Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 4 
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
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Chapter 4: Indentured

After Raymond left I was ready for a shower so I quickly
washed down, and put on clean boxers, jeans, tee shirt socks
and joggers. As I was walking out I noticed the school
clothes I had discarded on the floor around my bedroom. In
the past that's where they would have stayed, for Raymond to
pick up, but not with the new me. I stooped down, picked
them all up and put them in the dirty clothes bin that had
always been there but which I now realised I rarely ever
used. 

How totally had I just taken Raymond and his predecessors
for granted, never even thinking how frustrating my lack of
effort or consideration for them must have been. 

"Well things will be different from now on," I thought
little realising just how true my sentiments were to prove
in only a few more minutes.

I knocked on Jim's door and Ed's but no one answered so I
went down to the back of the house and walked over to the
servant's quarters. 

It was the one area of the property I did not know real
well. As kids we were punished if we came anywhere near the
servant's quarters and as I grew into a teenager I had lost
any interest in them till now. My experience with Raymond
had aroused my curiosity.

So seeing Ed talking with Mr Lyons and Charker and Jim
standing next to mum listening intensely as she talked with
Mr Holt her legal council, I walked quickly into the male
servant's quarters.

The first thing that struck me was that inside the ornate
timber front door there was a small entrance porch which
ended with a set of heavy iron grilled doors like I had seen
on TV in prison scenes. Behind the doors, which were open,
was a large room full of double bunk beds, plain tubular
metal beds, with a small set of draws on either side. There
were still a number of servants disrobing out of their
Carter uniforms. I noticed that unlike me they carefully
folded then placed their soiled clothing in bins provided
along the room. The room was very clean, almost sanitary in
its appearance. It smelt of a hint of disinfectant. The
windows along the side were high up preventing anyone from
looking out easily, but they did allow in fresh sunlight.
Each window was fitted with the same type of grills as the
entrance door. No way out of this room once you were locked
in I guessed.

As I stood there looking in from the doorway, some of the
servants noticed my presence and took up the 'servant's
position', heads bowed, legs spread slightly, arms by their
sides and back straight. Others noticing their actions,
looked around and also came to position, soon the whole room
was still and paying respect. I realised I was holding
things up for them as they were due outside in five minutes
so I called out "carry on".

It was then I noticed Raymond down near the far end of the
room. He was towling down after a wash, oblivious to his
nakedness. How I admired this ability to put any feelings of
modesty aside. I walked down to him and he stopped and took
up position, so again I said, "carry on" whilst thinking
"Third time I've seen you naked'.

I think he guessed my thoughts or was it where my eyes were
peeking? Anyways he smiled and boldly whispered so none of
the other servants could hear him "Don't get any ideas in
here master"

I blushed and he smiled. I whispered back but with a huge
smile on my face "Watch it boy you're heading for major
punishment talking to a master that way". Not giving him a
chance to reply I went on "You better get on with it
Raymond, you don't have much time and I don't want to get
you in any trouble".

He glanced up at the wall above the entrance door looked at
the clock and quickly got on with drying himself.

I walked over to the far back end of the room, here a
corridor lead to the bathroom. On either side of the
corridor there were three small rooms on either side with
doors, containing a single bed and a set of draws. I noticed
one of the senior household servants undressed in one,
sitting on the bed head buried in his hands looking the
image of abject misery, he didn't even notice me and I
walked on into the bathroom.

No one was in here now, but the floor was wet in places
indicating it had recently been busy. The bathroom had
washbasins down the left side and to the rear there were
toilets but unlike the ones at school or in the public
toilets I had used there had no walls separating them. I
imagined how embarrassing that must be doing your business
totally in public, my modesty made me blush again. The right
side did nothing for my modesty either for here there were
showers, the shower nozzles were protruding from columns in
the room so that 3 people could stand around each column at
a time and shower.

Again the room was spartanly functional and very sanitary.

"To your satisfaction master Thomas" 

I jumped,

I had not heard Mr Harris our Overseer approach. He had
always frightened me as a child probably because the
servants were always so wary of him. It was Mr Harris who
was responsible for their performance and their discipline.
On very rare occasions dad had also threatened me and my
brothers with Mr Harris's cane, if we continued to
misbehave. It was no idle threat either because when I was
10 I had seen Ed who was then 12 caned by Mr Harris on the
palm of his hand five times, on dads orders, for smoking. To
my knowledge Ed never smoked again.

