Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2006 17:25:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scales of Justice Part one

Scales of Justice
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)


Part: 1 Enslaver.


Judge William Mitchell had just turned 50 years of
age, a tall man of distinguished appearance he had
muddy brown hair streaked with grey flecks and grey
temples. As he sat in the study of his Eastbrook
official residence he was dressed in very expensive
impeccably cut casual clothes that give the impression
of informality whilst at the same time leaving no
doubt that the wearer was wealthy, powerful and had
exquisite taste. The `Official Residence' known as
"Juridique" was not his own, it came with his position
as Chief Judge of the Tallahatchie County Court whose
principal court house was in downtown Eastbrook just a
few city blocks away.

His fellow judges on the county criminal, civil and
juvenile courts all resided in their own houses
further away in the upmarket suburb of Piney Hills.
Judge Mitchell had the use of the `Official Residence'
whilst he remained in office as Chief Judge. His own
privately owned residence was a one thousand acre
plantation which he had under slave cultivation out
near the county boarder at Green Bay. It contained a
large rural gentlemen's residence which he tried to
retire too on at least one weekend a month if
possible. The residence known as `Jugobonito' was a
big white southern plantation style mansion, two
stories high, with tall white columns along the front,
and wide verandas running around at the first floor
level. It was surrounded by immaculately kept green
lawns set with flowering shrubs and gardens.

The study at "Juridique" was his favourite room in the
official residence. Judge Mitchell had lived at
"Juridique" for nearly ten years since his predecessor
Judge Harry Devine had retired. The study was homely
and had a much lived in appearance and over those ten
years he had `humanised' it to his likes and tastes.
It was in the study that Judge Mitchell sometimes had
to work on the weekends if a court decision required
researching, or otherwise required his urgent
attention. It contained a wall full of book shelves,
lined with many legal and non legal tomes, a
comfortable antique desk with a plush burgundy leather
executive chair, a PC along with two big burgundy
leather lounges that sat on either side of the large
fireplace and facing his desk immediately opposite it,
there were two burgundy leather arm chairs. Ominously
there was also a burgundy leather punishment horse
against the side wall!

There were six indentured domestic servants on call at
"Juridique" to cater to Judge Mitchell's every need
along with a resident household manager, Mr Morris
Bunter who was a free citizen employed by the county
to oversee the official residence.

That afternoon sitting in the two arm chairs opposite
the Judge were Morris Bunter and the overseer from
`Jugobonito', Mr Carl Dubois. They had been reviewing
housekeeping and business matters for the coming
weeks, including the irritating upcoming random tax
audit of the Judge's estate and the loss of fertility
of `Jugobonito's' resident white slave stud who was
hired out to local slave owners for slave propagation.

When there was a respectful knock on the door. The
judge ignored the knock and finished discussing the
immediate topic of debate before he halted their
conversation and called out for whoever was there to
enter.

The study door opened and two of "Juridique's" slaves
brought in Lemay Dumaresq for initial inspection
following his enslavement that morning by Judge
Mitchell. Through special contacts the judge had been
able to purchase Lemay at a very reasonable price for
assignment to his Green Bay plantation, "Jugobonito".

Lemay Dumaresq was a twenty eight year old bachelor
and a successful young landowner who had inherited his
wealth and position from his late father Curtis L
Dumaresq.

Judge Mitchell knew of Lemay from the Piney Hills Golf
Club and also through Lemay's involvement with the
Tallahatchie County Slave Management Society whom the
Judge had addressed on a number of occasions as a
guest speaker.

Lemay had been accused of rape by a local free girl,
Delores Fitzpatrick. Lemay said she had asked for sex
and consented at the time, only changing her mind
afterwards. The worry for Lemay was that the
Government under pressure from women's lobby groups
had long ago made sure any man done for rape was
enslaved for life.

Earlier that morning when Lemay Dumaresq had presented
himself for trial he had dressed in a white linen
summer suit with a white cotton shirt, colored
suspenders, a Piney Hills Golf Club tie and a matching
pocket handkerchief. Lemay looked every inch the
confident rich young landowning gentleman.

In court before Judge Mitchell he had stood there with
the dignity of a southern gentleman and listened while
Delores Fitzpatrick blackened his name in public. The
problem for Lemay was that Delores was the younger
daughter of Dan Fitzpatrick, a powerful local
businessman with wider business contacts.

Secretly Judge Mitchell had special business
arrangements with Mr. Fitzpatrick which required that
he take the side of Mr. Fitzpatrick's daughter. In
court that day Mr. Fitzpatrick's daughter gave a fine
performance presenting her testimony following very
closely the points that Mr. Fitzpatrick had worked
through with the Judge in secret.

Lemay's legal council argued in his defense that his
client had no need to rape a female. He had a number
of female slaves on his estate that he could use when
and as he desired.

