Chapter 35 – The Punished and Rachel's Trial


While learning my new job as a slave advocate and completing my civil defense training, 
I also made a point of checking up on Erin and Kim from time to time.  They remained 
my property and therefore my responsibility.  I had apprenticed both of them as slaves 
for a three-year term with Westham Automotive Services.  If I was satisfied with their 
progress at the end of three years I could re-apprentice them for a second three-year 
term.  They would be learning how to repair the new robot cars and performing real work 
while learning.  

Sarah Westham greeted me upon my arrival and took me on a tour.

"We work the apprentices hard all day, but have them in classes to learn their future 
trade in the evenings", she stated.

"I would like to see what they are working at right now", I replied.

Ms. Westham led me into a car wash area where I found Erin and Kim washing and 
waxing luxury cars along with six other boys and two girls.  

"As you see Ms. Glenn, most of our teenagers are wearing minimal clothing as would be 
appropriate since they are indentured apprentices but not slaves.  I rather like how they 
look in their short shorts, t-shirts and sneakers.  Erin and Kim, on the other hand, are 
being kept naked as you directed in their sentences."

I noted that my two boys were wearing steel collars by means of which they were 
tethered to their workstations.  Their slave numbers, as I had directed, were tattooed into 
their muscular thighs.  

"Since they are chained to their workstations, how would they go to the bathroom?" I 
asked.

"They would have to ask permission for the bathroom and then be unchained by a 
supervisor" she replied.  "You may also notice that I have had the penis rings installed 
piercing their frenulums, as you directed."

I had requested these rings be installed on the boys in this particular manner since I 
knew that the frenulum is the most sensitive part of the penis on the underside just 
behind the glans.

"By attaching light chains to these rings", she continued enthusiastically, "any person 
having authority over the boys could pull them along.   The chains attach to their rings 
with a locking device that requires a key to disengage the chain from the ring.  The 
slightest tug on their penis chains will tend to cause rapid arousal because of the 
extremely sensitive flesh to which these rings are attached."

"What are those lightweight gold chains about their waists", I wanted to know.  

"These are for both safety and comfort", she explained.   "Naturally I was concerned that 
I not injure your property with an accidental yank on their penis chains.  So I conceived 
the idea of having those chains normally pulled gently back between their legs and 
gracefully draped up to a point of attachment at the back of their waist chains.  I didn't 
want these chains to be too tight under normal circumstances because I like the 
aesthetics of having their penises hanging down at a natural angle."

"But only under 'normal circumstances' you say?"

"Yes.  If a supervisor should be displeased with one of the boys, however, his penis 
chain could be tightened to the point where it pulls through his ass crack and is tightened 
to the point the boy's penis is drawn forcefully back, causing painful stress on the 
frenulum, gently compressing the testicles and immobilizing the boy's scrotum.  This 
form of discipline is usually combined with a post hypnotic command that effectively 
denies the boy the use of his hands to make any adjustments to the chain." 

I was informed that sometimes the owners of the luxury cars the boys and girls were 
washing and waxing would come by to watch the teenagers work and would take a fancy 
to one of them.   If the customer asked for Erin and was either a male of any age or a fat 
elderly female, Erin would have to have sex with that customer.  Erin was not permitted 
to ever have sexual experiences with the more attractive female customers even when 
they asked for him.  Erin was homophobic so servicing the males would be real 
punishment for him.  I had made forced sex one of the penal conditions for him.  I could 
have made it a requirement for Kim as well – even at the tender age of 13 – but I felt 
more comfortable deferring it until he attained the age of 16. 

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Although Jeff Duncan was no longer my property his slavery was nonetheless being 
served under the terms of the sentence I had laid down for him.  I was, moreover, the 
person who had directed Richmond Slendabond in the type of slave conditioning which 
he would experience.  For both of these reasons I felt some responsibility to follow up 
and check out his present employment.

He had indeed been installed as "Human Resources Manager" at a manufacturing plant 
called Vixter Enterprises in Brooklyn.  Miss Vixter, owner of the plant, greeted me 
warmly when I called for an appointment and indicated she would be happy to show me 
Mr. Duncan and discuss his situation if I would drop by the plant tomorrow morning.   
And so I did.  

My visit began with Miss Vixter giving me a brief tour of the plant, which made high tech 
on board computers for the new self-driving vehicles.  The first factory room we entered 
contained over 100 naked men and women.  That they were slaves was quite obvious 
since each one had a steel collar around his or her neck to which a chain was affixed 
securing the individual to his or her workstation.  Each one also had a visible slave 
number, in some cases branded on the buttocks and in other cases tattooed on the 
individual's thigh.  I noted the air was a comfortable temperature in the low 70s.

"Nudity saves me a lot of money on laundry bills", Miss Vixter explained, "and helps to 
establish a more deferential work force.  One of my core beliefs is that a naked worker is 
an obedient worker.  They tend to feel more vulnerable to authority that way.  

"Don't all these naked people get chilled without any clothing at this temperature?" I 
asked.

"The temperature", Miss Vixter responded, "is set for the comfort of managers and 
supervisors and engineering staff that must also often work in this room.  We prevent 
chilling of our naked workers by having an infrared light at each workstation.  Many of 
our workers are just a tad warmer than they might choose as you can see from all the 
glistening skins in this room.  I rather enjoy glistening skins.  It gives them all a kind of 
glow!"

"What about dehydration from so much perspiration and so much skin being exposed for 
long periods?" I persisted.

"We limit that by keeping the relative humidity between 50% and 60%.  Also we insist 
each worker drink large quantities of water to replace that lost through evaporation.  This 
also increases their urine output.  But we are not bothered with having these workers 
constantly running to the bathroom!"

