Scales of Justice By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Part: 6 Demise -- Conclusion.
Later that first day as Judge Avery's pony slave, Beak was still tethered to the rail outside the courthouse when he was approached by a man. As a slave is expected to do, he quickly lowered his eyes so at first he did not recognise the man though he did take in his general appearance.
The man was dressed casually but in a style that marked him as a man of means, a gentleman farmer perhaps though his very well tanned skin and short trimmed hair and eye brows was, Beak thought, unusual for a gentleman. He was wearing tailored tan slacks, polished boots, a loose fitting green cotton shirt, as if he had recently lost weight, the shirt was complimented by a tan colored silk handkerchief which was fluffed up in the left breast pocket, sunglasses and a white panama sun hat.
Before Beak knew what was happening the man punched Beak in the face instantly breaking his nose and causing blood to trickle down over his lips. Beak was tethered to the rail and securely fastened to the rickshaw so he had no opportunity of protecting himself.
"Fucking pony slave are you? That's way too good a position for you as far as I am concerned. You would be rotting away in some underground mine or sold to the organ bank if I had my way" the man vehemently abused as he kicked Beak in the groin with his immaculately polished boots.
The man was Lemay Dumaresq.
Following Judge Mitchell's conviction and enslavement for his corrupt behaviour with Dan Fitzpatrick, a judicial review had exonerated Lemay of his enslavement conviction based on the collaboration between Delores Fitzpatrick's father and the Judge.
After only three weeks chained in a coffle working at Beak's former property `Jugobonito' under the overseer from hell, Mr Carl Dubois, Lemay Dumaresq was a changed man. He had become very moody, withdrawn and was prone to fits of uncontrolled rage.
The slave before him was his focal point for revenge. He had dreamed of getting his revenge on the judge who had sentenced him to those weeks in hell. He had been pack raped every night, beaten, vilified and turned into nothing more than an animal. Now as he tried to get his life back into some sense of normality Lemay wished the same and more on his former enslaver.
However after punching and kicking Beak he stopped.
The satisfaction just wasn't there. He had thought that it would be, but it wasn't.
The reality of his situation hit Lemay at that instance like a bolt of lightning from Zeus. Lemay realized in that instant of revelation that enslavement had scarred him so deep that he may never fully recover. In time maybe he could suppress the absolute fear and terror of his existence at `Jugobonito' but it would always be lurking deep in his sub conscience and he feared the pain and panic would continue to rise up at night when he was alone.
As quickly as he approached, Lemay Dumaresq left, to contemplate and brood over his dark feelings.
The truth, as Beak always knew, was that Lemay had raped Delores Fitzpatrick. He was a gentleman and expected to be given the benefit of the doubt not realizing Judge Mitchell's secret connections with the Fitzpatrick family. Now through his own criminal fraud of the tax system Beak had created doubt about the verdict and the testimony of Delores Fitzpatrick.
Lemay was now walking free whist the innocent woman Lemay had raped was now enslaved, Judge Avery in one of his first verdicts finding Delores Fitzpatrick guilty of conspiring to pervert the course of justice and of falsely accusing Lemay Dumaresq of rape.
It was therefore with some surprise that another gentleman stopped soon after in front of the bleeding and distressed Beak and taking out his own handkerchief removed the bit from Beak's mouth and wiped off the blood and stymied the flow. Beak was totally surprised at this action. He had no expectation that any free man would react as he did.
Beak recognised this man too. It was Dr Milos Learner a now retired Psychologist who had often served as an expert witness to the Tallahatchie County Court. Dr Learner was heavily involved in the Local Community Watch Organisation at a local, county and state level. Beak even seemed to remember reading a short article in the local paper the Eastbrook Daily Prophet the morning before he was enslaved reporting that Dr Learner had been appointed to the National Supervising Committee of `Taking Back Control'.
After Dr Learner had cared for Beaks bleeding, he stepped back, took out his pipe and lit it as he stared back at Beak with an air of confidence only certain free men could emulate, looking up and down Beak's body as he did so, inspecting him as he might a slave he was thinking of purchasing.
