Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 20:11:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scales of Justice Part 3

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