Just then we had arrived at the station of one of the workers.  

"Kneel erect Sandra!"

The female worker promptly ceased working, got off her chair, and immediately dropped 
to an erect kneeling position before her owner, with her hands locked behind her neck 
and her head bowed low, not meeting our glance.  Her pubic hair was dense and 
matched the hair on her head.  Miss Vixter idly traced her collarbone and then patted her 
on the head as one might pat a dog.  Then, apparently wanting the girl to make eye 
contact with us, she simply grasped the girl's face between both her hands and forced 
her head up until she was meeting our gaze.

"Sandra, open your mouth so that I can have a look inside."

Sandra did not immediately comply.  Perhaps it was because she found such a demand 
demeaning.  Miss Vixter then pinched her nostrils shut and held them shut.  I noted the 
girl's hands remained locked behind her neck.  I guessed that the 'kneel erect' command 
was, in part, a post-hypnotic suggestion that effectively denied the girl the possibility of 
using her hands in self defense.  Soon the girl had to open her mouth to breathe.

"That's a good girl Sandra!" my host cooed as she shone a light inside the girl's mouth 
with one hand while caressing her face with the other.  

She invited me to also look inside Sandra's mouth.  Then she unfastened a couple of 
clips that were holding Sandra's hair up so that her hair spilled freely all around her.

"Sandra, open your legs so I can show our guest something", my host commanded of 
the worker.

Sandra seemed appropriately humble but opened her legs with some apparent 
hesitation.  Not quickly enough to satisfy her owner.  Miss Vixter gave her a hard slap to 
her face with her bare hand that caused a red mark to appear.  The girl cried out from 
the sting to her pride but promptly opened her legs.  What I then saw was that the young 
woman had a clear plastic tube about a quarter inch in diameter inserted between the 
lips of her vulva.  The tube was apparently full of a yellow liquid that I took to be 
Sandra's urine.

"Every worker in this room has one of these urinary catheters installed in their vulva or 
penis, as the case might be", she excitedly announced.  "It greatly increases productivity 
by eliminating all the lost time with never ending bathroom trips."

"I take it their bladders are constantly draining then?"

"No.  I could do it that way but I choose to maintain a greater degree of control.  Keeping 
slaves vulnerable and dependant is a good slave management practice.  Every catheter 
has a remotely controlled valve.  Supervisors walk around the room periodically and feel 
the stomachs of each gal or guy.  This is a rather intimate practice as you can well 
imagine.  If a stomach seems distended by a too full bladder the supervisor will press a 
button on their hand held remote control to urinate that particular individual.  Usually 
there are sighs of relief and expressions of gratitude as the urine runs out and the 
bladder deflates.  If the individual does not seem appropriately humble and grateful, the 
supervisor will make a note to let that person's bladder fill to a painful degree the next 
time before allowing release."

"What about 'number two'" I asked.

When a worker needs to move his or her bowels the worker presses a button that 
causes a red light to blink repeatedly over their workstation.  Any passing supervisor can 
then stop the blinker, unhook the worker' catheter and unhook the collar chain from the 
individual's workstation and lead him or her to the communal unisex toilet room where 
there are rows of toilets with no privacy partitions.  The toilet room is separated from the 
main workroom by only a floor to ceiling clear glass wall.  Modesty is not encouraged.  
The supervisor stays and watches the act to make sure there is no malingering and no 
masturbation taking place.

It was becoming clear to me that Miss Vixter like to control her 'human resources' and 
she also liked to humiliate,

We walked through a seemingly endless series of factory rooms.  Each of the rooms 
contained 100 or more obviously enslaved workers.  In some rooms we saw fine detail 
work going on that obviously required great manual dexterity.  These rooms tended to be 
populated mainly by female slaves with long graceful hands and fingers that normally 
meant in most cases that they would have thin physiques and long limbs.  In other 
rooms assembly or packaging work was going on that required more gross motor skills 
and much physical energy.  Workers in these rooms tended to have more muscular and 
athletic bodies.

"How do you keep all your slaves so physically fit?"  I wanted to know. 

"I have setup a compulsory program", she responded, "of exercises for strength, 
endurance and flexibility.  Each slave participates in group exercises designed to tone 
his or her body and also gets some one on one attention from my trainers.  I love well-
defined and physically fit bodies.  I get more work out of my slaves that way and they are 
also more appealing to my clients that way – in case I want one of them to provide 
sexual entertainment."

"I see that you use only slaves in your production processes!" I remarked. 

"With the abolition of the Federal Labor Board and the new push by New York State for 
full employment I have been under economic pressures to replace half the slaves with 
nominally free workers.  I very much did not want to make this change.  The reason is 
that much that goes on in these factory rooms involves proprietary processes and 
techniques that cannot be protected by patents.  Free employees can quit their jobs and 
go down the street and work for my competitors, taking my proprietary secrets with 
them.  That is why I have always run this plant with slave labor.  A slave can have all his 
or her knowledge of my secret processes wiped from his or her memory prior to being 
set free at the end of their service."

This answer was no surprise to me.  The ability to memory wipe was one of the main 
features of slavery that made it attractive to industrial employers with secrets to protect.

"But how do you satisfy the requirements of the new full employment law?"  I wanted to 
know.

"Simple.  I buy slave permits from other employers who prefer not to use slave labor.  It 
works something like carbon credits.  An employer can use amounts of slave labor 
above the legal ratio if other employers use less than the legal ratio.  The only 
requirement is that, for the economy as a whole, fifty percent of all jobs must be filled by 
free persons."

