people, except Kip, had long since been
forgotten.

>From being one of the most influential, respected and
wealthy citizen of Tallahatchie County, at the very
top of the communitys social standing, William
Mitchell had fallen to the very bottom; he had gone
from the enslaver to the enslaved to being cut up for
spare parts. 

Truly in his case, the Scales of Justice had fully
turned!


End Part: 6
THE END


Acknowledgements:

A Middle Class Slave Revisited by Steam Train

Alternative Deterrence by Steam Train

A Middle Class Slave by Pete Brown

 Dad & Me by Pete Brown

You cant be Friends with a Slave by Pete Brown

The Best Laid Plans by Richard Davis

That Others May Serve by Richard Davis

My First Day on the Job by Randall Austin 

A Portrait of Servitude  A Child's Questions by
Randall Austin 

Slave Maker by Josh Ryan

A Summer in Hell by L. T. Richards

What are Friends For? by L. T. Richards

Team Effort by Sanibel Boys

Be Careful What You Wish For by Justin Davis



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