"Yes Mr Harris, very clean and tidy' I replied.

"Better get along outside too Master Thomas, the proceedings
are about to begin"

'Thanks" I said and quickly turned and walked back through
the corridor and the main room which was now empty and out
into the afternoon autumn chill in the courtyard of the
servant's quarters.

The servants were lined up totally naked in rows in front of
me, the free staff out to the my right and mum, Ed, Jim, Mr
Holt and some other legal aids were standing facing the
servants. It was the first time I had seen naked women in
the flesh. Dad never paraded any of our female servants
naked on the estate, and even their punishment sessions were
carried out beyond the inquisitive sight of us boys.

Trying to look casual but with a boner quickly tenting in my
pants I wandered over past the line of female servants,
taking a closer look. They were powerless to cover up and I
was in heaven given this unobstructed view of all the female
servants' breasts and pubes. Our servants who ranged in age
from pre teens to women in their forties were on the whole a
pretty hot looking bunch I remember thinking at the time, I
guess any naked female is when your 14.

Just as I was totally enjoying the experience I noticed Mum
with a look of total reproach and disgust on her face, and
my joy and bliss quickly evaporated. She beckoned me to join
her, which I quickly did.

It looked like mum was about to give me a major lecture and
dressing down, but I was saved as things started to happen.
A motorcade of cars and transport vehicles came into view up
the front drive. Mr Harris yelled out for all servants to
take their position.

When the front car pulled up a middle aged man dressed in a
fine cut dark suit was assisted out of the back seat by the
servant chauffer and walked over to my mother.

"Mrs Carter? Henry Lewis, Federal Liquidators Office"

"Joanna Carter, Mr Lewis" my mother replied showing all her
dignity.

"I'm sorry but there is no easy way to do this Mrs Carter so
I will be blunt" Mr Lewis replied.

"I have here the court orders duly stamped and certified
that liquidates all the assets of your late husband Edward
Raymond Carter III. You may inspect them if you wish".

Mr Holt, mum's legal aid went to say something but mum cut
him off saying "No there will be do need, I shall trust all
is in order, I want this over as quick as possible, as you
will understand".

"Yes I do and thank you for your cooperation Mrs Carter."

Numerous questions followed to Mum, Mr Holt and to Mr Harris
about the house, servants, staff and property and assets. I
was bored stiff just standing there in the late afternoon
chill as the formalities took their course. My stupor was
quickly ended though when I heard Ed and my names called out
by Mr Holt.

"Come here please boys," he said.

I glanced at Jim who had been the most nervous of us three
whilst we stood there waiting. 

"Now what" I said 

Jim just turned white as if he knew something very
unpleasant was happening and just said" You'll find out soon
enough".

We came and stood in front of Mr Holt, something was
happening but what? What did Jim know that I didn't? Had he
found out something when he met mum just before this
session? My mind was racing.

Mr Holt glanced at mum, who nodded slightly to him, on this
signal he began to speak "Edward Raymond Carter IV and
Thomas John Carter, I, as a duly sworn lawyer, do hereby
confirm that Judge George Unwin of the 5th Circuit of the
U.S. District Court has duly authorised and approved your
mother, Joanna Delores Carter's request that you both be
indentured into civil domestic servitude for a period of
fifteen years. I do thus by the power authorised to me on
the authority of the District Court strip you of all the
rights and privileges accorded a free citizen as of (he
looked at his watch) 4.07pm, today, March 13. You have been
assigned to the 
Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre for
processing and auction. Your indenture shall be sold at the
next indentured servant's auction at which time, your worth
shall be determined and the proceeds of such sale shall be
remitted to your indenturee the said Joanna Delores Carter.
Officers prepare the new indentured servants for
transportation".

I went to protest to my mother and I heard Ed begin to speak
too but Mr Holts last comment seemed to be a signal to the
other officials in attendance and four policemen emerged
from behind Mr Lewis and grabbed us.

Two grabbed me and one slapped a plastic coated servant's
collar around my neck and the other muzzled me then forced
me to my knees. He took out the traditional hooked knife and
began slitting my clothes from tee shirt through my belt and
down my jeans and boxers, my clothes fell off me as he cut,
I could feel the cool air against my exposed skin, I could
feel how profusely I was blushing as all my modesty was cut
away, all the gathered officials, my mother and my brother
could see my naked body being revealed to their staring
eyes. The Policeman even cut through my shoelaces, pulled
off my shoes and then cut off my socks, leaving me totally
naked in front of everyone.

