A 'Routine' Enslavement
by Falcon


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Chapter 2.   The Slaver As A Young Man


Earlier today my partner and I, together with staff, celebrated the 
twentieth anniversary of the founding of the William Steelforth Agency.  A 
second cause for festivities was that 2136 was promising to be a banner 
year for the firm.

Our celebration caused me to reflect on just who I, William Steelforth, had 
been as a young man, what my values had been then and since, how I 
developed an early interest in slavery, and why I eventually founded a 
firm to earn my living doing something I not only believe in, but also enjoy! 

I was never an egalitarian, even in my high school days, since I always 
believed that people were essentially unequal in every sense.  The 
founders of the United States erred, in my judgment, in building a nation 
on the principles that all people should be equal before the law and equal 
in the voting booth.

But things were starting to change. 

In 2089, three years before I was born, our nation, now called Capitallia, 
had been formed by 38 states seceding from the old United States.  All 
this had happened because of a civil war over the issues of taxation, the 
voting franchise and slavery.

The new nation had started by adopting a constitution very much like that 
of the U.S.  There were two very significant differences however.  

The first was encoded as the Servitude Article of the new nation, and 
provided that Congress might pass slavery laws or indentured servitude 
laws which would be constitutional, not only as a punishment for crime, as 
in the United States, but also as a means for the satisfaction of debt.  The 
article also provided that Congress might pass laws establishing voluntary 
servitude or slavery, i.e. a man or woman might sell himself or herself into 
bondage.

The second was encoded as the Citizenship Article.  Its effect was to 
deny universal suffrage in favor of a restrictive definition of citizenship:

Section 1.  Citizenship in Capitallia shall be a right that 
must be earned by demonstrating appropriate knowledge 
of basic principles of government, and by paying a 
citizenship tax that shall be apportioned equally among all 
citizens.  No person who has not attained the age of 
twenty-five years may become a citizen. 

Section 2.  A person who is not a citizen shall not be 
entitled to vote, serve on a jury, own real estate, own a 
business, own or carry a firearm, or sue or be sued in the 
civil courts of the nation's judiciary. 

Section 3.  A person who is not a citizen may be required 
to carry or wear an identification device that shall provide 
for positive ID, remote 

tracking, and public display of his or her status.  Such 
device must be presented to any officer of the law upon 
demand.   Such person shall have only such rights of 
personal, financial, or medical privacy as Congress shall 
see fit to provide by statute.

Section 4.  Administrative tribunals, with limited appeal 
rights, shall be established to resolve disputes by or 
against persons who are not citizens.

The Congress soon passed legislation to implement the Citizenship 
Article and within a few years after the founding of the new nation the 
number of citizens had been reduced to about half of the nation's adult 
population.  This was to set the stage for still further developments that 
would make the nation even less egalitarian.

Congress was also under pressure from the very beginning of the new 
nation to pass legislation implementing the Servitude Article.  At first 
Congress passed laws that only allowed for 'indentured servitude' for a 
limited number of years.  Indentures whether voluntary or for debt, could 
be bought and sold, but it was said that the person could not be bought or 
sold.  

Only a few years after the Citizenship laws were passed Congress had 
enacted the "Community Labor and Debtor Restitution Act".  I would have 
been only a few years old at the time this was passed.  

The purpose of this law was to provide some relief for creditors by 
indenturing the insolvent debtor for a term of up to eight years, or until he 
or she had worked off the debt, whichever came first.  The law also 
allowed a man or woman to indenture himself or herself voluntarily for up 
to eight years in exchange for some valuable consideration, such as 
payment of medical expenses of a loved one.

The debtor's indenture belonged to his creditor in the first instance, and 
could be sold to others.  It was said that the indenture could be bought 
and sold, but not the person.  Nevertheless many young women and men 
wound up having their indentures sold to brothels.

My own first experience with prostitution happened the year I started high 
school.  Prostitution had been legal for some thirty years by then. 

The laws, for some time, had permitted boys as young as 14 to enjoy the 
services of licensed houses of female prostitution if accompanied by their 
father or male guardian.  My first two visits were with my dad.  The 
minimum age for a girl wishing to enjoy a male prostitute was 16, and 
only if accompanied by her mother or a female guardian.  

On my first visit I was 14 and accompanied by my father.  This was some 
11 years after the "Community Labor and Debtor Restitution Act" so that, 
while there may have been a few voluntary prostitutes, most of them, at 
that time, were serving the public on a strictly involuntary basis.   Many a 
young woman, indentured for debt, or convicted of some crime, ended up 
being forced to serve the public sexually, in either a public or private 
brothel.  

The supply of women available to brothel operators was plentiful and their 
cost was low, and accordingly the prices charged to the customers were 
quite reasonable compared to what prices had been for such services 
when all prostitution had been voluntary!  .  Perhaps best of all, or so I 
thought at the time, was the fact that these new involuntary prostitutes 
had no right of refusal.  They must serve all customers, and in whatever 
way the customer desired!

It seemed just to me that young people should work off their debts in this 
way if that is where they were most needed, and just also that the most 
productive members of society should be able to enjoy themselves by 
patronizing such establishments.

While kinky services were probably available even then, my father 
thought it best, for my first visit, to sign me up for a very conventional 
intercourse experience.  I never was informed, on that occasion, if the 
woman who serviced me was there on a voluntary or involuntary basis.  
Perhaps my father did not want me to dwell on that aspect of prostitution 
at the tender age of 14. What really mattered to me then was that I was 
going to enjoy my first fuck!

A year later I talked my father into taking me again.  This time I was all 
keyed up on the idea of enjoying a woman on a non-consensual basis.  I 
asked my dad if special arrangements could be made. 

 I wanted to be certain I would have the opportunity to fuck, not just any 
woman, but one who was paying her debt to society for, say some white 
collar crime!  I wanted a chance to read her file first and learn something 
of her sexual history and what was the crime for which she had been 
sentenced.  That would make fucking her much more of a thrill!  It was!

I can remember a rather heated discussion I had, in my senior year of 
high school, about servitude ideas with Mr. Maxwell, my high school 
civics teacher.  My teacher had given a rather impassioned lecture about 
the evils of our law that legalized a limited form of slavery.  I went back to 
his classroom at the end of the school day.

"You wanted to see me about the homework, Bill?"  My teacher glanced 
up at me from his desk expectantly.

"No sir," I replied. "I really wanted to talk to you about what you said in 
class today." I hesitated.  "What I mean is, you said you had some serious 
objections to that law, you know, the one about indentured servitude."

"Go ahead Bill."  He shifted in his chair and looked more interested 
already.

"I just don't get it!"  I blurted out.  "I thought it was a pretty neat law!  Our 
family gets its grass cut, its cars washed, and snow shoveled, all for next 
to nothing!  We even have a maid to keep the house tidy.  Dad says we 
couldn't afford any of these things before the indenture laws!  And all my 
friends think it is a cool law too!"

"Don't you ever think of the rights of the people who are indentured?"  My 
teacher responded, in his patient teacher voice.

"Well yeah, I guess I think of that sometimes.  But these people need to 
pay their debt to society, or to their creditors, so they really gave up their 
rights when they committed a crime, mismanaged their money or sold 
themselves to pay for medical care!!"
"Some of us would argue," he pointed out in a calm even tone, "that there 
are certain rights no person can give up or have taken away!  Even if he 
or she is hopelessly in debt, or has committed a crime!"  The prime 
examples would be the right of a person to life, to liberty, and to the 
pursuit of happiness."

"Sir," I replied with excitement, seeing the possibility of a rhetorical 
victory, "would that mean that a man who is too poor to feed his family or 
pay for his family's medical care, for example, should not be able to sell 
himself into slavery, in exchange for financial support for his family?"