I was then taken to Jeff Duncan's office.  It was a small and sparsely furnished private 
office – suitable for interviewing job applicants and employees with acoustic privacy.  
There were no windows to the outside world but there was a floor to ceiling glass wall 
separating this office from the main corridor of the office building, which was heavily 
trafficked.  I noted that there were no curtains or blinds that he could close for visual 
privacy.  

"Ted's desk is placed on the wall behind him", she explained, "so that when he must turn 
around to face a visitor, employee or job applicant for an interview there will be nothing 
between him and his visitor." 

Duncan turned around from his desk and then stood at attention when Miss Vixter and I 
entered his office.  Ted was quite naked.  He was tall and his body was much better 
defined than when I had seen him naked before.  Evidently Miss Vixter had been 
controlling his diet and subjecting him to a rigorous exercise program.  His pectoral 
muscles were well developed and his abdomen was flat and hard.  His pubic hair 
matched the hair on his head.  There was a steel collar around his neck with rings.  One 
of these rings was chained to a large wall mounted ring just above his desk – allowing 
him movement around this small office but not permitting him to leave the office.  The 
collar was engraved with some words.  

"His collar boldly announces to the world that he is "Property of Vixter Enterprises", my 
host proclaimed with a mischievous smile lighting up her features.

I noted that he, like the boy slaves I had seen recently, had a penis ring piercing his 
frenulum but with no leash attached.  Apparently Miss Vixter and I had similar ideas 
about humiliating slaves.   Just then I saw her unclip a light chain that had been attached 
to her belt, walk over to Duncan, grasp his penis with her left hand and attach the 
lightweight penis chain with her right hand.  She then gave a gentle tug several times in 
succession.  Because the flesh at point of attachment was so sensitive, he immediately 
erected.  We both had a good laugh at this!

Having completed her demonstration, she then unclipped the penis chain and re-
attached it to her own belt.  

"Isn't it awkward for a job applicant to be interviewed for a job by a naked Human 
Resources Manager?"  I asked.

"When applicants here fill out their forms they are advised that, if they proceed, they will 
be interviewed by a naked H.R.M.  It is the applicant's choice.  If they feel they cannot 
deal with this they are free to seek work elsewhere.  We have no shortage of applicants 
these days.  We find most applicants accept the idea once they get past the initial 
shock."

"But isn't it stressful for the applicant?" I persisted.  "I mean how does a young female 
applicant keep her composure when she is staring right at the genitals of her male 
interviewer?"

"That isn't the only stress", Miss Vixter continued.  "If Ted finds her attractive he is very 
likely to develop at least a partial erection during the interview.  Since he has no clothing 
and no desk to hide behind he has no way to conceal such arousal from the candidate.  
Actually I find that stress on the candidate to be an advantage in the selection process.  
If a young woman can keep her aplomb under such circumstances I have a pretty good 
idea she will be able to handle any stressful situation with her subordinates, her bosses 
or with our clients.  It is a good test of her self-confidence."

"Doesn't Ted sometimes have to travel to attend professional conferences?"  I asked.

"Yes, he does.  In such situations we inform the conference organizers that Ted can only 
attend their event in the nude.  If they accept that condition then Ted can attend.  
Otherwise not.  Since professional slaves became fairly common in Capitallia most 
conference organizers have found the need to accommodate the many requests they 
get for nude attendees."

"Does he get any sexual relief?" I wanted to know.

"He is permitted no sexual relationship and masturbation is forbidden most of the time.  
Jeff is under total video surveillance 24/7.  Even in the one bathroom he is required to 
use. At night he sleeps restrained in an observation pod.  So he never really has any 
private time."

"Doesn't that lead to him being so frustrated he cannot concentrate on his work?"

"Good question.  We permit him masturbation once per week only.  And he has to 
perform that right here in his office during the noon hour on Mondays so that many 
people passing by will be able to observe him.  At first he couldn't bring himself to do 
that but after a couple of weeks his need became so intense that he had to set aside all 
thoughts of modesty or personal dignity and just take his relief at the appointed times."

"I don't see any whip marks on his ass.  That was a condition of his sentence – that he 
be whipped periodically."

"Well it hasn't been quite 3 months yet.  He is due for his first trip to the public whip 
master next week."  

"And is he being prostituted?" I asked.  "That too was one of my sentence conditions."

"He only works 30 hours a week here in his professional capacity.  I made arrangements 
with that lady who runs "Cunnilingus Bars of New York" to use him the other 30 hours a 
week!  As you know they have mostly an older clientele!"

"Excellent!" I said.  I sure didn't want Ted getting pleasure out of his forced prostitution.  
With that we concluded our interview and I left the plant.

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Late that afternoon I got a call at the office from Principal Deevers.  He wanted me to 
know that Rachel had been arrested.  Two uniformed officers had come to the school 
looking for her.  She had left early because her last class was cancelled.  So the officers 
had gone looking for her in a part of town where they had seen her working as a 
prostitute before.  They had found her on the street, taken her into custody and she had 
used one of the two phone calls allowed her to notify Deevers of her arrest.   

I put in a call to the prosecutor's office, identified myself as a Public Advocate and 
learned that Rachel, a non-citizen, was to be arraigned in two days time before the 
Administrative Court of New York State, Division 32 of midtown Manhattan.  Upon her 
arrest Rachel had the presence of mind to insist on speaking to a lawyer.  Arrangements 
were already in process for a court appointed public defender for her.

On the day of arraignment I went to the Administrative Court for her hearing.  Non-
citizens usually had their cases heard in one of these administrative courts, where cases 
were decided either by a single judge or by a three-judge tribunal.  There was no right to 
jury trial and trials could not be put off by lengthy pre-trial motions or by discovery.  If a 
case involved charges serious enough that the penalty would be enslavement for more 
than two years, then the non-citizen defendant was entitled to have his or her case 
'kicked up' to one of the 'regular' judicial branch courts normally reserved for citizens.  If 
such a transfer request were granted then the non-citizen defendant would have all the 
rights any citizen would have including trial by jury.

