Scales of Justice By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Part: 3 Change of Status.
The sumptuous marble and wood of the courtroom with its elegant cut glass chandeliers bore no relation to the drab gray concrete walls and floors and bare florescent lights of the processing area below the court where only the newly enslaved and their handlers resided.
The Bailiff escorted William down the stairs, unlocked a heavy barred gate and positioned William before a female guard seated at a desk, flanked by two burly looking young guards who appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties. They were all dressed in immaculately presented grey uniforms. The female guard dismissed the Bailiff who returned to the court, locking the heavy barred gate with a frightening `clank' as he departed.
The two young guards stood at attention staring impassionedly at William's naked body. The female guard ignored him totally. William was not used to being ignored he was an important citizen and immediately he began feeling immensely uncomfortable standing naked before this woman and the two young men.
Unconsciously he cleared his threat to gain attention. The guard looked at the female guard who was obviously the senior, she simply nodded back. The guard reached forward and grabbed William's balls and gave them a tight squeeze. The pain was excruciating and made William cry out, but worse than the suddenness of the pain, was the sheer affront to William's dignity.
"Speak only when you're spoken to slave, or you'll be flogged. You choose to ignore us ordinary workers when you were the high and mighty Chief Judge of this county, so now that you have had a dramatic change of status boy, you will wait till I am ready like any other slave", the senior female guard responded with a voice that was totally business like and mono toned as if she was simply doing her job and stating a fact.
Soon a slave hurried to her deck and with deference presented her with a file. She opened the contents and after some minutes of studying the documents contained within the file she looked up and in the same detached voice said, "Slave your number is 416-164-647, don't forget that number, now run to the door at the end of the room and keep your eyes lowered to the floor, slaves never look at free citizens, if I see you looking at a guard or any other free citizen again you will be whipped."
Totally humiliated and really scared for the first time in his life William ran and stood in front of the door. One of the guards followed him laughing out aloud at the sight of William's pathetic attempt at running. The guard eventually caught up to William, unlocked the door, slid it open and beckoned for William to step through the door to the other side.
Two guards dressed in grey were standing on either side of the door and the guard who opened the door shouted at William, "Move boy, follow the red line."
As William moved past the guards one of them gave him a lash with his crop. William screamed in pain and quickly ran forward.
About thirty feet along there was a third male guard. He was using his crop to point to a small red square on the floor.
William quickly moved to stand on it.
William had arrived at the courthouse's loading dock. Parked at the end of the loading dock was one of the County's vehicles used to transport slaves. It was a long-bed truck, and on the bed was a big steel cage.
The cage was sparsely populated with only four other slaves. All of them were naked, bald and collared. The motor of the truck was already running. It had been a slow morning with all the County Judges being in the Federal Court to see William Mitchell's sentencing and William was the last slave scheduled for this delivery run.
The guard at the loading dock ordered William into the cage of the truck, urging haste with the judicial use of his crop and then slammed and locked the door closed behind William.
William stood in the cage with his fellow slaves for around five minutes before the truck drove off. Once it started moving the five miserable new slaves sat huddled back to back in the center of the cage supporting each other against the movement of the truck. They were all weeping and sweat was rolling off their bodies as the July sun beat down upon the open cage. Apart from the sobbing no one said anything as the truck moved through the streets of downtown Eastbrook on its way to the County Servitude Processing Centre in the industrial area bordering Downtown Eastbrook and West Eastbrook.
It was only a short drive before William and his companions found themselves passing the old Thompson's Foundry site and turning into the driveway entrance to the basement of the County Servitude Processing Centre.
William and his companions were met by three grey clad guards and ordered out of the cage. Once unloaded the slave's hands were uncuffed and they were shoved into a large room that exited off the receiving dock and instructed to stand on red markers painted on the concrete floor. One wall of the room was all glass and it looked out into an office area occupied by guards all dressed in their neat grey uniforms. The rest of the room was windowless, and there was only one other door in addition to the one the slaves had entered through.
A recorded female voice was repeating over and over the same orders:
"Slaves will remain in their assigned markers. Slaves will remain silent. Slaves they will keep their hands firmly clasped behind their necks. Slaves will keep their heads bowed."
The new slaves were soon left alone, in silence except for the recorded voice droning over and over in the background and the sobbing of one of the distraught slaves. The room was very warm, unpleasantly so and had little ventilation. Soon the smell of the five profusely sweating slaves permeated the air of the room.
William and his companions were left to stand on their markers for a long time. Rivers of perspiration were soon running down his side as he began to sweat like a pig. Since there was no clock it was hard for William to know how long he was left standing motionless, but soon his arms began to go numb, and his bladder was becoming uncomfortably full.
The very warm room and the waiting were all deliberate ploys used on new slaves in the processing centre. The slave is totally naked, sweaty, and likely struggling to control his bladder and bowels yet all the guards he encounters are impeccably dressed in crisp clean uniforms, carrying a slave crop or prod.