To most free citizens it would not matter that they had once worked professionally with a person who was now a slave, they would still ignore the slave. As a slave Beak knew he now inhabited a universe of servitude that free men deal with only to instruct, supervise or discipline, never anything more!
Dr Learner however was an exception. He was confident in his own position and often contemplated all the implication of the current slave society that most free citizens did not.
As he studied the pony slave before him he recognized Beak as the former Judge Mitchell.
'Good grief! Is that you William.' he said in surprise.
"Yes master" Beak replied with courtesy, "But I'm called Beak now sir."
When you've been flogged and humiliated for four weeks, when pain has been deliberately inflicted to purge your system of every last ounce of rebellion Beak like all slaves soon developed the technique of how to avoid trouble, therefore Beak was very cautious of his former professional colleague and friend even though he seemed to be showing compassion and friendship.
Dr Learner stood in front of Beak, left hand in his pocket and right hand holding his pipe which he continued to smoke looking totally relaxed. "You're still William to me! You look good William apart from the bloodied face and your nose which I suspect is broken. Slavery has improved your physique if nothing else."
"Thank you sir." Beak replied very politely but with a sad defeated voice.
Dr Learner laughed. "Already the polite slave saying what most free citizen would want to hear. Don't look so sad William. I mean it; I've never seen you looking better. Fit and strong and with no cares but to serve your master to your best ability, you're starting to look like a real slave. I must congratulate Bertram Avery when I see him next."
Dr Learner had an appointment a block away in Downtown Eastbrook with the Tallahatchie District School Board about implementation plans for `Taking Back Control' in relation to all boys from Kindergarten to 15 years in the districts schools and did not want to be late, so he refastened the bit in Beaks mouth and said a polite goodbye, wishing Beak all the best.
"Keep out of trouble William, that's the best advice I can give you. Hopefully your bloodied nose is not an ill omen of your life to come! Perhaps I will see you around from time to time I will look out for you. There is no law that prevents a free citizen from speaking to a slave. Catch you another time William and please try to stay out of trouble" said Dr Learner.
If he could have spoken he would have said "Sir, I very much intend to try, sir" but with the bit back in his mouth he just nodded his head in recognition.
Dr Learner however was very much the exception in the way he spoke to and treated Beak. No one else said anything to him that day except an older teenager who abused him when Beak was unable to hold his bowel movements in any longer and was forced to drop a turd between his legs onto the ground in full view of the teenager who was walking by. The teenager looked over in disgust when the turd dropped and said, "You filthy animal" and walked on commenting to his companion as they went on,"Fucking slaves, no free citizen would ever do that. I've never seen a NEWDD do it and no one could ever make me do that either, even if I was ever enslaved."
Beak thought to himself, "How little you understand son, the reality of being a slave".
Beak continued to serve his master following the routine established on that first day, faithfully and loyally for nine more years. A slaves life is repetitive boring and mundane, broken only by the pain of the whip or the lash of the cane. It is a life of constant fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the searing pain that masters inflict for the slightest misnomenor or sometimes just because the slave is there and they can and want to let out their frustrations on the hapless slave who has the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Beak's life continued this daily grind, never changing, nothing different ever happening for those nine years till the eventful day in July when he was injured in Downtown Eastbrook by a delivery truck that pulled out from the curb.
The driver did not see him and as a consequence of the accident he suffered a broken leg and substantial bruising. The rickshaw suffered only minor damage and Judge Avery was unhurt though shaken, the impact having been taken almost fully by Beak.
Beak's leg was tended to by a local vet with a very good reputation but it did not mend properly and this prevented him from ever again acting as his masters pony slave.
Judge Avery allocated him tasks around "Juridique" and put Kip who was now 21 years of age and fully mature into service as his pony slave. And what a sight Kip made, his seven inch shaved cock and superb tanned body properly `displayed' as he pulled his master around Eastbrook. A new much younger house boy was purchased to please the eye of Master Avery and brighten up "Juridique" with his colourful costume.