I heard the bailiff call the court to order and Administrative Judge Marsha Beemis took 
the bench.  There were only a scattered few people in the courtroom that morning, 
mainly lawyers I assumed and a few clients who were not in custody.  The clerk called a 
case that was quickly disposed of.  Then the clerk called Rachel's case.   

"State of New York v. Rachel Green, your honor.  Emancipated 16-year old defendant 
charged with committing an act of prostitution in a 'prostitution free school zone' as 
defined in the statute.  Also charged with 'statutory rape' and 'corrupting the morals of a 
minor' as these terms are defined in the statute.  Also charged with inappropriate hooker 
attire in an upscale area of the city."

Two men I took to be attorneys walked up to the podium.  At the same time two guards 
brought in a frightened Rachel with her hands cuffed in front of her and had her stand 
next to her one of the men at the podium.  Her hands were then uncuffed.  It was an 
interesting contrast to see a black girl clad in bright orange jail attire consisting of a 
sleeveless t-shirt, short shorts and open toed orange sandals.  Her bare legs looked lean 
and athletic and suggested a person who took good care of herself.  This couldn't hurt 
with the judge.  I had the impression Rachel was probably meeting her court appointed 
attorney for the first time.

"For the record your honor, Morris Whitman of the public prosecutor's office."

"James Brown, public defender, for the defense your honor.  Waive reading of the 
charges."

"And who are you young lady?" the judge was addressing me as I had risen to stand 
near the people at the podium

"Stephanie Glenn, Public Advocate, your honor."

"I take it your interest in this case is unofficial at this point, since you have not yet been 
assigned by the Court?"

"That is correct your honor."

"How does defendant plead?" the judge inquired.

"Not guilty on all charges your honor."

"Do the people wish to be heard on bail?" the judge continued.

"The people will be satisfied for the defendant to be released on her own recognizance, 
but with an electronic ankle bracelet", Mr. Whitman stated.

"Defense has no objection." Mr. Brown replied.

"So ordered.  Are there any other motions at this time?" the judge inquired.

"Since the charges could carry a penalty in excess of two years enslavement, defense 
moves at this time for the case to be transferred to a judicial branch court where 
defendant shall be entitled to trial by jury, your honor."

"The people object your honor.  Defendant is a common prostitute and she has 
confessed.  We hardly think the case merits a jury trial!"

"I will defer my ruling on the transfer motion at this time", the judge announced.  "What 
needs to happen first is some good faith plea negotiation!  It seems to me you fine 
officers of the court ought to be able to reach some settlement that would save the State 
of New York a full blown jury trial!  I ask that you use Conference Room A and come 
back before me by end of day.  Defendant may participate in conference.  Public 
Advocate may participate if permission granted by defense counsel.  Next case."

The prosecutor did not look too happy at this.  In effect the judge had chided him for over 
charging the case.  At the same time the judge was signaling he might rule in favor of 
defense motion for transfer to a 'regular court' unless the parties could reach agreement. 
That would mean giving up some of the charges.  As the clerk was calling out the next 
case the two attorneys and I made all made our way out the back of the courtroom and 
the two guards followed with the defendant.  This time only one of Rachel's hands was 
cuffed to one of the guards.  As soon as we all reached the public hallway Rachel spoke 
up.

"Mr. Brown, thank you for representing me.  I would like you to meet Stephanie Glenn, 
someone who has already been helpful to me in this matter.  I would ask that she be 
allowed to sit in on the conference."

"That will be fine Rachel, as long as it is understood that I am the only one doing the 
talking for the defense."

"Agreed", I said.

"Mr. Brown", I continued since we were not yet in the conference with opposing counsel, 
"isn't there some way that new law passed in my name could help Rachel?"

"Afraid not Miss Glenn.  Stephanie's Law was written to protect persons being 
indentured for debt.  This is a criminal situation so it wouldn't apply here.  The kinds of 
punishments we are faced with are those defined in the criminal law."

"Oh", I said as my hopes for Rachel began to fade.

Soon we were at Conference Room A and were all comfortably seated.
"From what I hear your golf game hasn't improved a bit Morris!"  attorney Brown chided.

"No, perhaps I was too busy winning the 'Lawyer of the Year' award last year to really 
devote enough time to my game!" 

"Cut the crap Morris" Brown retorted.  You know why we are here.  You have over 
charged my client.  She is a 16-year old girl who screwed a 16-year old boy.  Since 
when is that 'statutory rape'?"

"When the 16-year old girl has gotten herself estranged from her parents and recognized 
by a court as legally an adult", Whitman responded.  What we have is an adult, in the 
eyes of the law, who has had sex with a minor for money."

"What is your actual evidence that a sex act took place in exchange for money?"  Brown 
asked.

"First we have the boy's sworn statement, then a sworn statement from the freshman 
boy who overheard the deal being negotiated, and finally a signed confession by the 
girl."

"The freshman boy didn't see anything actually happen and I have a good chance to get 
the girl's confession thrown out because you questioned her after she asked for a 
lawyer.  So you are left with only the statement of this Brad Jackson, a notorious bully, 
whose credibility I could easily undercut on the witness stand."

"But we have something else.  Principal Deevers sent over the videotape taken by the 
school's surveillance cameras showing both the exchange of money and the actual sex 
act.  I have seen the tape and know that it proves our case absolutely.  If you get the 
girl's confession thrown out I will have to play that tape in open court.  That may not be 
in your client's best interest!"

"We would argue blackmail and entrapment by the boy", Brown answered.

