Christopher Enslaved
Part Fifteen
By Randall Austin
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My guests gathered around closer to me as I made a show of opening Licker's punishment book and looking for an interesting entry to read. Licker leaned against a wall in back of most of the guests, and it was clear to me he would have preferred that I not go ahead with the reading. But by now everyone was curious, so I decided to continue. "Here, let me give you a few samples. This one from June 7. Today at 11 in the morning overseer Hans Hilbig called out to me as I was mulching orchard 114 and asked what I was smiling about. I told him I had remembered something funny. He told me that day dreaming and living in the past are shortcomings for a slave, and that they lessen productivity for the Baldwin's. He told me to put such thoughts out of my head and concentrate on what I was doing. Overseer Hilbig was correct. Such a lapse can impact both my team and my determination to be a good slave."
Jim Stilers interrupted. "He can't be serious. He must write that stuff to please whoever it is reviews his punishment book."
I explained, "No. That would have been the case early on in his enslavement. But I assure you Licker is a slave now. He thinks and acts like a slave. That's what slave training is all about. Here, let me give you another example. This is from June 27. Overseer Kevin Cornell pulled me roughly out of the field service line and gave me a face slapping at 2:30 this afternoon. He told me the way I was holding the stem knife was not the way I had been taught, as holding it sideways one can risk damaging parts of the plant. I was grateful for Overseer Cornell's discipline as he was correct. I feel especially bad about my transgression because there were many tourists in the far distance and for the public to see a field display slave in need of correction reflects poorly on my entire team. I feel very bad about and humiliated by my experience, and I will review my pruning manual before returning to field service in the morning."
Quentin was furious. He had nothing but contempt for me. I could tell by just looking at his flared nostrils, even though he spoke rather calmly. "Todd, this truly IS obscene. Not only that Christopher has to keep such a book, but that you would read it in public and make sport of it."
"Quentin, I am not making sport of Licker, I assure you. I am just trying to inform all of you of what things are like for Licker. What you don't understand is that Licker really IS trying to be a good slave."
Quentin's nostrils did not unflare, and he continued, "Well obviously what some of you do not grasp or can't seem to figure out is that if Christopher doesn't write this kind of self deprecating crap he probably gets his ass whipped until he does."
I had to straighten such a fallacy out. "Whips are almost never used for punishment delivered exclusively to the buttocks. The paddle or strap are preferred for buttocks only treatment. And as for the suggestion that Licker writes because he is made to, I don't know how anyone could doubt the sincerity of these words, from July 18. Today at breakfast an employee of the Baldwin/Fletcher cannery saw me dispose of a supplement drink I am supposed to drink every morning. He reported my act to overseer Joshua Holder. Joshua took me into his field office. He told me that the drink I had dumped costs 94 cents when purchased in bulk. He said that he was surprised and hurt that I would waste food that was good for me. Because I was on field display service I was already naked except for my harness, headdress, and rings. Joshua ordered me to remove my headdress and to get over his lap. This was especially humiliating to me because Joshua is a very dear and kind man, and I think of him almost as my father. I was very ashamed that I had let him down. He took a belt and gave me a severe beating on my buttocks and thighs. When it was over I was crying more from the shame of my situation than from the awful pain. I told Joshua that I was sorry, and that it would never happen again. I could not stop crying. Joshua hugged me and told me that he forgave me and that I should go back to the field and behave myself. When I got back to the field I felt depressed for a long time that I had let Joshua down. But eventually I recalled my hard labor inspiration guide, which said that all slaves, through no fault of their own, have a potential for malfeasance, and that correction, chastisement, and discipline are tools by which any malfeasance in our nature can be driven out. So finally I was able to be happy again knowing that the strapping I had received was Joshua's sincere and loving way of helping me."
Oswald interrupted, "You see, Christopher, we free boys aren't so bad after all. We're only trying to help you." The laughter that followed his remark broke the somewhat somber mood and got everyone slurping up their beer again.
