Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 18:00:53 -0800 From: Randall Austin Subject: Christopher Enslaved - Part 19 Christopher Enslaved Part Nineteen - Conclusion By Randall Austin This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to randallaustin2011@hotmail.com Randall Austin's Archive Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories Authors Comments: Please help us support Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Please make a donation today. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you... Please Check Out My Nifty Prolific Author Story List: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/prolific.html#randallaustin Author's Note Although `Christopher Enslaved' is, of course, a work of fiction, it has been my hope in the writing of this tale that it would accurately reflect something of the current climate in California as it pertains to the issue of slavery. Therefore I am deeply grateful to Dr. Clifton Reynaldo, the current real life Director of the California Bureau of Slaves, for his generous assistance and advice throughout the `Christopher Enslaved' project. Dr. Reynaldo has been an invaluable resource, from arranging for me to tour the Sacramento Slave Processing and Training Center (on which I modeled the processing center in `Christopher Enslaved') to his ongoing assistance in providing me with accurate data on almost every aspect of slavery and slave maintenance. The speed with which he responded to my almost daily emails to such questions as, `Which is currently used most frequently in real life situations, the tawse or service whip?', `What is the average age of slave trainers in California, and how does it compare with other states?', and `Where are the best bargains in domestic slaves currently to be found ?', is what made the writing of `Christopher Enslaved' such a delight for me. With the posting of this final episode of `Christopher Enslaved' I want to thank all who have written me with notes of gratitude, suggestions, and encouragement. My hope is that such dialogue on the issue of slavery, as this story engenders, will continue free and unabated. It is only through such dialogue that an informed citizenry can press for just legislation for freemen and slaves alike. Thank you, Randall Austin Christopher Enslaved - Conclusion When I returned from the ShaggyBag at 2:30 am in the early morning after the evening of the party, six weeks ago, Licker was gone. I was frantic. I immediately called the police and told them my suspicions. Licker's emergency cell phone was monitored, and Licker knew he was not to use it except for emergency calls. He made one call at 11:20 that evening, about 15 minutes after I had left for the ShaggyBag. The phone number checked out to a public phone booth five blocks away. I suspect that Licker and his helpers made sure that the bedroom window was unlocked, when all was clear Licker called them, and they came and got him, entering through the bedroom window, and quickly delivered him to some members of the freedom network who got him into Oregon. Missing from my place were Licker's punishment book, and a painting he made when he was 17 years old, which was one of the many things of Licker's I got from his dad after he was enslaved. The slave high chair was damaged in the freeing of Licker, and the Flexitawse was bent out of shape to the point that the high tech molded plastic could not be returned to its normal shape. It was no surprise to me that anti slavers would stoop to vandalism. The following morning I called Retcher Baldwin and told him what had happened. I was worried he would think I had helped Licker escape, but he immediately told me that he was certain I had no hand in it. He told me that he would never have lent me Licker if he had the slightest doubt about my slaver sympathies. But he did tell me he expected restitution. The Baldwin/Fletcher lawyers have sued me. My dad, who has been seriously unhappy with me for getting involved with Baldwin/Fletcher and the pro slavery movement, has told me he cannot afford the replacement cost of Licker. My lawyer has told me that almost no blame or restitution is demanded of slaves because under the law slaves do not have equal rights as free men, and are therefore not held accountable in the same way free men are in terms of decisions they may make, including running away. Owners and overseers have a pretty free hand in the way they can restrain and discipline slaves, so therefore the onus is upon them. When I called Baldwin/Fletcher at a later date the secretary told me Retcher was not interested in taking my calls. When I told her I was proposing that I work for free she told me the Baldwin's are only interested in prime specimen drudges with a CSSR rating above 120, 15 and 8. When I told her I didn't mean working as a slave but as an overseer, she told me that she didn't think the Baldwin's would want someone working as one of their overseers who was responsible for losing a valuable slave. When I told her to fuck herself, she told me to hold and she put Retcher on the phone. Retcher told me not to get upset, and that his not taking my calls was nothing personal. "You know how busy I am. I am confident that we can work out a solution that is not an undue hardship on you." He told me to try and relax, and he thanked me for my service at Baldwin/Fletcher. He also told me that SDSU had received a request for transcripts