"That had always been one of the core beliefs of our forefathers!   It is in 
the Declaration of Independence of the United States.  It was the law we 
all lived under until radical revolutionaries brought about the secession of 
our state and 37 others from the U.S. just a few years before you were 
born.  You realize not all of us agreed with the secession, but we lost out 
to the radicals."

"But Mr. Maxwell, what if the man dearly loved his wife or his child and 
one of them needed an operation that cost well beyond the amount of 
money he could ever earn in wages as a free laborer?  Should he have to 
watch his loved one die because he cannot raise money by selling or 
indenturing himself?"

"Bill, listen to what I am saying!  The man should not be faced with such a 
choice in a civilized society.  Medical care is a basic right, and society 
should pay for this man's loved one to have the operation if he cannot pay 
himself."  My teacher was beginning to show signs of impatience with my 
argument.

"If medical care is a basic right," I replied "doesn't that mean that some of 
us must give up quite a bit of our 'liberty' and our 'right to pursue our own 
happiness' in order to pay for someone else's medical care?  Isn't that a 
form of slavery in itself?"  I felt I had him there.

"Sometimes we have to make sacrifices, Bill.  If a woman, for example, 
has to indenture herself just to live, or to pay for her child's operation, she 
can hardly be equal to other citizens in any sense, can she?"   He 
seemed to feel he had me there.

"Why should we even care" I boldly questioned "if everyone is equal in 
political, social, or legal terms?"  

He looked shocked at my statement.

"Sir, you seem to be saying we should go back to the egalitarian ideas of 
the old United States.  Did that nation not, in effect, allow the slothful and 
the willfully uninformed to have a huge voice in determining who the 
national leaders would be and how the tax dollars would be spent? "   I 
was on a roll.  How could he possibly counter my argument?

"Bill, when you create a class of people who don't have all the same 
rights as the rest of us, you create the conditions for that group of people 
to be terribly exploited for their labor and even for sex!  Surely you have 
heard about all the young women who are forced to serve the public 
sexually?"


"But why is any of that a problem sir?  Maybe certain people deserve to 
work long hours for low wages or even make themselves useful in sexual 
ways!  That may well be the best way, or the only way, that people with 
no special skills can earn their living or repay their debts!"  I certainly 
wasn't going to share with my teacher the fact that I had enjoyed non-
consensual sex services myself at the age of 14 and again at age 15!

"Bill, I have papers to grade.  Let us continue this discussion another 
time."

He turned back to his work and when I left him I had the distinct 
impression that I had made the better argument.  I did not try again to 
pursue these ideas further with my civics teacher, but continued to think 
about them for the next few years.  

To be candid, my early interest in slavery was due to the very sexual 
possibilities it opened up!

During my high school years, I was pleased to see that laws were passed 
implementing Section 3 of the Citizenship Article, requiring all non-
citizens to conspicuously wear electronic bracelets or necklaces.  It was 
fun to be able to see at a glance who was a Citizen and who was not.  

At that time I was not yet eligible for citizenship since I was only nineteen.  
Congress, however, had excused all persons under the age of twenty-five 
who had no brushes with the law from wearing the degrading bracelets.

It soon developed that non-citizens had little privacy.  Any citizen who 
wished to do so could scan their electronic bracelet, learn that person's 
identity, and even pull up quite a substantial file on that person.  
Congress had not, however, chosen to declare the medical and financial 
records of such persons to be publicly available.

When I was about 19 I had my first opportunity to visit a house of 
prostitution as an adult and to really choose what I wanted from the full 
menu of services.   I found that one of the services available to me, as a 
paying customer, was that I might sexually dominate a young female 
prostitute during my time with her, if I wished.  I could even have a rape 
like experience if I so desired.  I did not choose to avail myself of this 
option.  

I did have advance information that a certain Suzanne Metzker, a girl I 
once knew in high school had been for a year or more indentured in this 
particular brothel. And that she had had many customers during that year.  
I knew what shifts she worked and what fees her employer charged 
customers for her services.  