Though Lemay Dumaresq's lawyer put up a very decent
defense, the result was inevitable given the secret
circumstances. Lemay Dumaresq was found guilty by
Judge Mitchell.

Following his conviction as was the custom Judge
Mitchell had ordered, "The mandatory sentence for
intercourse with a female without consent and outside
marriage is the forfeiture of citizenship. I therefore
sentence you to be enslaved for the term of your
natural life."

Without stopping, Judge Mitchell as he had done so
often over the past ten years turned to the chief
bailiff and said, "Bailiff: the prisoner is now a
slave. To emphasize his new status and prepare him for
enslavement induction, slaves appear before this
county court naked. Remove the slave's clothes and
induct him into enslavement."

Still in utter disbelief Lemay was pulled to the side
of the Judge's bench by three other bailiffs and
instructed by the chief bailiff to empty his pockets,
remove any jewelry and valuables then undress.

There was hushed whispering in the courtroom amongst
the visitors as Lemay blushing profusely slowly
removed all his clothing to the continual verbal and
physical urging of the bailiffs.

When totally naked Lemay's public humiliation
continued as all his body hair was removed.

There were giggles and laughter from some sections of
the visitor's gallery who found it funny seeing Lemay
get a close buzz cut on his head. When the haircut was
done, the chief bailiff produced from his desk shaving
cream and a razor and Lemay's head including his eye
brows was shaved down to the bare skin.

The bailiff with the clippers then began cutting from
the neck down and quickly denuded Lemay's upper body
and arm pits of all the hair he could find. The
bailiff then began clipping Lemay's legs moving his
way up to his pubic region and butt.

As the bailiffs continued with the clipping and
shaving the chief bailiff intoned to Lemay, "Without
hair you are singled out as being different to free
citizens".

In front of the viewing public in the county court
room, Lemay's remaining masculine signs of free
citizenship, his pubic, nut sack and butt crack hair
was quickly and efficiently removed.

Any remaining stubble was shaved off and the callous
hands of the bailiffs went over Lemay's trembling
body, searching for any remaining hair or stubble.
Lemay was now not only naked but without a single
strand of hair anywhere on his body. Within minutes he
had gone from well dressed southern gentleman to
looking like a common slave.

When his shaving was complete, Lemay was led over to
the collaring bench on the other side of the courtroom
and he was forced onto his knees and made to lean
forwards and place his head on a block that contained
a collaring and locking device. When his head was in
place, one of the bailiffs stretched a length of
plastic coated coloured metal around his neck, pulled
it tight so it ran just under his Adam's apple, and
then cut it with a small guillotine. A lock was then
applied. It took less than a minute to collar Lemay
Dumaresq.

When his collar was in place it gagged him, and he
started to protest, but one of the bailiffs took out a
small tawse, cracked it across Lemay's shoulders, and
shouted at him, "Shut up, slave! Speak only when
spoken too".

The courtroom was instantly reduced to stunned
silence.

Although he had been a slave for only a few minutes
Lemay was receiving his first lesson about his new
status in life. A slave is not in control of anything,
a slave's words carry no weight and no one thinks to
ask a slave for an opinion.

Lemay was then pulled back over to the other side of
the courtroom, positioned up on a raised dais and made
to bend over so his butt which was facing the audience
was sticking up in the air, and his ball sack was
clearly visible dangling between his shaking legs.

The smile on the face of Delores Fitzpatrick got even
bigger at this point as the chief bailiff selected a
paddle and with a fluid motion swung the paddle and
let the first stroke land on Lemay's exposed naked
butt.

It was the first time since he was a young teenager
that Lemay had been spanked, though he had often
spanked his own slaves. He did not handle his first
paddling well and as the strokes continued to crash
down on his naked butt he was soon bawling like a pre
pubescent boy.

For the visitors in the court the sight of a grown man
who until a short while ago had been a free gentleman
having to endure his first a bare naked paddling as a
slave was awesome.

As the paddling continued the chief bailiff lectured
the begging Lemay, "The pro forma paddling now being
administered to you in this courtroom is the courts
way of affirming both to yourself and the respectable,
law-abiding citizens of Tallahatchie County that you
are now truly a slave".

One of the bailiff's then held Lemay's hands behind
his back and led him around the courtroom so all the
visitors could get a personal close up view of the new
slave before heading for the courtroom exit.

As Lemay exited the courtroom Judge Mitchell knew that
it was the last that anyone would ever see of Lemay
Dumaresq. He would be lost in the administrative
system, untraceable. Only the judge knew where he was
destined!

In the study at "Juridique" Lemay now stood for the
first time before his new master.

"Come stand right before me slave" Judge Mitchell
ordered from his desk in the study.