"From what I can see", Whitman responded, "you have no evidence to support either of 
those claims.  The schoolboy who witnessed the conversation heard only an agreement 
to trade sex for money and a plan to meet after school.  There is nothing on the 
videotape to suggest blackmail.  Then there is also the matter of her being arrested for 
wearing garish hooker attire on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.  We have a 
gentleman who pressed charges for that because he says he was aggrieved to have his 
ten year old daughter see something like that on her way home from school."

"Look Morris – drop all but the prostitution on school grounds charge and the 
inappropriate attire charge.  My client will plead guilty with your recommendation that 
punishment be limited to six months of part time community servitude that will allow her 
to continue in school."

"Can I say something?" Rachel tried to get a word in edgewise.

"Wait Rachel", her attorney cautioned.

"Your dreaming Jim.  The mood of the public right now is to clamp down hard on sex 
between adults and minors – especially on school grounds.  The public wants to see 
examples made of people who do not observe these moral rules."

"Do you have a counter-offer Morris?"

"Yes.  Your client pleads guilty to all four charges and I will recommend a Public 
Whipping and Humiliation to be followed by four years of part time community servitude 
while she finishes high school and continues on to a job or college.  Her community 
service will be by auction to the highest bidder."

"No. You drop the 'statutory rape' charge.  My client pleads guilty to the other three 
charges with a recommendation for a Private Whipping, not a public one, and one year 
of community servitude by auction."

"Done", said the prosecutor.  "That is if you can sell it to your client.  I will leave the room 
for now while you explain the facts of life to her.  I will be down at the attorney's lounge 
when you are ready for me.  If she accepts we are ready to go back before the judge."

With that the prosecutor left.

"How can you sell me out like this?"  Rachel was crying now.  "I am innocent of any 
wrong doing and you want to plead me guilty?"

"Rachel", I jumped in.  "Your attorney is not 'selling you out' as you put it.  He is being 
realistic about what your options are and trying to get you the best deal he can."

"That is exactly right!" her attorney jumped in.  "And thank you Miss Glenn for your vote 
of confidence!"

"Rachel", he continued in a more gentle tone, "you may be innocent in your own heart 
and in the minds of those who know you best, but right now we are concerned with 
whether you can persuade a judge or a jury of your innocence, given the facts we have 
to work with."  

"But don't you believe me that I was blackmailed by Bart?"

"Actually I do believe you Rachel.  But the real question is whether the judges on the 
tribunal or a jury will believe you.  You have no witnesses that can back up your version.  
I think the chances you can persuade them just on your say so are not good.  If you fail 
to prove the blackmail then they have to confine their attention to the facts that are 
proven – that you traded sex for money on a school campus!"

"What happens if I say no to this deal?"  Rachel asked.

In that case I will have to insist this judge move your case to a judicial branch court and 
there get you a jury trial.  Everything would depend on whether you could persuade a 
jury of 12 citizens of the truth of your claim based on your word versus the word of this 
Bart who would likely testify that he never made any such threats to you."  

"Isn't there a chance a jury would find me more believable than that Bart?"

"It would be a real crapshoot at best.  And you could easily lose, get convicted on all 
counts and wind up enslaved for as much as five years.  That would be full time slavery 
and forget about finishing high school.  And your prospects for getting a good job after 
you complete your slavery would not be good.  Ex slaves who have not finished either 
high school or an apprenticeship are not exactly in demand by employers."

Rachel was crying softly now.  I wrapped my arm around her slender shoulders and felt 
that her whole body was trembling.  After what seemed like ten minutes Rachel stopped 
crying and finally spoke.

"Tell him I will take the deal then", she said with more resolve than most girls her age 
would have had.  Now there was firmness in her voice and in her face.

Her attorney asked us to wait in the conference room while he chased down the 
prosecutor.  In a little while he came back.

"It's all set", he said.  "We can go back before the judge now."

When we entered the courtroom the judge was finishing up another case.  Soon 
Rachel's case was called again.

"Have the parties reached a bargain?"  the judge asked.

"We have your honor" said first the prosecutor and then defense counsel.

"Before taking your plea, Rachel Green, I must advise you that while this Court normally 
imposes a sentence close to that which has been agreed upon between the parties, I 
cannot guarantee that this will be so in all cases or in your case.  The Court reserves the 
right to impose a sentence that may be more severe in some respects than what the 
attorneys have discussed if the Court feels that justice would not be served otherwise."

"I understand your honor", Rachel responded.

"Will counsel please state for the record the agreement that was discussed and 
presented to defendant?"

"Your honor, the people have agreed to drop the 'statutory rape' charge and defendant 
has agreed to plead guilty to the other three charges.  The people are recommending 
that defendant receive a Private Whipping not a Public Whipping in view of her youth, 
and that she be spared the usual sexual humiliation that would accompany the whipping.  
The people are recommending that she be sentenced to part time community servitude, 
on a schedule compatible with her finishing high school, not to exceed one year with her 
services to be auctioned to the highest bidder."

"Is this all acceptable to the defense?" the judge asked.

"We are in agreement, your honor."

"Rachel Green, do you give your oath now that you will tell the whole truth and nothing 
but the truth in response to the questions I must now ask you?"

"I do, your honor."

"Rachel Green, do you, of your own free will, admit that on March 5th of this year, you 
entered into a verbal agreement with one Bart Jackson, a 16-year old high school 
student, to have sexual intercourse with him in exchange for money?"

"I do."

"Do you also of your own free will admit that later that same day you did meet this Bart 
Jackson and go with him to an art department studio where you did accept a payment of 
ten dollars for your services and then have sexual intercourse with this boy?"

"I do."