I tried to cover my genitals, it's just your normal reaction
isn't it, but apparently not for servants, as the two
policemen quickly grabbed both my arms and said "Behind your
back boy" I felt the metal cuffs, cold steel around my wrist
and heard the 'click'. I was totally exposed, all my modesty
shattered, now everyone could see I was at 14, still totally
pre pubescent. My penis was not big at the best of times but
exposed to the cooling late afternoon air of early March it
was a pitiful sight, shrunk to less than an inch.

"Did you bring a magnifying glass in your kit Mac" one of
the policemen asked the other. "I'm not sure if this one is
a male or female and which line should I take it too" I
blushed even redder, if that was at all possible, I could
feel the warmth of the blush flooding over my body, then I
heard the cruel laughter from the crowd that stood behind Mr
Lewis. Even my brother Jim was laughing.

At the same time as this was being done to me, Ed tried to
fight off his captors, and before his captors could muzzle
him I heard him yell out "Mum, don't do this, help us
please" 

As my clothes were being cut off me I managed a glance at
Mum, she looked at Ed with a bland expression and replied
"Edward don't fight this, it is for the best. With the money
raised from your indentures, Jim will be able to finish
school at PHS and you'll be financially supporting your
mother. With out you I would have nothing. This way you will
be looked after and cared for and your services will look
after the rest of the family". 

"Fuck you" Ed cried out but instantly one of the policemen
punched him in the stomach he gasped for air and doubled
over. "Don't ever speak to a free citizen like that again
boy" he said.

Ed was no match for the well trained police officers and he,
too, was soon collared, muzzled, made to kneel and was
stripped naked with the traditional hooked knife just like
myself, before being cuffed.

Ed and I were grabbed by our penises and walked like my
father earlier in the day, over and placed at the end of the
line of male servants. As I walked by the servants, some
looked shocked, some disinterested, others looked
preoccupied in their own fate but a few had broad smirks on
their faces, obviously enjoying our complete humiliation and
loss of status.

Things were happening way to quick for me to take in.

Panicked and with the greatest sense of fear I had ever
experienced, I went to move straight back out of the line
and go back to my mother, but I had only taken two or three
steps when I was suddenly collapsed on the ground, pain
throbbing through my arm like I had never felt in my life.
One of the policemen yelled,"Get up boy or I'll up the
dosage rate, that was just a mild prod".

I frantically tried to get back to my feet; I didn't want
any more pain like that prod had just shot through my arm.
My body though would not respond to my wish, I stammered and
stuttered around not being able to properly gain my balance,
it's difficult at the best of times with your hands cuffed
behind your back, but now I lacked control of my muscles, I
had even lost control momentarily of my bladder and l could
feel the warmth of my piss running down my legs. The
policeman noticed, so did some of the servants and I heard a
muffled giggle from in front of me, I knew the voice, it was
my own brother, Jim. How could he laugh at my distress, we
were brothers. 

"You servants are so disgusting, you never see a free
citizen pissing down their leg, now get up!" the policeman
again threatened.

I could see the policeman getting his prod ready again, I
tried to protest I was trying to get back up, couldn't he
see that? 

He moved close to me I squirmed in fear, then I felt hands
on my arms and I heard a voice say "Please master sir may I
help him up sir, he is not used to the prod sir", I felt
firm strong arms lift me up and stand me in the line, I was
saved, who was this saviour? My mind was clearing and my
muscles were regaining their strength. Ed was standing next
to me on my right, fear in his eyes, looking at me but his
arms were cuffed like mine behind his back, he couldn't have
saved me.

The policeman said "I have a good mind to use this on you
to, you insolent servant, but I'm not a brutal man, keep
this new servant in line and I'll spare you and him any more
punishment".

"Master sir, thank you sir" my saviour replied.

I looked to my left and there stood Raymond. He smiled a
reassuring smile. After our time together earlier this
afternoon I think I was already in love with Raymond, but
now after risking his own body with punishment from the
police officer I was totally infatuated with him.



End Chapter 4

  
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