of Licker's grades from the University of Oregon. It appears he will be continuing his education under the auspices of the Oregon Amnesty Fellowship. Once he reaches the age of 26 he will be out of the reach of the "lex talionis" restrictions, and could even return to California as a free man, if he wanted to. For myself, I did not have too many options. Under California law slave property disputes fall under unique guidelines. Declaring bankruptcy in such cases is not an option. My lawyer and Baldwin/ Fletcher's lawyers suggested I put my life in order and opt for a five year term of `self limiting rights forfeiture' (euphemism for voluntary enslavement) with the Tennessee Sanitation Department (TSD). After much thought I have decided to accept their suggestion. The TSD program has been suggested for me as the best and fastest way for me to get out of extreme debt. Self limiting terms also mean that if someone decides to put money into my account, about half of it would go to the state of Tennessee, and the other half would be applied to my debt, and my service contract would be prorated accordingly, thus cutting my servitude time down. To be eligible for the contract I had to get a physical from the California State Bureau of Slaves in San Diego. Going back into that same office to get a physical exam where Christopher was enslaved was a creepy feeling. The small slave brokerage firm that is handling my transfer to Tennessee for Baldwin/Fletcher sent me a registered letter instructing me on the procedure. It was a short, terse, letter. I am to appear at their facility promptly at 8 am this coming Friday. I have been instructed to not wear clothing of any value to my appointment, since they will be discarded once I get there if there is no friend or family member that I can pass them on to. Enclosed in the package was a sandwich board sign. When I leave my house that day to go to the Porter Brokerage Firm I am to wear the sign around my neck so the message is plainly visible front and back. It states; `Pre processed slave - State of Tennessee. Please allow free passage for 8 am appointment with Porter Brokerage. Certification 27989'. I am to arrive at the Porter Brokerage Firm with the hair on my head, pits and nads buzzed off. Their processors, who will also be crating and shipping me, and will make sure that I am shaved according to Tennessee State Sanitation Department regulations. Enclosed also were handouts from the Tennessee Slave Authority, containing overall guidelines for slaves in Tennessee. `Slavery and obedience are synonymous in Tennessee. Limited Term Slaves are subject to the Gore-Hartley act, which means that infractions are punished with extensions of servitude after the service term of the initial contract is met. Demerit service after contract service shall be performed in the State of Tennessee for the State Treasury of Tennessee. If you make a serious commitment to your term services, and have incurred no demerits, you will be freed according to schedule'. Demerits are issued in increments of 5. One demerit equals one month additional servitude. The following are samples of demerit rankings of typical infractions: * Use of swearing and foul language = 5 demerits * Idling = 5 demerits * Failure to do as told after 1 warning = 5 demerits * Poor performance = 5 demerits * Disruptive behavior = 1 demerits * Masturbation = 6 demerits (i.e. - half year) * Talking back to an overseer = 6 demerits * Threatening an overseer = 12 demerits (i.e. - one year) * Insubordination = 48 demerits (i.e. - 4 years) * Escape or attempt to escape = 120 demerits (i.e. - 10 years) Tennessee has one of the most efficient and advanced slave training programs in the nation. All training, monitoring, controlling, disciplining, and correction of slaves in service to the State of Tennessee is rigorous and efficacious. That kind of language frightens me, but I know from my own experience that if a slave goes by the rules, things go without problems. I have two days of freedom left. I am in a daze. My dad is still too upset to talk with me, and has not returned my calls. But I was surprised and comforted by the fact that Bill Abbey called me and said he would be happy to drive me to the Porter Brokerage Firm on Friday. *** This morning when Bill Abbey arrived at my house, I was very embarrassed to go out to his car and have him see my buzzed head. He said, "Hey, you're a bulb head now just like Christopher." And I was too embarrassed to meet him wearing the sandwich sign, but in route I realized I had better put it on. When he saw me take it out and put it on, he kind of smiled as he read the sign. Then, with an evil grin, he said, "I bet you were supposed to be wearing that from the moment you left the house. You better behave or I'm going to report you." Although it was a joke, I suddenly felt totally shamed. He was taunting me in the same way I had heard Christopher taunted so often. The girl seated at the front desk of Porter Brokerage Firm saw us and nodded. Reading from my sandwich board she typed into her computer, and said, "Todd Maltsby?" I said I was. She then told me to remove my clothing and give them to my friend or else dump them into a waste basket which she indicated. I balked. She simply said, "Okay, have it your own way", and kept typing. Bill said, "Todd, I think you better do what she says. I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you." When I started to