Matthew Koerner was still standing, listening, and holding Cindy in his arms. He snaked his right hand into her blouse and cupped her left tit. I noticed Licker had been watching them as I continued, "Fletcher/Baldwin has a visitors center, and one of the attractions is the punishment center, where visitors can watch a slave get punished. Licker was put on punishment display on August 9. Go ahead, Licker, tell everyone what you did, and what the experience was like." Licker remained silent. "Never mind, you've put it in words very nicely in your punishment book. I'll read your own words. This entry is from August 4. At 9 this evening overseer Hans Hilbig caught me and slave Juniper sitting close to each other and fondling one another. He secured us into alligator clamps for the evening and announced that he would schedule both of us for public punishment at the Visitor's Center. Our punishment is scheduled for this coming Friday the 9th of August at noon, which is a popular time for tourists and the amphitheater is usually full at that time. I am very embarrassed at what I have done. Such a lapse deserves punishment. It is very painful to have to receive public punishment, because so many people will see you for what you are, a guilty slave. I am glad I will be getting the punishment I deserve."
The room was dead silent. I continued. "Now let me skip ahead and read you Licker's entry from the evening of August 9. Today at noon I received public punishment for my transgressions of August 4. This past week I was trained in protocol for my public punishment, and I had to memorize a brief apology and speech I would present to the audience after my punishment. The seating for the spectators in the punishment arena is in the round. I was led up stairs on to the stage, and it was embarrassing to find myself suddenly on stage surrounded by rows and rows of seated spectators looking down at me on the stage. The audience consisted of hundreds of visitors from all parts of the globe, men, women, and children of all ages. A lot of them were eating lunches or snacks as they viewed the guilty slaves being punished, as it is a popular thing to do. As I stood there, accompanied by Joshua Holder, I noticed a large sign that all the visitors could see. `All slaves receiving punishment have been deodorized and scented for your spectator comfort', and indeed I had been bathed, deodorized, and cologned, and made to look my best just before being led into the arena. As the slave just punished was being released from the holding bench Joshua told me to remove my slave fatigues. It was hard to do that, but when I forced myself to realize that I was just a slave now, it suddenly didn't matter to me that I had to strip down to a humiliating neon orange punishment jock strap, in front of an auditorium full of people."
"Joshua led me to the punishment frame, and I was bent over a long bench with my arms stretched out above my head and my legs stretched widely out. My waist, arms and legs were secured, and I realized my back was a clear target for the tawse, and my rump for the paddle. I was to receive 10 of each by disciplinarian Kelley Partridge. Baldwin/Fletcher's disciplinarians are always young, usually from 18 to 20 years old, because it is believed that they have none of the qualms about laying punishment on long and hard, which older men acquire. Kelley was dressed in the elegant disciplinarian's display uniform of black boots, slacks and chaps, white shirt, black vest, yellow bow tie, and a black leather peaked cap. It was a consolation to me to see that my disciplinarian took obvious pride in his duty of helping me become a better slave."
"The paddling was first, and when on the fifth blow I finally howled and started crying, the audience roared its approval. The tawsing was even more painful and made me loudly scream and cry. When it was over and I was being set free from the restraints, the audience applauded Kelley long and hard. He took a bow. I then had to stand at the podium and make my prepared speech. `Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming and witnessing this slave's deserved punishment session. Punishment fairly and swiftly delivered to errant slaves helps insure the success of the slave system for this great country of ours. I was not criminally enslaved, and I want you all to know that I am happy here in my service at Baldwin/Fletcher Farms. I lead a happy existence and am treated fairly. What you saw me get today has been well deserved, I assure you. To all of you children out there, I would like you to remember what you saw today, and to mind your parents and teachers. For if you were ever to be criminally enslaved you can expect a lot worse existence than the one we slaves here at Baldwin/Fletcher Farms are fortunate to enjoy'."
"Please remember to drop by our gift shop and produce market before you leave. There you will find the freshest quality Baldwin/Fletcher produce, all of which has been lovingly tended from seed to fruition by the Baldwin/Fletcher field teams, of which I am a proud member."
"I am now going to resume the punishment position and I would like to invite all of you who are interested to come down on stage and help give me the spanking I deserve. Please line up in back of the punishment frame. You are each invited to give me two of your best spanks on the buttocks. Our photographer will provide each of you with a color souvenir snapshot of you delivering my spanking, courtesy of Baldwin/Fletcher. Thank you all for observing and participating today."
"By the time I was strapped back into position, about 40 people had lined up to spank me. Most were adults with children. Most of the parents just had their children spank me, but several delivered spanks along with their children. When it was over a medic rubbed lotion into my buttocks, I was released, got back into my fatigues and Joshua Holder accompanied me back to my quarters where I had lunch, and afterwards got back into my field display outfit. When I was back working in the fields after lunch I had time to reflect that that punishment was not only fair, but it could have easily been avoided if I had been more diligent in studying the materials provided to us slaves which offered methods on avoiding sexual thoughts, situations, and temptations, as well as tips on overcoming desires to masturbate. As a control measure, Juniper and I have been forbidden to associate with each other until my chief overseer, Joshua Holder Okays it."
When I had finished reading more than half of our friends had smiles on their faces, having found the slave's self deprecating memoirs more amusing than anything. Along with the self satisfaction, most of the guys were doubtless experiencing a new found appreciation of their freedom.
Matthew Koerner had noticed Licker observing him feeling up Cindy's tit. He undid a couple of her blouse buttons, turned Cindy towards Licker, extracted her left bare tit, and cupped it up making the nipple peak out, and kind of wiggled the whole tit obscenely in Licker's direction, while the whole time lewdly smiling at him. Licker turned his head, as if disinterested.
When Terry asked me how I managed to `tame' Christopher, the laughter that followed brought the room back to full party mode.
I told Terry that I did not help `tame' Christopher. "Baldwin/ Fletcher is a large enough organization that they have their own slave training program on the compound. Since their strategy is to buy freshly enslaved product they have a slave training facility on site almost as large as any commercial outfit. Training is done by professionals whose chief job is to turn the freshly purchased livestock into slaves. My job as an apprentice overseer is simply to make sure that guys like Licker do what they're told."
"Slave training employs pretty much the same techniques as those used to train dogs at obedience school. Initial training for new slaves is a five week program, 16 hours a day, seven days a week. All new slaves are trained in the nude. And training is nothing fancy or complicated. It just basically consists of giving them orders over and over until they learn to respond immediately, and whipping them if they do anything wrong. They had Christopher jumping through hoops, duck walking, hopping, doing jumping jacks, pushups, and dancing. He was taught to serve and answer his masters in proper form, all aspects of slave manners and protocol, the nature of obedience in all things, bowing, obeying, and moving quickly. Licker graduated successfully from the reformatory stages of his training. They chipped away his rebellious attitude, and replaced it with the polished, obedient, whip smart attitude you see here today. Our little puppy passed his obedience training with flying colors, and Christopher was successfully transformed into Licker."
Good natured laughter followed that remark, so I continued. "Licker's chief overseers at Baldwin/Fletcher told me all about Licker's initial training. He behaved pretty much the same way any newly enslaved guy his age behaved, and had to be treated accordingly."
"Like any new slave he had a hard time concentrating when they told him how things were to be done. He would just break down and start bawling. And that's where the trainers come in. Trained professionals, they are able to help slaves focus on what needs to be focused on, and stop daydreaming. They use the Flexitawse on slaves, a state of the art thing that hurts like hell, but does almost no damage to the body. Thanks to the Flexitawse, Licker's and most other slaves' bodies are not covered in whip marks and scars. But anyway, they'd be showing him how to hold the pruning knife, and he'd suddenly just break down crying. Then Kevin would come up and gently take him by the arm, offer a few encouraging words. But if he didn't snap out of it, the tawse came out, and WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, and then usually he'd start concentrating on holding that pruning knife in the right way. And after about three tawsings, the overseer would then warn; one more time, and you're getting a paddling. So next time he'd start getting all crying and bawling, they would pull him out of line for a reformatory style paddling. One guy holds him upright by his arms gathered in front, facing him, and another overseer paddles the slave's ass in a standing position. So through such a series of corrective tawsings, interspersed with formal paddlings and whippings, the newly enslaved eventually get over their sobbing fits."
"That is the basic regimen for the first few weeks. And that is interspersed a couple of times for sessions with the energizer. That's where, if it seems a slave needs too many reformatory paddlings, then something more severe is used to wake him up. That's when a slave gets `rinsed out', as Kevin Cornell calls it. They shoot a load of pure alcohol up the slave's piss slit. Believe me, that not only rinses out the slit, it rinses the slave's mind as well. Boy, you should see a slave scramble once he gets a rinsing. Actually, doing it to one slave gets the entire herd attentive. It's quite a comical sight actually, watching all the slaves suddenly act busy. One good thing though, when you get your pecker rinsed out with alcohol, at least you are not going to be wasting your owner's time thinking about your old life laying around in your room jerking off."
Oswald commented, "Yes, Licker has to do pretty much whatever he's told to do now. Not like when he was living with his dad up on Ocean View Plaza."
Marty Samms had brought his family slave, Dobbins, to the party. A nice touch of status and it also let us know that slavery is joining the mainstream. Marty was all smiles as he spoke, "Speaking of your dad, Christopher, I see him around town occasionally. He looks like he's doing well." Christopher's lips were tightly drawn and an impassive expression came over his face. I could not discern whether he was at all curious. But Marty soon realized he couldn't bait Licker on the issue of his father, if that was what he was trying to do, and took a different approach, "When I heard that Christopher had managed to get himself drudged, I couldn't believe it. I thought he was too smart to end up like Dobbins, here." He then introduced his slave, Dobbins. It was interesting to see Licker and Dobbins eyeing each other up. Dobbins was a very handsome slave, about 35 years old, which Marty had costumed in black shoes and slacks, white shirt, black bow tie and vest, and over the slacks a white jock strap with black polka dots. This demeaning slave `touch' Dobbins bore without the slightest hint of indignity. I could see he was a well trained slave. I complimented Dobbins on how fine he looked and he thanked me very politely.
Mike Draker, seeing Dobbins and Licker together, offered a terrific party idea, "Hey, we should make the slaves fight." Good natured laughter followed that remark.
Corky was all fun and games too, "Yeah, let's get the slaves naked and oiled, and whip the shit out of the loser." Kenneth the good hearted but not savvy liberal responded, "Fuck you, you fucker."
"No, fuck you, you fucking bleeding heart!", responded Corky.
"Fuck you, asshole!", retorted Kenneth.
"Fucking A!"
"FUCK YOU, MAN!!"
"NO, FUCK YOU!!!!"
The exchanges, rather than dampening the party mood only brought smiles to most of the faces of the partying crowd. Draker had a suggestion on what to do with Kenneth, "Fuck, let's get this moron enslaved! Oswald, how do we go about it?"
Oswald had pondered the issue and was ready with an answer, "I have studied the law hard and long. Unfortunately, there's no easy way to get your enemies enslaved unless they happen to be felons or fall under California's `lex talionis' restrictions. Believe me, I have researched this." It was an assertion I found very easy to believe.
"Fuck, that sucks!", bemoaned Corky.
"Well tell me this; that may suck, but does this slave suck as well?", asked Draker. The laughter that followed the crude remarked revealed to me that by now pretty much the entire room was feeling in a very party mood from the alcohol. I didn't answer immediately, but Terry really wanted an answer, "Seriously, what about it Todd, do overseers really get to do stuff to slaves? You know what I mean."
"Well, why don't you stick your thing in his face and find out. Order him to do whatever you want. Do a little slave research. Licker is well trained and whip smart. He'll do whatever you tell him to do!" Drunken and lascivious laughter, "oohs" and "ahhhs", and "Holy fuckin shits" followed my answer. And Corky then made a very good point, "What's he gonna do if you stick your prick in his face, say `no thank you'?" The laughter was now at fever pitch.
Already my party was a major success.
To be continued...
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