The comparison between the two states was not lost on the newly enslaved standing in the room. William knew that the whole system and the guards were trained to treat slaves with deliberate contempt.
From time to time the door behind William would open and the sounds of the guards pushing new slaves into the room behind William could be heard then there would be more long periods of silence followed by more openings of the door.
Time passed slowly and William's bladder grew more and more urgent in requiring release. With every minute the increasing pain in his legs, back and arms from holding his position made him increasingly uncomfortable.
Eventually there was a noise from one of the slaves positioned behind William and he felt the splash of liquid against his left leg and a puddle of piss formed around his feet. The stale rancid air was now made worse by the stench of urine. In seconds guards from the office came in and began screaming at the slave who had urinated behind William, calling him a filthy pig, and whipping him with what sounded to William to be a slave crop. Eventually the guards left the room but the puddle of fetid piss remained lapping at William's feet.
William and the other slaves continued to wait in silence, occasionally interrupted by the entrance of new inmates. The heat, and the stench were so bad that William was feeling like he was going to faint when the waiting ended. Suddenly a live female voice interrupted the constantly repeating message and said, "Slave 416-164-647 move to the door at the front of the room."
It took William a few seconds to realize that was his number, but when he realized that it was, in fear of being punished if he was too slow, he ran to the door and stood in position on the red marker until it opened.
A guard was on the other side and growled out, "Move boy, follow the red line."
A short distance into the room there was a desk manned by another female guard. In front of the desk was a second officer. He was pointing to another small red square on the floor. William took the hint and quickly stood on it before he could get into trouble.
The female guard picked up a file from a stack on her desk and read briefly. Suddenly she began to smile and then chuckle. "Hey Harry," she said to the other guard, "This boy was William Mitchell, the Judge from the Tallahatchie County Court."
"No shit," Harry replied as the female guard got up and walked around to the front of the desk. She stood directly in front of William and said, "My how the mighty have fallen! I want to get a good look at you boy, spread your legs!"
The female guard ran her hand across William's hairless chest, and pinched his nipples. When she slid her hand down his stomach and on down to his genitals, William began to erect, and his face turned beet red.
She smiled as she cupped William's balls and felt his body jump in response. Then she grabbed his penis head and slid back William's foreskin. William looked like he was ready to die from embarrassment, but was too terrified to move, knowing all too well the consequences for a slave.
"Hey Harry," the female guard said, "Look at the little penis on this boy. It's a wonder he was able to take the cherry of any of his slaves in his past life"
Harry didn't say anything, he just laughed out loud.
The female went back behind her desk and sat down. She wrote some notes into the file on her desk then informed William that his new slave name was "Beak"! A fitting name she said for an ex judge.
She then typed in some information into the PC on her desk and soon produced a micro chip which she gave to Harry, and he attached it permanently into William's collar using a special tool designed especially for the purpose.
"Boy" the female guard said addressing Beak, "Regardless of who or what you were, you are now a slave, you have no rights, only the duty to obey orders of your masters perfectly and without question."
When Beak did not answer immediately, the guard Harry took Beak roughly by his collar and putting his left foot up on one of the metal rungs of the female guards chair, tossed Beak over his knee with an assured confidence gained from practicing this move many times.
"This will be a lot worse boy, than the spankings you got when you were a boy from your daddy" he laughed. "This will really hurt."
Wriggling like a kid, Beak looked over his shoulder and saw to his horror the guard pull an electric slave-prod off his belt. He held it up, switched it on, and pushed it into the middle of Beak's right buttock. The pain was immediate but before Beak had the time to scream the guard had done the same to his other buttock and then he forced Beak's legs apart and slid the prod against the sensitive skin running between Beak's anus and scrotum and shocked him again.
The pain of that action was immense and made what had happened to his buttocks seem like a kid's spanking in comparison.
"Let that be a lesson to you boy." the Guard Harry said.
Beak managed a feeble "Yes sir" before he realized even what he was saying. Beak had quickly learnt the slaves' first lesson in life; that a slave will do anything to keep away from physical punishment.
Beak knew from his legal training that what the guards had just done to him was deliberately severe, undeserved and administered at their whim. The whim of free citizens. It was designed as a practical lesson about his new status. He had no appeal from the punishment; he could only suffer as all slaves did.
Given little time to recover, Harry then smacked William on the buttocks with his crop and said, "Follow the red line, and be quick."
In total fear William ran along the red line into a new room, until he came to a grid of red squares. With a slice of the slave crop of a new guard standing at the red squares, Beak was directed on to an adjacent red square and made to stand with his hands behind his neck and eyes firmly fixed on the ground.
In front of William was a hole in the floor, with a garden hose lying beside it. Just beyond it was another grid of squares painted on the floor, and to the side the red line led off around a partition.
Again Beak waited, as the rest of the newly enslaved trickled in. His arms were aching again from being held up for so long, and his bladder was still screaming for release.
The passage of time was very slow as all the slaves in this batch slowly filed in, but eventually a guard shouted, "Attention slaves! We know you're new to slavery and that we have to start teaching you how to behave with the very basics. So now you're going to learn how slaves shit and piss."
Beak had to piss so bad he didn't care how exposed he was when he did it or who saw him do it.
The guard motioned to Beak to move over to the hole in the floor. Then the guard gave him detailed instructions.
"Slave, whenever you're given permission to relieve yourself, you follow these basic steps. First: stand slightly in front of the hole and spread your feet."
The guard paused, and when William didn't move he got a flick with the stinger, and that got him in place as directed.
"Next," the guard continued, "You put your hands behind your neck, no need for you boys to be playing with yourselves when you just need to piss and shit. Then you squat down, and you keep your feet flat on the ground. When you're in place, you ask for permission to relive yourself."
The Guard was smiling, waiting to see if Beak would get the instructions correct.
Beak could hardly think straight. He was squatting naked over a latrine hole, watched by other slaves. Even though his bladder was screaming for relief, he could hardly open his mouth. Finally he choked out the words of total submission.
"Please master, may I relieve myself, sir," he said in a shaking voice.
"You're pretty smart boy; you got it right the first time! What do you have to do?"
"Please master, I need to piss, sir" Beak responded in total humiliation.
"A little advice we give every new slave in here boy," the guard said with a sneer, "When your master gives you a chance to use the latrine, you better do everything you can, because you never know when you'll get another chance."
William really didn't need to shit, but now concerned by what the guard had said, Beak said, "Please master I want to shit too".
"OK, boy seeing you asked so politely you can do your business, and be quick about it" the guard replied.
Beak had no trouble urinating, but had to concentrate hard before he was able to shit. When he was done and before he moved, Beak said, "Please master, I'm done sir".
The guard looked disappointed. Most new slaves failed to ask permission at this point and were punished. Beak however had seen his own slaves ask his overseer Morris Bunter so he knew the routine.
"Well done boy, clean yourself up." The guard said pointing to the hose. Beak had seen his own slaves clean themselves, he knew what to do and so took the hose and sprayed myself.
He flinched when the stream of cold water hit him, but he used the opportunity to clean himself as best he could.
"You done real good, boy, you keep it up like that and you'll make somebody a real nice slave. Now get over there and stand beside that other boy" the guard ordered.
The other slaves following Beak's example did their business quickly, and gave the guard no trouble much to his disappointment. Then they were marched out along a line on the floor to the work station in the next room.
At the next work station all the slave's were made to stand one behind the other and packed close together and as the line moved forward each slave was washed by a guard. The slave was secured in a kind of wrist cuff and then they were lifted over head until just the tip of the slave's toes was touching the ground.
There was a low platform for the female guard to stand on to reach every part of the slave's body. For the slave the shame and humiliation of this washing process was enormous. The slave was being treated like you would whilst washing a dog. Beak was treated no differently and was allowed no dignity as he was washed, being probed and pushed even in his previously most private of parts.
Whilst washing Beak the guard asked him, "Are you enjoying your new life boy?"
When Beak didn't respond immediately the guard unhooked a crop from her belt and gave him a hard whack across his buttocks.
"Boy, you better remember that a slave answers and answers respectfully when free citizens ask them a question," the guard said sternly.
"Mam, yes mam" Beak replied quickly this time.
"Well it doesn't really matter boy, if you are or you are not, as no one is interested in a slaves opinion anyway" she sneered,
"Its amazing boy, you've been a slave less than a day and already you stink like a slave." the guard continued.
Beak's face flushed again as the comments sunk home.
"I'm really getting off boy in seeing you adjusting to your new status in life, living at the bottom of the heap" the Guard said with a chuckle.
Beak couldn't help blushing even more at the guard's taunts. He knew people were jealous of his position in society and the lifestyle he had led but he felt that he'd always tried to be nice to common citizens like this guard. Now, through the haze of pain and humiliation, he began to realize that there might be people out there who disliked him just because of his place in society, and who would enjoy taking their revenge.
End Part: 3
Acknowledgements:
`A Middle Class Slave Revisited' by Steam Train
`Alternative Deterrence' by Steam Train
`A Middle Class Slave' by Pete Brown
`Dad & Me" by Pete Brown
`You can't be Friends with a Slave' by Pete Brown
`The Best Laid Plans' by Richard Davis
`That Others May Serve' by Richard Davis
`My First Day on the Job' by Randall Austin
`A Portrait of Servitude -- A Child's Questions' by Randall Austin
`Slave Maker' by Josh Ryan
`A Summer in Hell' by L. T. Richards
`What are Friends For?' by L. T. Richards
`Team Effort' by Sanibel Boys