slowly remove my clothing Bill said, "I hope you don't end being one of those bitter, scheming, slaves with an attitude, like your pal Christopher." It was awkward removing my clothes in an ordinary looking office suite that had windows facing the street. When I was completely naked, with my back towards the secretary, I took this, my journal, and covered myself and turned to sit down. The office girl said that I had to throw my journal away also, or else give it to Bill. The girl kept glancing at me as she typed. Bill had started up a conversation with her, and she asked him if I was his friend. Bill said, "Not really. He's just an old classmate who couldn't get anyone else to drive him here, so I figured I would help him out. It's kind of pathetic, actually." A kid with long hair and dressed in Levi's and a tee shirt with some indie band logo came in from the back and went to the secretary and handed her a folder. They looked something over. The kid asked her if I was Maltsby. She said I was. He looked at me and told me to stand up. I did and he told me to take my journal away from my private parts so he could see them. I had a hint of an erection from the way the girl had been glancing at me. I was totally embarrassed. The long haired kid said, "Well, at least he buzzed himself, but look at that", indicating my erection. "We ain't gonna have any of that shit in here." As he came over towards me he pulled a small aerosol spray can from his back pocket. He came up to me, aimed it at my unit, and sprayed my cock and balls. I immediately screamed. My cock and balls felt like they were on fire. He had sprayed them with an instant freeze spray and my cock and balls shriveled up immediately to the smallest I had ever seen them. "That'll teach ya!", the kid said as all three of them started laughing. As he was about to exit he spoke to the secretary, "I'll be back in 25 minutes to get Maltsby so I can get him all prettied up and crated for his trip to Tennessee." Bill was curious, "Can I ask what you're going to do to him?" "Sure. I'm going to shave him, collar him, and staple slave ID/info tags to both ears. Then I'm going to put him in a super diaper, and over that his brown slave jump suit. Then I'll hang a huge baby type bottle with a nippled spout around his neck filled with water and minerals. I'll then have him lay down in the UPS slave crate, I'll strap him in, and the UPS boys will come and pick him up and ship him out to Tennessee in about two hours. And by supper time tonight the Tennessee yokels will be unpacking him and sending him to their processing/training center. For the next 5 years of his life Todd is going to be controlled by folks who are basically nothing more than hillbillies, fundamentalist yahoos, and rednecks. You are welcome to come and watch him get shipped off if you want to. Just me and Nick are in back, and a few other slaves in cages awaiting shipping." Bill answered, "I'd like that. It'd be a chance for me to say a special `good bye' to Todd." Then Bill added, "Sir, also, I just want to let you know, that certification sign he was supposed to wear on the way over here, well he didn't wear it. He first put it on when we were a couple of blocks away from here." The kid grinned and said, "Thanks for letting me know. Just for that, I'll make him extra pretty." When he left I asked Bill why he told on me. "I'm sorry dude, I didn't mean for anything bad to happen. But I think for your own good we should get you going with the program." I asked Bill if he would do me the favor of delivering this, my journal, to my dad. He said he would. I thanked him and told him I wanted to write a note to my dad in my remaining moments. So I sat back down and wrote these last three pages to complete the story of my involvement with slavery, and how I lost my friend Christopher, my dad, and now my honor and my freedom. That is why, dad, I want you to read this journal. I'm afraid, dad. I feel the same horrible, sad, sick, and depressed way I felt that day I watched Christopher get enslaved. I wanted to be a hot shot, but I'm far from it. I've let all of us down. I don't know if slavery is good or bad, but I do know I treated Christopher terribly. I betrayed him. If Christopher really is free, then I am very glad of that. The fact that I am glad in that news is a sign to me that my old self is coming back. It is ironic, dad, that I used the last page of this journal to jot down the list of people I would invite to my party. I was going to tear that page out, but I realize now that it was that party that brought Christopher and me to where we are now. Please forgive me dad for all the awful stuff I have done this past year. I'm sorry dad. I'm sorry for letting you down, letting Christopher down, and letting myself down. Todd GUESTS TO INVITE TO MY PARTY: Cindy O'Conner Matthew Koerner Marty Samms Corky Matt Phil Storch Bill Abbey Toby Steve Nathan Peter Burrell Quentin Santos Ivan Ologochev Beth Middleton Miles Reynolds Kenneth Timothy Jimmy Youdorian Josh Dawson Mike Draker Oswald Stoddard Jim Stilers Terry Joseph Beyer Clarie Boldstrom Cooper Davis George Sillmore Nick Justin David Sorenson Sam Sneer THE END For more of Randall Austin Stories, Please visit the Randall Austin Archive Group. While it does not yet contain all of Randall's stories [it will eventually], it gathers the stories in one convenient location. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories