Scales of Justice By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Part: 4 Processed
The Guard at the wash station released Beak from his bondage and then with a final stroke of her slave crop sent him on his way following the red line on the floor to the next room.
He quickly ran along the line and caught up to the line of slaves waiting in a row in front of him.
The next work station was a medical examination station manned by two guards equipped with whips and slave crops plus a third guard in a medical orderlies white coat.
After recording Beak's height and weight the guard wearing the white coat began the body check. He began with Beak's eyes, he roughly rolled back both Beak's upper and lower eyelids, then he grabbed Beak's jaw and pulled it open. He used one hand to feel between Beak's cheeks and teeth and all around and under his tongue before taking a metal dental implement and checking beak's teeth for noticeable cavities.
He then picked up a thin steel probe from the stainless steel table and grabbed Beak's penis in one hand. Beak jerked back reflexively at this intrusion, causing the two other guards standing off to the side to move over and hold him firmly. Beak was relieved they did not use their whips on him. The white coated Guard shoved Beak's foreskin back and the probe was roughly inserted up his penis.
Beak wavered and nearly fainted, both from the pain and the humiliation. The probe was twisted around by the guard when he had it fully inserted.
Beak groaned out load at the burning pain. He began to loose control of himself, gasping for breath, his body braking out in a cold sweat, and the shakes.
When the guard yanked the probe out, Beak cried out and although he had only recently urinated he momentarily lost control of his bladder, and a short stream of urine spilled on to the floor before Beak could regain control.
"A piss boy hey, you filthy slave I have a good mind to make you lick that piss up" the guard yelled.
The guard however moved on and Beak was roughly turned around and forced to bend over at the waist. One of the guards spread his buttocks, exposing his anus for inspection.
The Guard lubricated his fingers and immediately inserted his hand between Beak's widely spread buttocks which allowed him easy and full access to Beak's sphincter.
The Guard pressed his forefinger against the tight entrance to Beak's anus. "Just try to relax boy; I am just going to slide a finger up inside you" the Guard instructed.
Beak groaned as he felt the Guard's finger push past the constricting muscle of his sphincter and suddenly felt an acute sensation as his prostate was located.
Beak groaned with ever increasing intensely as he felt the Guard's finger, which now seemed to be deep inside of him, stimulate his prostate gland. An answering throb in the tip of his penis was Beak's response to this manipulation.
Beak wriggled his hips, trying to escape the acute sensation he felt deep inside him.
"Be still boy, I need to check you're prostrate for enlargement," the Guard warned.
Beak's penis was again fully erect.
The sensation as the Guard inspected Beak's prostrate gland had him gasping for breath and every muscle on his body seemed like it was tingling.
Finally, Beak could stand the sensations no more and he ejaculated in a wail of anguish, which seemed to go on forever.
Beak's head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open gasping for air as his chest heaved for breath, and his penis throbbed away uncontrollably as his body spasmed.
As the Guard roughly slid his fingers from Beak's anus he commented, "Fucking filthy slave, when are you going to learn to hold your cum like a proper slave."
This time beak felt the lash of a whip as he cowered on the floor amongst his own cum and piss trying to protect himself from the severe onslaught.
By the time Beak was returned to the line of slaves, he had broken down completely, crying like a ten year old, and when Beak tried to move a hand to wipe away the tears, he was instantly prodded, the electric shock causing him to scream out yet again and fall to his knees. The guards immediately began yelling at Beak to resume his position.
At a run the slaves were then moved on and lined up at the next room, the I.D. work station.
The I.D. work station consisted of a large cabinet supporting a specialized electrical appliance, and as usual there were three guards standing in front of it, waiting to greet the new slaves.
When it was Beak's turn the guard checked his PC screen and then upon confirmation that beak was to be tattooed, his chest and arms were swabbed and then held by two of the guards. He was lent forward as the other guard extracted a stencil from the work station printer, tore it in half, and slapped one half on Beaks' back and the other half on his right biceps.
