Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2006 18:51:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scales of Justice Part 4

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