This girl, when she was in high school, had gone out on several dates 
with me.  I was just interested in her for sex.  I tried to get her to go down 
on me but she thought that was a filthy practice.  She was also pushing 
for a more serious relationship than I cared to have with her.  So she had 
broken off our budding relationship.  I had missed the sex for the rest of 
my senior year.  I thought it would be rather pleasant to hire her services 
now!  I knew that she had no legal right to refuse me now, but I would not 
force her.  I would have enough pleasure just seeing her suffer the loss of 
face in my knowing that she was now a public whore!  If she didn't want to 
serve me now I would dismiss her and choose a different girl.  

It was likely, of course, that Suzanne could ill afford to reject me now.  
She would need all the customers she could get to make satisfactory 
progress paying down her debt and thereby winning back her freedom.  
Also the brothel had a policy that if a customer was not satisfied by one of 
their girls and had to choose another, the first girl would lose one half of 
her total credits for that week.  That made it very expensive indeed for a 
girl to send away a customer unsatisfied.  I felt quite sure that Suzanne 
Metzger would now, finally, be taking my penis in her lovely mouth.

I had to wait some time for my appointment with her as she was 
entertaining another customer when I arrived.  During this time I struck up 
a conversation with another customer, a young guy about my own age, in 
the waiting lounge. He introduced himself as Charles Witherspoon, and I 
responded, introducing myself simply as Bill.

"Are you waiting for a session, Mr. Witherspoon?"  I asked, just to make 
conversation.

"Not at all.  Call me Charlie please.  I just had an incredible session!  
Right now I am just waiting for my traveling companion to finish his 
session so we can leave."  He seemed to fairly glow with satisfaction and 
pride.

"What was so wonderful about your experience Charlie?"

"Her name was Vicki Rogers, a hot number.  To really explain, Bill, I need 
to go back a few years to when Vicki and I were both high school 
students.  Say, if you have some time to kill, they have an exquisite 
Merlot here!  Would you have a glass with me?  I'll buy!"

That seemed like an attractive offer, so I accepted.  He signaled to a cute 
waitress who promptly came over and took our order.  I could not help but 
admire her tanned and toned legs in the very short micro skirt she was 
wearing.

"I had one date with her then," Charlie continued.  "I never even got to 
first base.  Two days later, when I called for a second date, she acted like 
I was some kind of creep!  The next thing I knew Vicki was spreading lies 
about me, that I had exposed myself to her and tried to force myself on 
her after she said no!"   

"Did you ever find out why she did all this?"   I was genuinely curious now.  

"Maybe someone in her clique got to her and she felt she had to redeem 
herself in their eyes," Charlie replied.  "Soon all the girls had heard her 
story and no one wanted to lose face with the other girls by dating a guy 
like that!  She totally humiliated me and trashed my reputation."

"Was that the end of the story?"   Just then our leggy waitress brought our 
wine.  We each took a glass, then Charlie continued his story.

"It was the end of our high school encounter and any chance I had for a 
social life back then.  But just a few days ago, while surfing the net for 
prostitutes, I discovered her listing.  There was her name and photo, and 
the name of the high school we had both attended, so there could be no 
mistake that this was the same girl.  The notice said she had been 
indentured to this brothel only a week ago."

"What was your reaction on learning this?"  I leaned forward eager for his 
response.

"I thought that there could not be anything more delightful than indentured 
servitude!  This fantastic new legal system was going to give me the 
opportunity to pay her back at last for the sexual injury she had caused 
me, and to pay her back in a sexual way!"

"Here, here!"  I said, then "To Servitude!" as we clinked glasses.

"This girl had not only rejected me in the ordinary sense, but had crushed 
me with her supercilious disdain, ruined my name with her libelous 
stories.  She had taken something precious from me.  Now I wanted so 
much to take something precious from her.  I wanted sexual justice!  
Could there be any better way to obtain that justice than by raping her?"

I was seeing his point all right, even though I doubted I could follow 
through with a scheme like his even if I had been injured as much by a 
girl as he had been.

