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