"Do you also of your own free will admit that you were aware at the time that state law 
designates a school campus as a 'prostitution free zone' and that it would be a violation 
of state law for you to engage in such a transaction on school grounds?"

"I do."

"Do you also of your own free will admit that you were aware at the time that it would be 
a crime under state law for anyone recognized by the law as an adult to have sex with 
anyone recognized by the law as a minor?"

"I do."

"Has anyone coerced you into making any of the above statements or promised you 
anything in return for making this statement?"

"No your honor."

"Do you then plead guilty to the felony of 'corrupting a minor' and to the misdemeanor of 
'prostituting yourself in a prostitution free school zone'?"

"I do your honor."

"Do you also of your own free will admit that on March 12th of this year you were 
soliciting customers on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, a restricted zone, wearing a 
micro skirt, fishnet stockings and a pink wig?"
"I do your honor."

"The Court accepts your guilty plea on all three counts", the judge intoned.  "Before I can 
set the sentence I will need the results of the required Family Impact Study.  Counselor, 
do you have that for me?"

The prosecutor handed a report to the judge with a copy for defense counsel.  The judge 
took a few moments to quickly thumb through the report.

"I see that Rachel was being sexually molested by her father two years ago, that her 
mother was an alcoholic who totally neglected her and that these were the reasons she 
sought emancipation from a court.  She has no relationship to either parent at this time.  
I also see that Rachel has no children and no siblings or extended family that are 
dependant on her for their care and that she has no serious medical problems."

Does defense counsel disagree with these findings or wish to add anything?"

"Defense agrees with the family impact study your honor", Mr. Brown stated.  "We would 
only like to bring up a couple of matters by way of mitigation of sentence.  First I would 
ask that defendant be sworn in that she might put her own account of why she did what 
she did on the record."

"I will allow it but only for mitigation of sentence.  Proceed."

Rachel took the witness stand and stated that she had been blackmailed into having sex 
with Bart, quoting the exact conversation that had transpired in the cafeteria between 
herself and Bart.  She also stated that it had always been her policy not to bring her 
prostitution activities on school grounds or to have other students as her customers.  
Then she stepped down.  

"That is a pretty speech Miss Green", the prosecutor responded, "but we have only your 
word for it.  On the other hand I have a sworn affidavit from Bart Jackson that no such 
blackmail threat was ever made which I would ask be made part of the record."

"So ordered"

"I would add", defense counsel continued, "that defendant is a straight-A student at 
Wickmore High School where she is studying biology and hoping to go on to major in 
biology in college.  She has nobody to support her and is dependant entirely on her 
earnings from prostitution to pay her tuition and all her living and medical expenses.  
Defense would ask the Court to consider these circumstances and avoid imposing a 
sentence that is so harsh as to ruin the girl's life prospects."

"Your point is noted counselor.  I will review the sentence recommendations and 
announce my sentence in one hour.  Court is adjourned until then."

The judge banged her gavel and retired from the courtroom.

We all went down to the attorney's lounge and had coffee to quell our nerves while 
awaiting the judge's decision.  Conversation turned to some further developments at the 
school.  

Rachel told us how her affection for her friend Don was growing.  It seemed he had 
taken a hint from something Principal Deevers said in our last meeting.  He had actually 
broken into the school's security office tape room in the wee hours of the morning.  He 
found what he thought was the tape of the sex between Rachel and Bart and removed 
the tape, bringing it to Rachel for safekeeping without viewing the tape.  He thought he 
had thereby destroyed the evidence of her 'crime'.  Unfortunately, when Rachel played 
the tape she discovered that he had stolen the wrong tape!  But she loved Don for his 
valiant effort to save her.

After about an hour the bailiff came to call us back into the courtroom.  We rose when 
the judge came back in and took our seats when she motioned us to sit.

"I have carefully reviewed the sentence recommendations.  I think on the whole they are 
too lenient for a crime of this sort.  An example must be made that will discourage others 
from corrupting our youth and contaminating an institution of learning with such sordid 
business transactions.  It is clear from the sentencing recommendations approved by the 
legislature that a more severe sentence is warranted than what the parties have agreed 
to in their discussions."

Rachel looked frantically at her lawyer and tugged at his sleeve.  He ignored her for the 
moment.

"The Court has no problem going along with the whipping being a private rather than a 
public one in view of the defendant's age.  But in all sexually based offenses it is 
customary for the convicted person to receive a sexual humiliation as well as a whipping.  
That is what the guidelines call for and I cannot ignore that.  The Public Whip Master will 
be directed to schedule a Private Whipping to which a selected audience of no more 
than 100 persons may be invited, drawn from the regular customer list of that facility.  
This is to be a 'Level Two Enhanced Whipping' as defined in the statute." 

Attorney Brown was on his feet to address the Court at this point.

"Sit down counselor until I am finished with the sentence!" the judge snapped at him.

"The Public Whip Master", the judge continued, "will be further directed that he shall, as 
part of the Public Whipping event, hold an auction concerning the right to inflict the 
legally required sexual humiliation upon defendant.  Only persons who are at least 18 
years old and sign an affidavit before the auction affirming that they are not friends or 
relatives of the defendant shall be allowed to bid in such auction.  The sexual humiliation 
may be either rape or such other sex act as the Whip Master shall choose in his sole 
discretion."

"The Public Whip Master will also be directed to schedule a Private Auction to determine 
who shall have control of defendant and benefit from her services during her time of 
servitude.  Again, only persons who are at least 18 years old and sign an affidavit before 
the auction affirming that they are not friends or relatives of the defendant shall be 
allowed to bid in such auction.  In view of defendant's youth, there is to be no public 
advertisement of either the whipping event or the auction event.  These two events may 
be scheduled back to back on the same day or scheduled on separate days.  While 
audio-video recording of these events is allowed, there is to be no public or private sale 
of such recordings unless authorized at a future date by this Court."