"Could there be any better justice than to mount her slender nakedness, 
not by her consent, and penetrate her most private parts!   I wanted the 
pleasure of violating her!" 

"So what did you do?"  My curiosity was overcoming me.

"I called the brothel and learned that she had not had any customers as 
yet, and was still a virgin.  I hinted at the fact that I was eager to have a 
rape experience with this particular girl." 

I sat on the edge of my chair.  He had certainly got my attention with this 
tale. 

"The brothel manager indicated that newly indentured girls are nearly 
always reluctant to begin their work as prostitutes.  He felt sure that this 
one, based on her known attitude and personality, would probably be 
completely unwilling to be fucked by her first customer!   I told him that I 
would pay triple if I could be that first customer, and if I could have her 
restrained in advance for my pleasure.  The manager agreed to my 
terms." 

I now saw that he probably had succeeded in carrying out his sexual 
vengeance here today.   Doubtless this was what had caused that glow of 
satisfaction I had noted in him at the beginning of our conversation.

"When I entered the session room, Bill, I found they had secured her in a 
spread eagle position on a leather padded bench known as a 'fucking 
bench'.  Her legs were widely spread and secured to adjustable struts 
extending out to the sides.  There were electric motors that could extend 
or retract these struts.  There was a bolster to raise her pelvis and lock 
her hips from moving to either side.  Also there was a belt around her 
waist to insure she could not lift her pelvis up from the bolster.  Her arms 
were secured to the side of the table.  She was naked, except for panties, 
and also blindfolded.  All was exactly as I had requested of the manager.  
I had requested that her panties be left on so that I might have the 
pleasure of removing them."

I was intrigued at his scenario.  I even thought of doing something like 
that with my session and the girl I had known in high school.  I could, of 
course, if I chose to do so.  But I did not have that much anger in me.  I 
rejected his scenario for my own use even while generally approving of it 
for him.

"I had specified the blindfold because I wanted to heighten her anxiety by 
keeping her in ignorance, at first, of who the person was that would now 
be taking liberties with her body.  I resolved to say nothing at first so that 
she could not recognize me by my voice.  I proceeded to examine her in a 
leisurely manner.  Her body was toned and well defined from her years of 
gymnastics and dance training.  I let my fingers trail over all the different 
parts of her.  

I had the satisfaction of glancing at the graphical screen which was 
displaying results from her digital bio implant.  It showed me clearly that 
she was experiencing both fear and anger at her violation!  It showed me 
which parts of her brain were most active!  So I continued to toy with her 
to see if I couldn't raise these readings still higher.  I experimented to see 
if I could shift the focus of her brain activity to different regions.  She first 
demanded I desist.  I did not.  Then she demanded to know who was 
doing this.  I said nothing."

I realized that I could perhaps emulate this part of his scenario as a kinky 
way to begin my own session, even though I would give my girl a choice 
about the actual sex.

"After enjoying myself in this silent way for perhaps fifteen minutes, I 
spoke to her about how much pleasure I was having.  I asked her if she 
recognized me from my voice.  She could not, though she admitted the 
voice sounded very familiar.  I took her blindfold off and inquired if she 
now recognized me.  She was shocked and her previously demanding 
manner changed now to fear.  She knew she had wronged me and that I 
might now take my reprisal.  I began the delicious pleasure of unveiling 
her privates, lowering her panties an inch, then enjoying the view as her 
curly pubic hair became visible, then another inch, then more view to 
enjoy, and so on until I had them all the way down below her crotch.  
Then, using my pocket knife, I cut them and removed them altogether."

It occurred to me that I could do this gradual unveiling of Suzanne 
Metzger's genitals in much the same way Charlie had with his girl.

"By now, Bill, I am hard with my excitement.  I tell her that her most 
private parts are about to be penetrated and enjoyed by a male she had 
wronged a few years back.  I mount her and ease my dick into her warm 
soft feminine parts that would deny me entrance if they could.  I feel the 
tightness of her vagina, the gentle pressure of her labia pressing against 
the sides of my penile shaft." 