At that command Lemay Dumaresq looked up and noticing
his old acquaintance forgot what he now was and said
"Thank god Judge Mitchell, you have saved me. You
can't imagine what I've gone through at the County
Servitude Processing Centre since this morning".

Morris Bunter looking on with amazement that a slave
should dare to speak like this, instantly had his hand
reaching for his punishment cane that was, as always
hanging from his belt.

Judge Mitchell signalled Morris Bunter's to stop, then
looking straight into Lemay's eyes he said, "Strip the
slave for inspection!"

The escorting slaves reached forward, and before Lemay
could react, simply yanked his khaki slave shorts down
so that Lemay was standing there totally naked.

The sight of his new slave standing naked before him
reminded Judge Mitchell of Lemay's stripping in court
that morning. He had thought then that one of Lemay's
best features was his penis. It was nicely in
proportion to the rest of him, and at this time it was
limp and hanging down in front of a set of well sized
balls that were carried low and loose in their sac.

"Judge Mitchell, you can't leave me naked like this,
we are both gentlemen", Lemay pleaded.

"Oh come now, slave! You are no longer a gentleman,
you are a slave and as for being naked? You're not
naked! You're wearing your slave collar. A slave has
no modesty and is never naked in a collar, that's all
a slave needs to wear, isn't it? I have heard you say
that often enough at the Tallahatchie County Slave
Management Society."

"Please Judge Mitchell, a joke's a joke! Please tell
the slaves to bring me something to wear befitting a
gentleman."

"For the last time Lemay, you are now a slave not a
gentleman and I am your new master and owner. If I
hear one more word from you, or you make one more
movement without being ordered to do so, I'll have you
punished", Judge Mitchell told him quietly.

Lemay stared at the judge mouth gaping wide as if he
almost disbelieved what he'd heard. Only now did he
finally realise that he truly was a common slave for
the rest of his life and that no one was going to save
him from that fate.

Judge Mitchell continued. "A slave wears what his
master orders, and provided he's collared, that's
sufficient".

I have decided that you only require a collar for your
duties at my Green Bay plantation, "Jugobonito"."

"My duties? What duties?" Lemay blurted out.

Judge Mitchell turned to Morris Bunter. "He needs to
learn correct slave behaviour. It's better if we teach
him properly, from the outset."

Morris Bunter rose from the lounge and took Lemay
roughly by his collar and led him a few steps to the
punishment horse. He tossed the struggling Lemay over
the horse, bent him over and ordered the escorting
slaves to secure Lemay in that position over the
punishment horse.

Lemay filled with humiliation and embarrassment was
wriggling around with nervous tension like a child.
Mr. Bunter went to pull his punishment cane from his
belt but changed his mind and instead selected his
electric slave-prod off his belt, switched it on, and
then rammed into the middle of Lemay's right buttock.
Lemay screamed and before Lemay had time to recover he
had done the same to Lemay's other buttock and then he
forced Lemay's legs apart and slid the prod against
the sensitive skin between Lemay's anus and scrotum.

The pain must have been acute as Lemay screamed out in
a shrill high pitched adolescent voice for quite a few
seconds as he remained bent over the punishment horse
like a naughty little boy.

When Lemay regained composure Judge Mitchell said,
"Let that be a lesson to you boy".
'
"Yes sir" Lemay moaned, determined not to incur the
pain any further.

"Good boy, that's the attitude I like to hear from a
slave. Now learn to be respectful like that all the
time, you now look like a slave and you need to learn
how to act and speak like one" Judge Mitchell informed
Lemay.

As the slaves released Lemay, Judge Mitchell ordered
"Approach me!".

Lemay moved over to and around the study desk, and
when in reach Judge Mitchell reached out and took
Lemay's balls and penis in the palm of his hand.

Lemay tried to move back, forcing the judge to say
sternly "Are you resisting your owner when he tries to
inspect you, slave?"

Lemay had slaves of his own and knew all about
inspecting slaves. With a look of resignation he stood
there as the Judge weighed his balls and stroked his
dick to some sort of an erection. He looked at Lemay's
moist and dark dick head.

Motioning to one of the escort slaves to come over the
Judge ordered "Slave make him climax, but be sure you
catch it all as I want to inspect it."

Mr Bunter leaned forward and handed a glass ashtray to
the escort slave, who started immediately to jerk
Lemay off with his other hand.

The slave's fingers started to slide up and down
Lemay's penis and soon it was totally erect and
throbbing with sensation, as the slaves fingers
continued to move up and down at a steady pace.

Lemay began to moan with the pleasure and the
excitement as his balls started to contract as they
got ready to pump his cum. He moaned aloud one last
time and then as his cum shot forth from his turgid
shaft the slave at the last possible moment stopped
stroking and forced Lemay's dick down towards the
ashtray and held it there as the "after shocks" ran
through his body.