"The Court has no problem going along with part time community servitude rather than 
full time slavery.  The Court recognizes the importance of allowing defendant to finish 
her high school education and also to have enough free time to continue earning money 
as a prostitute in order to be able to pay for her high school education.  Therefore the 
Community Servitude Indenture shall be limited to 8 hours per week.  The buyer shall 
have the option however to convert this to a 20 hour per week indenture provided that he 
or she is willing to assume financial responsibility for providing room, board and clothing, 
and paying Rachel's tuition and medical expenses."  

"I am sentencing defendant to two full years of such servitude and, since the offenses 
were sexual in nature, the Court is specifying that the servitude will be and must be 
sexual in nature.  It will be the indenture buyer's legal responsibility to insure that 
defendant is kept naked at nearly all times during her indenture and that she is required 
to perform a certain number and variety of sexual acts each and every week with 
customers not of her own choosing."

"Now you may be heard counselor", the judge said, turning to defense counsel.

"Your honor, with all due respect, defense must protest the severity of a Level Two 
Enhanced Whipping for one so young and whose only offense was having sex with a 
boy her own age!  Defense requests a hearing for reconsideration of sentence be 
scheduled, at which time we will present testimonials to her good character.  Defense 
also requests that the execution of sentence be stayed until after such reconsideration."   
 
"Your objection is noted for the record, but I will not schedule a reconsideration hearing 
and I will not stay my order.  My formal order, spelling out all the details of this, will be 
available as of tomorrow noon.  Court is adjourned."

With that she banged the gavel and left the courtroom.  Rachel was tugging on her 
attorney's sleeve.

"What does 'enhanced punishment' mean?" she said, her body trembling, fear in her 
voice. 

"Let me worry about that for now Rachel.  I will explain it later.  Right now you need to go 
with the guards to collect your things and receive your ankle bracelet."

"So what does it mean?" I asked as soon as Rachel was gone and we were out in the 
hall.

"It means that all the unpleasant emotions associated with a whipping will be multiplied 
through a combination of drugs and hypnosis.  The prisoner will be made to experience 
far more than the usual amount of humiliation, of fear and of pain.  The goal of these 
procedures is to 'break' the prisoner – to make the punishment so severe the prisoner 
becomes disoriented as to time and place and loses control of her vocal utterances and 
her behavior for the duration of the punishment!"

"That sounds horrible", I said.  "Is there nothing that can be done to stop this from 
happening?"

"It is horrible and I can only put it down to the fact that Marsha Beemis has an attitude 
toward prostitutes not shared by most of the public.  There is something that I can do but 
it is a long shot.  I will file an 'Appeal of Sentence' with the administrative tribunal.  They 
would be very reluctant to overturn the sentence of the trial Court, moreover even if they 
did their ruling would probably not come in time to save Rachel."

The guards escorted Rachel back to jail and the defense attorney and I wandered out 
into the street dazed by what had happened.

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Cheryl Clifford was also no longer my property, but she was serving her slavery at 
"Fantasy Showgirls" under a sentence that I had devised for her.  I wanted to follow up in 
her case to make sure she was being used not only as a pole dancer but also as a 
prostitute to take customers who enjoyed her dancing 'upstairs' afterwards.  Also I felt a 
need to be sure her two little girls, ages 8 and 11, were being properly looked after in a 
licensed 'COS compliant' residential facility for children of slaves.  

I went to the residential facility first in the late afternoon.  The matron who ran the place 
was more than willing to give me a tour.  We saw that the sleeping accommodations 
were mostly barracks style but that there were some private sleeping rooms for the 
slaves who had children living with them.  We saw some women sleeping in their bunks 
but saw few children in the sleeping rooms.  Then she took us down the hall to a 
playroom where we saw lots of children playing with toys and computers. 

"We care here for the children of slaves", the matron explained.  "Many of the mothers 
are working in the sex trades – as dancers or as prostitutes.  Those two kids over there 
are the children of Cheryl Clifford.  The other kids they are playing with are the children 
of other dancers who work at "Fantasy Showgirls" or other similar places."

"Do you think I might speak to Cheryl's kids?"  I asked.

"I don't see why not", she replied.

With that she went over and collected the two girls and brought them to me.

"This is Denise", she said pointing to the 11 year old.  "And this is Shirley", she said 
pointing to the 8 year old.  "Girls I want you to meet Miss Stephanie Glenn.  She knows 
your mother."

The two just looked at me puzzled as to who I was and why I was there.  Denise was tall 
for her age, pretty and thin.  Shirley was a bit chubbier and cute as a button.

"Are they giving you enough to eat?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Miss Stephanie!  The food is great!"

"I see that you skinned your knee Shirley.  Did someone give you first aid for that?"

"Oh yes, they have a doctor here and a nurse!" the child replied enthusiastically.

"Every day your mother has to leave you for some hours so she can go to work.  Do you 
know what kind of work she does?"  I directed my question to Denise, the older of the 
two.

"She is a dancer!" Denise replied proudly.

"What does that mean?"  I asked innocently.

"Well it's like when Shirley and I took ballet lessons – only Mom does it so much better 
that people pay just to see her dance!"

"Are you keeping up with your ballet lessons?" I asked.

"Well not since we moved here.  Mom said she couldn't afford the lessons anymore", the 
girl said with a pout.

"I will speak to the man your mom works for and see if something can't be worked out so 
you can continue your lessons", I said.

With that I had seen all I really needed to see on this tour and made my exit.

For my evening visit to the club Bill agreed to go with me as my escort.  We entered the 
club about 10 o'clock when the club was quite busy.  The music was loud.  We 
generously tipped the bouncer in order to get a booth that also had a good view of the 
runway stage where the pole dancers worked.  

One dancer was up there gyrating away all around the pole.  She was full figured with 
large firm breasts, entirely naked but for hose and high heels and thrusting her crotch 
provocatively at the bar patrons who were almost entirely male.  She had a large bush of 
black pubic hair that matched the hair on her head and was well trimmed so that it hid 
nothing the male patrons would want to see.  I noticed that her nipples were erect, that 
her crotch was damp with secretions and that her clitoris was just visible.  

She finished her dance to thunderous applause.  We saw her put her g-string back on 
and one of the bar patrons assisted her in climbing back down from the stage.  He 
copped a feel as he did so.  Then we saw him whisper something in her ear.  She 
nodded and he followed her to a counter in the rear of the bar area where there was a 
counter with computer terminals, scanners and attendants.  He produced what looked 
like a debit card and one of the register attendants swiped it.  After a momentary delay 
the attendant turned to the dancer and mouthed the words "He's OK", then handed the 
man what appeared to be tokens of some sort.  From there the man and the dancer 
began climbing an open circular staircase leading upstairs.  The two of them 
disappeared from sight.

There had been a lull in the music.  Just then our attention was drawn back to the 
runway stage by the voice of an announcer over the P.A. system.

"Our next dancer is new to our stage.  She is a mother with two little girls.  As you know 
many of our dancers are free employees, others work under indentures, but this one is a 
full penal slave.  She is a modest woman who would probably never have volunteered 
for this kind of work but we have her because she is serving a criminal sentence.

"For what?" somebody in the crowd shouted.

"It seems she failed to protect slaves that were under her care as a slave advocate.  So 
she lost her freedom.  But her loss is our gain, right gentlemen?"

There was a roar of approval at this.

"But this is her first appearance on our stage and she is nervous.  Let's give her a warm 
welcome to Fantasy Showgirls'!  Come on guys!  The new dancers need 
encouragement!  And don't forget to tip the dancers and the barmaids.  Now let's give it 
up for "Sugar"!  

With that the loud music started up again and I saw a young woman I well knew as 
Cheryl Clifford climbing the steps to the elevated runway stage.  Her long slender legs 
were clad in white nylons and sitting pretty atop white high-heeled shoes.  He skirt was a 
micro mini, her midriff bare.  I couldn't help but admire the very flat muscular abdomen 
she had.  The abbreviated top molded to her chest so the general shape of her breasts 
could be seen.  A steel collar with some inscription could be seen about her neck, so 
that the customers not lose track of the fact that she was a slave.

I saw Cheryl execute a series of flying leaps and other moves only a ballerina or a 
gymnast could pull off.  Then it was the second song and she was taking all her clothes 
off, except for the nylons, high heels and her g-string.  The latter was just translucent 
enough that her pubic pelt could be seen through them and pulled tight enough to neatly 
show her camel toe.  She began writhing about the central pole in a manner designed to 
be sexually suggestive.   After a few minutes of this the announcer's voice could be 
heard over the P.A.

"Remember what you were taught Sugar.  The customers want to see it all

With some hesitation and obvious reluctance her fingers went to the g-string, unfastened 
the clips and drew it away from herself dropping it on the floor.  I thought I saw her 
suppress a tear that started to form at the corner of one eye.

She began again to writhe about the pole in that sexually suggestive manner, to thrust 
her pelvis toward the audience and to draw attention to her now uncovered genitals.  
Male bar patrons were slapping five-dollar bills on the edge of the stage.  Cheryl would 
come to first one and then another giving each a 'private show' of her 'private parts'.  
She would then use her cunt muscles to pick up the five-dollar bill and deposit it in a 
basket she had brought up on the stage.

"That's a girl Sugar!  Just like we taught you!" the announcer's voice boomed.

Soon her performance was finished, there was vigorous applause and hooting as she 
put back on her g-string and micro skirt, but not her top and a bar patron extended a 
hand to help her down the stairs.  Of course he also had to cop a feel as he did so.  
Cheryl came over to where Bill and I were sitting and humbly asked if we enjoyed her act 
and to thank me for making such good arrangements for her daughters.  I had her bend 
over our table because I wanted to read the inscription on her steel collar.  It said 
"Property of Fantasy Showgirls".  Just then a patron quickly approached her and 
whispered something and the two of them headed for the computer terminals in the 
back.  This man's debit card was also scanned and they too headed up the open spiral 
staircase.

About then the manager of the place noticed us and came over and sat down at our 
booth.  I knew him of course since he was the one to whom I had turned over custody of 
Cheryl.

"Bill, this is Bud Harris", I said.  "He runs this place."

"She's doing real well for a new girl", Harris allowed.  "In two years her 11 year old girl 
will be 13 and I think we can work something out so as to create a mother/daughter 
dance team!"

"That should be an exciting act to see!" Bill interjected.

"We have certain days of the week", the manager commented, "when our dance acts are 
not as lewd as what you are seeing tonight.  If we use a 13 year old girl in an act I can 
assure you the dancing would be more artistic and less sexually explicit than tonight's 
performance.  Still it would be an erotic dance for sure!"

"If you really want that act to be spectacular, I have a suggestion!"  I said.

"Really – let's have it!"

"Cheryl's two girls had been taking ballet lessons.  Those were stopped a few months 
back because Cheryl had no way to pay for the lessons.  I think if you pay for the girls to 
continue those lessons you will have new showgirls in the pipeline with superb skills!"

"I appreciate the idea.  I may just do that!"

With that we had seen enough and made our exit.




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