I am getting hard myself just listening to him describe his sexual 
vengeance! 

"I thought about touching the electro control that would bring her long firm 
slender muscular thighs together, so that I might also experience the 
tensing of those firm leg muscles against my own.  But then I thought it 
would be more of a thrill to make her do it herself through the control of 
her brain I could exercise through her bio implant!  I experienced the 
delicious pleasure of viewing and touching the long slender arms and 
delineated clavicles of this creature, as she bucks under me and tries so 
hard to dismount me from her privates.  I am also mindful of the pleasure 
of the coitus itself as I piston in and out of her unwilling feminine sheath."

This account of a delicious and sensual rape is getting me so hot that 
precum has moistened my briefs!

"I enjoy the ultimate pleasure of watching her face turn red with shame 
and humiliation as she realizes that she is lubricating copiously and that 
her bucking is no longer to dislodge me but to experience for herself the 
pleasure of the fuck.  She is now giving me the gift of her own sexual 
response to being raped, a gift she would give anything to withhold from 
me, but cannot.  She sees on my face that I am fully conscious of her 
unwiling response and that I am enjoying that gift immensely.  This is the 
moment I reach my peak and shoot my seed into her womb.  At last I pull 
out with delicious sensations in my head and in my loins.  I had a rush of 
such a nature as I had never experienced before!"

I rose to my feet and high five'd him!  Damn, I liked this man's style!  We 
exchanged business cards so that we might get together in the future and 
share experiences.

After some time I had to bid him adieu as I was informed that Suzanne 
Metzker was now ready to serve me.  The manager informed me she 
would be in room 106 waiting for me and handed me a pair of keys.  

"One is for the door to her room, sir.  The other is for her handcuffs and 
ankle restraints.  You see it is standard policy now, after the 'Act', that 
indentured prostitutes are restrained when they await their customers.  
You are free, of course, to dispense with those restraints during your 
session with her if that is your pleasure."

 As I walked down the corridor to her room I began to speculate what 
Suzanne's reaction would be on seeing the guy whose advances she had 
rejected in high school now appearing here as her customer and master.  
The social inequality would be simply delicious.  That would be the best 
part of the whole brothel experience!   

I unlocked the door to her room and found her scantily clad and 
restrained hand and foot.  She recognized me at once.  I sensed some 
embarrassment in her having a fellow student from her high school see 
her under these circumstances.  Indeed the readout from her digital 
biometric implant confirmed that she was then experiencing acute 
embarrassment.

I made no move to free her from her restraints.  Instead I pulled up a chair 
so that I might converse with her for a while.  I asked her to tell me how 
life was in the brothel and how she was getting along there with the other 
prostitutes.

I made it clear to her that I would not force her.  And as I predicted, she 
was not too proud to service me.  She said she hoped I would let bygones 
be bygones and that she needed my business.  I explained to her exactly 
what sexual services I desired, and that I would require her to provide 
these services while remaining handcuffed.  She consented to this as well 
as the sex.

After I had enjoyed her sexually for about an hour, I was inclined to relax 
and socialize with her – further enjoying the social inequality of the 
situation.  I had a couple of beers sent in and we both sat down.  I had 
dressed by that time but she was still naked as I had not given her 
permission to put any clothes on.  She still had her hands cuffed in front 
but was still able to hold and drink her beer.  At my request, she began to 
tell me the story of her life after high school and how she came to be 
indentured for debt.  I was fascinated!  I began to suspect that she had, in 
fact, been wrongfully imbonded based on trumped up debts!  Indeed the 
graphic display of data coming from her biometric implant told me that 
she was telling me the truth!  At that point I felt justice required I restore 
her to some dignity, so I unlocked her handcuffs and bid her put her 
clothes on to continue the tale.

We talked for another half hour and then I took my leave of her and the 
brothel.

Despite my own rather pleasurable experiences with her, I was beginning 
to question the injustices that often seemed to take place.  She had 
clearly fallen, perhaps through no fault of her own, to a social class much 
lower than my own.