Mr Bunter broke the silence that was other wise only
punctuated by Lemay's rasping breaths.

"Bring it here", he said to the slave, and the slave
instantly moved over and handed the ashtray containing
Lemay's cum to Mr Bunter.

Mr Bunter dipped his thumb and forefinger into Lemay's
creamy deposit lying in the ashtray.

"Excellent colour, very high viscosity, and a large
volume", he remarked to Judge Mitchell.

"Send a sample off for testing" the Judge instructed
Mr Bunter. "We need to be able to certify that he's
not shooting blanks like our current stud."

"Are you going to perform the traditional 'new slave'
initiation ceremony now, sir?" Bunter then asked.

"Yes, I think now would be a good time" the Judge
replied.

"Take this cum, and lubricate and stretch the new
slave so his ready for your master" Mr Bunter
instructed one of the escort slaves

The other escort slave made Lemay lay back across the
punishment horse then the first slave lubricated and
stretched the groaning Lemay in preparation for Judge
Mitchell.

As an owner of many field slaves the Judge never had
the time or opportunity to assert his ownership rights
over them, leaving it to Mr Dubois, or some of the
guards, if they so chose. But for house servants and
"fancies" like Lemay, he thought that it was important
to maintain traditional standards and keep alive some
of the old ways and traditions therefore he liked to
fuck the new slaves who were to serve around him,
whether male or female, as a way of confirming to them
that they were totally under his control and in his
power.

Mr Bunter and Mr Dubois both looked at the Judge and
it was Mr Bunter who asked "Do you want us to
withdraw, sir? We can remain outside, so that if
there's trouble with the slave, I can be in here in an
instant."

"No, both of you can stay and watch if you wish, you
have seen it all before and anyway I've got nothing to
be ashamed of."

The Judge then got to his feet and came around behind
Lemay. He quickly lowered his trousers and boxers
placed his hands on Lemay's butt, his fingers to the
sides and his thumbs in his butt crack as he gently
pried the cheeks apart.

The Judge began to nudge his erect penis in slowly so
as to ease the pain. Gradually he pushed forward and
his dick head slipped into Lemay quite easily. This
was obviously not the first dick that had gone up
Lemay's butt!

The judge began to fuck Lemay, pulling out very
slowly, and sliding back in again, repeating the
action till Lemay was making moaning noises of pure
pleasure until suddenly the Judge's action changed, he
started to pull in and out much more quickly, then
slamming forward one last time he cried out "Oh yes"
and then equally as suddenly stopped.

The judge relaxed his grip on Lemay's shoulders, and
sagged forward to lie against him.

"There, you' are now properly my slave, I have taken
your cherry, Judge Mitchell informed the panting
Lemay.

The judge pulled back then, and his dick slid out of
Lemay and he stood upright, his dick, still
semi-erect, poking out from under the tails of his
shirt as he stood there.

Mr Dubois snapped at the two escort slaves "Don't just
stand there, help your master. Clean him up!"

They knelt in front of Judge Mitchell and begin taking
turns to lick at their master's slimy dick with their
tongues.

Whist he was being cleaned up the Judge said, in a
business like tone, "It's not worth me inspecting the
rest of him, his muscles are almost non-existent and
he's generally flabby and weak from his previous
gentile lifestyle, but where it counts, he's in good
condition and I think that dick of his will be more
than adequate as a breed slave on the plantation"

"No....", Lemay whimpered

"Yes gentlemen, I think this solves the problem we
were just discussing. As you said Mr Dubois our
neighbours have come to expect `Jugobonito' to have a
nice white stud available for them. This slave will do
nicely once he's been brought up to scratch with
proper feeding and good, hard work and exercise to
build up his muscles. Work him naked in a coffle for
three months then present him to me again for
inspection".

"Please, master, no....." Lemay again started to beg.

"Slave, when are you going to learn that it's
forbidden for a slave to speak unless spoken to? Do
you want to be punished again?

"Master, no, please don't punish me again" Lemay
begged.

"There's a more immediate problem, though" the Judge
continued "His name, It's too posh for a slave so
we'll rename him "Lem".

Lemay started to protest but a threatening finger from
Mr Dubois was all that was required to quell him into
silence.

 "Mr Dubois schedule Lemay to be tattooed at the
County Servitude Processing Centre now that I have
decided his name and when the three months are up have
him 'banded' to make his genitals display better.

"Master, please, no...."

"I told you to be silent, slave! One more word and I
swear you will be very sorry you spoke out of turn"

The Judge gestured to the escorting slaves that they
and Lem were dismissed, and they quickly escorted Lem,
towards the door whilst the Judge thought to himself
how easy it was to take away a man's freedom.

Remove his clothes, give him a slave haircut, tattoo
him and brand him, and instantly you have a new slave.



End Part 1.


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