Beak was about to be permanently identified as a slave by the application of a set of tattoos!
Reaching for the top of the cabinet the Guard took the electric stencil needle in his hand and turned it on, the appliance was buzzing like a dentists drill.
Again Beak groaned out in pain as the guard rushed through the procedure ignoring the throbbing pain this procedure created at that speed and his body was quickly and methodically disfigured with his slave tattoos.
Beak's slave number 416-164-647 was tattooed on his right bicep and then he was tattooed in really, really big black letters right across his back between his shoulder blades with the word `BEAK'
"My, don't we look like a pretty boy now we are all tattooed up" the Guard asked Beak in a mocking voice.
Beak was now becoming really aware of his new status relative to the Guards, and quickly answered his taunting statement by saying, "Master, yes master!"
Beak was then prodded with the guard's crop to move along the red line to the next work station which was for cosmetic modifications where a new slave could receive a wide collection of piercings and body alterations.
The guards at this station forced all the slaves to stand in line close together, actually touching the slave in front. Because of this Beak couldn't really see what was happening to anybody but he could hear their yells of pain. After a long wait he reached the front of the line. The Guards knew that by standing the slaves close together blocking their view that it would be a frightening experience having to wait not knowing what was in store for them as they heard an occasional scream, or series of screams from the slave who was being processed.
When the moment arrived for Beak's treatment he was secured in a rack that held his arms out to the side, and secured his legs in a moderate spread.
He could see everything that was happening, because there was a full-length mirror in front of him, designed to emphasize the new slaves' humiliation.
Beak at first didn't even recognize the pathetic bald slave who was peering back at him from the mirror. He was shocked at his look to such an extent that he felt faint as the blood ran from his face.
"I look like a slave" he thought to himself!
There were three guards at this station too, two carrying whips, the other wearing a long blood stained white apron which covered the front of his grey uniform.
The guard in the apron looked at the PC screen and laughed. "Fuck, would look at who we got here!" he said to the other guard.
The second and third guards moved over to the terminal and soon laughed out just like the first had done.
"A real change of status for you boy? What'd you do to get like this?" the guard with the bloody apron asked.
"Master, tax fraud, master" Beak hurriedly replied fearing another beating. Now he knew why slaves were always so keen to please, the pain of punishment was so great, the fear so overwhelming that you did all in your power to please and survive.
Then the other two guards got some metal braces and fixed them to the frame that held Beak in place. One brace was secured behind Beak's head, another behind his chest and a third at his waist. Beak was now secured to each bar so he was unable to move at all. Beak was very worried about what was going to happen to him.
Below where Beak was secured there was a large metal grate in the floor from which a stale musty scent drifted up into the air of the room. It was positioned to collect any blood that may drop off the slave as the body modifications were made.
"This will hurt boy, but only for a minute or two. Bite into this it will help" the guard with the apron said as he positioned a leather strap into beaks mouth which he dutifully bit down upon.
He picked up a scalpel and addressing the other guards said, "Ok here we have an uncircumcised slave. All slaves processed through this centre are circumcised if not already that way. Now I'm going to pull the foreskin forward, as much as I can, to make sure we get it all, then a quick cut around the outside of his cock, just underneath where you can see the flange outlined"
The two guards who were obviously new to this work station looked on with keen interest. Beak bit down as hard as he could on the leather in an attempt not to scream as he felt the blade cut into his penile skin and the blade move around the circumference of his penis.
The pain was such that Beak tried to force himself free, but his hands and feet were totally secured preventing any movement.
"Right", the guard said to the other two guards, "You can see now that the foreskin is now mostly hanging loose, but that it's still attached underneath. I will now carefully cut it fully away, if you don't cut it away neatly from where it's attached to the underside of the penis head it can leave an ugly scar."
Beak was still experiencing excruciatingly sharp pains from the scalpel blade that made him continue to wince and try to move his body out of the way to try and prevent the guard from manipulated the loose skin on his penis as he cut it off with the scalpel.
"There, a good neat cut." the guard stated with pleasure to his associates.
"What about all the blood?" one of the other guards asked.
The guard with the apron reached over and picked up a styptic pencil and then he rubbed it all around the wound on Beak's penis and on the sensitive underside.
The touch of the styptic pencil to his penis again had Beak biting into the leather bit in an attempt to stop shouting out aloud in agony.
Beak knew from watching the slave who had been processed before him that the circumcision was not the end of proceedings at this work station. The guard with the blood stained apron then took up a medical piercing instrument and grabbed Beak's head. There was a sudden rush of pain in Beak's nose and again he had to bite hard to stop screaming out, as tears welled in his eyes and a trickle of blood oozed out of his nose.
When the guard moved away after working for some time on Beak, he could see a large silver ring dangling from his nose.
More shooting pains followed, as the guard pierced other parts of Beak's body fixing a ring in the end of Beak's red raw and throbbing penis and at the back of his ball sack, plus rings through his nipples and locked heavy brass restraints on his wrists.
The Guard in the bloody apron then produced a small padlock which was used to hold the head of Beak's newly circumcised penis back under his balls.
"You won't be able to have sex as long as your penis is locked in that position and urinating is going to be pretty messy too for you boy till some kind master unlocks you" the Guard with the whip informed Beak as he removed the bit from Beak's mouth.
Beak was groaning, and sobbing from the pain and the humiliation of the circumcision and piercings.
When they released Beak, he staggered and almost fell, but the guard got him moving with one brutal flick of the whip. He was made to run along the red line painted on the floor to the next room and as he ran he tried to keep his legs spread to keep his newly circumcised penis from pulling on the new and very sore, piercings.
The final work station was Sustenance. As Beak got closer to the head of the line he could hear each slave ahead of him in the line saying "Please master may this slave have food?" Then "Thank you master."
Beak didn't know what time it was but guessed it was late in the day. He hadn't eaten since the evening meal the night before and despite the trauma of his sentencing and processing he was hungry.
When he got to the guard dishing out the slave chow, Beak didn't have to be prompted to beg for food, he asked politely, "Please master may this slave have food?" and was given a small disposable bowl containing a scoop of slave chow.
Following the orders of the Guards on duty who were brandishing slave prods Beak knelt on the nominated red marker on the floor beside the other slaves. Then one of the Guards said, "All right slaves, you can start eating."
As Beaks scooped the chow into his mouth with his fingers the thought occurred to him how quickly he was beginning to act like a fucking slave. Scooping the food into his mouth with his fingers would have been an act he never would have contemplated as a gentleman. Now he was hungry and a gentleman's manners did not come into the equation.
His first taste of the standard slave chow, the same chow he had supplied to his own slaves was surprising. There was almost no taste to it at all, it was very bland an uninteresting but extremely filling.
When the slaves had finished eating they waited in fear until the guards told them to get up, and were lined up in front of a bucket of water. Again each slave had to beg, as the slaves shared the same plastic mug of water to quench their thirst.
Beak and his fellow new slaves were then herded through the end of the processing hall into a large open area with a number of short metal slave display posts rising from the floor. All the slaves were cuffed with their hands behind their backs, and the cuffs attached by short chains to the display posts.
The guards warned the assembled slaves to be silent, and threatened a whipping to anyone who uttered the least sound and then they left.
As Beak looked around the room he could see expressions of fear and dread on the faces of all the slaves. Emotions he knew were eating at his chest at that very moment as well.
Through the night the slaves were left to stand upright. The posts they were secured to were too short to lean against.
Feeling totally alone in the deathly quite room Beak had plenty of time to contemplate the true horror of his situation.
Finally it really began to sink in that he was now a slave, totally helpless with no rights and no say at about what happened to him. He had to do what he was told, when he was told no matter what, unless he wanted to be instantly punished.
Beak began to think of what might happen to him at the County Legal Department where Judge Zwecker had sentenced him to serve. What would they have him do?
Would he be processing files, cleaning the courtroom, serving the whims of the free citizens who worked in the legal office? He'd be exposed to his former friends and colleagues working as a slave. It all sounded totally humiliating for the former Chief Judge who once presided over much of that department.
After thinking about his predicament for a while Beak started to cry. He was not alone; most of the other new slaves were in the same state. The room was filled with the sound of soft sobbing.
As Beak stood through the long hours of the night, exhaustion began to overcome him. He was having a hard time staying awake and yet chained to the display pole he could not lay down. Beside he knew from a few who had already tried it, that if he did try to lay down one of the guards would immediately come in and yell and use his whip, to make him stand back up and stay awake.
The long night waiting and wondering what was going to happen to them next was horrible on the slaves as it was designed to be.
In the morning when the full shift of guards came on duty the group of about 20 slaves was transferred to a cage on a lower floor of the building and shoved into slave cages that were so small that Beak couldn't stand or stretch out.
Later on that morning Beak's basic slave training began.
During the day they were again shown how to use a slave latrine and how to shower in a group, always under the watchful eyes of guards. They ate slave chow, and spend at least six hours at physical exercise, mostly on a treadmill or other exercise device, receiving minimal rest breaks. Beak was not used to such exercise and was constantly being whipped, cropped or prodded.
It was amazing to Beak how his body which seemed totally spent and utterly exhausted always found a secret reserve of energy when the whip in particular was singing its tune on his now red raw back.
As the 28 day induction training regimen continued Beak and his fellow slaves who were undergoing the course also spend time every day learning slave discipline and etiquette. They learn how to stand correctly as a slave, how to run like a slave, they learn how to get out of the way of free people when they met them in a hall or on the street, and they learn how to address masters and to obey without question. Beak was also taught basic household skills like cleaning, washing and ironing and how to correctly set a table for his master.
When he failed to meet any of these expectations he was punished immediately by being whipped, cropped or zapped with a slave prod by the guard instructor present.
All the slaves were used sexually in some way or other every day to further break their spirit and train them in the best ways to pleasure their masters. Slaves who were virgin's never had their cherry taken as this would lower their value. Beak was a virgin as far as penetration of his anus was concerned so he was left for his new master to take his cherry. He did however become an expert cock sucker. The whip was a thorough teacher.
For Beak the sexual use whilst training was occasionally a sexual relief. With his penis locked to his balls most of the time it was difficult to masturbate and after a few nights he had suffered the added humiliation of waking up in his cage after a wet dream, pain throbbing through his engorged penis. His cum either dribbling down his leg onto the floor or sometimes it ran onto the slave squashed next to him in the cage.
After four weeks of intensive slave training Beak's torso was beginning to be lean and hard; his thighs had thickened somewhat and his calves were definitely becoming stronger. One day as most of the other slaves were being prepared for auction, Beak was suddenly withdrawn from the group and a chain attached to his penis ring by an immaculately dressed young guard. A small loin cloth was attached which barely covered his groin when standing still and provided almost no cover when he walked or ran.
After the Guard signed him out of the building he was led out into daylight for the first time since his conviction. He was placed in a small cage on the back of a pick up truck and driven back to familiar territory in Downtown Eastbrook.
Most of the free citizens they passed took no notice of the sight of the near naked Beak squashed into the tiny cage on the back of the pick up. Beak was painfully aware of his near nakedness and the public humiliation of being seen but he soon realized that his appearance was so radically changed that no one recognized him as the former Judge William Mitchell.
Beak still could not believe this was really happening to him. He'd seen slaves carted thought the streets before, but never in his wildest imagination had he thought that he would be forced to experience that humiliation.
As the pick up carrying his cage passed the courthouse and pulled up four blocks away outside "Juridique" Beak felt both shame and a huge sense of dread for the future as he faced the prospect of being led back into his former home, this time not as the master but as the slave!
End Part: 4
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 ^Ö 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