The officials of the Tallahatchie County Legal Department however had other ideas about Beaks use. They owned Beak by court order and not judge Avery and in their wisdom they decided that at 59 years of age and partly crippled Beak was worth more divided into parts than as a whole body.
Master Avery's wished to keep the services of Beak and he let the Legal Department know of his desire. However when he was told his only option was to purchase Beak himself at the price they had been offered by the Eastbrook Organ Bank he declined. It was never a good thing Judge Avery knew to get sentimental or friendly with a slave. It would not be a good investment at the price he would have had to pay.
So unbeknown to Beak his title was sold by the Tallahatchie County Juvenile Department to the Eastbrook Organ Bank.
When the decision was finalised Bertram Avery did take the time to personally say farewell to his old colleague. He thanked him for his service as his pony slave but left it at that, telling Beak he had been sold but not telling Beak who his new master was or what that implied for his fate.
Morris Bunter like wise made an effort to say goodbye to Beak and for the first time in the nine years that Beak had slept in the cage at "Juridique", Mr. Bunter unlocked Beak's penis lock before he was placed in his cage for his last night with Kip.
Emotions flowed that night in the cage at the rear of the garage. Kip still shared the cage with Beak and had since about the age of 14 ½ years become the dominant slave in the relationship between Kip and Beak. By the age of 14 ½, Kip was a strapping young man of 6 foot and had filled out beautifully. He had no trouble in dominating the older and weaker Beak. >From that time on Beak had been Kips fuck boy.
Neither Judge Avery nor Mr. Bunter had shown any interest in taking Beak's cherry and it had been Kip who eventually claimed that honour. At first Beak hated Kip for his actions but as the years passed a certain love and understanding had developed between the two.
The night before Beaks departure was therefore very poignant and filled with much distressed grief and wailing as well as love. It would have been a lot worse if either had known the true fate that awaited Beak.
It was also the first time Kip had access to Beaks penis unobstructed by the penis lock. Out of respect, admiration and love Kip decided that tonight he would not fuck Beak. He couldn't go so far as allowing Beak to fuck him, that was something that could never happen, only Master Avery and Mr. Bunter had ever fucked him, no one else ever got the opportunity once he turned 16. He was a top, not a bottom!
This special night Kip determine to give Beak the best hand job he was capable of giving. So from the first moment that they were alone together in the cage that night, Kip took hold of Beak's penis sending instantaneous thrills of pleasure running through beak's body. It had been nine years since his penis had been unlocked and free to fully enjoy the sensations of the sexual act. Beak had almost forgotten how good it felt to have your penis free and jerked off!
As Kip continued to caress Beaks body and his penis in particular, Beak began to moan with pleasure as pre cum started to ooze from the tip of his penis. Kip continued his gentle caressing of Beak's penis but now moved his thumb backwards and forwards over the now moist penis head and allowed him thumb nail to catch on the oozing slit.
Every time he did this, a little ripple of pure pleasure, ran through Beak's body.
Beak started to moan loudly as the pleasure within his body built, and through the moonlight Beak could see Kip's blue eyes shining back at him from his bronzed face as he continued to massage Beak's penis.
Beak had probably the hardest erection he had for many a long year with his penis free from its constraints. The touch of Kip's strong fingers over his throbbing penis was now turning into pure unadulterated pleasure. Beak's penis started to flow with pre cum and Kip allowed it to coat his fingers and continued to rub.
Beak didn't want the moment to end, he wanted it to go on and on, but as Kip continued to rub ever so gently, Beak felt his balls respond to the relentless stimulation and start to contract.
In the next instant Beak was crying out in ecstasy, his penis engorged and erect, his nostrils flared, he began to pant and breathe in short gasps. The muscles of his rippled stomach began to heave and contract. The veins in his neck began to stand out. His toes and fingers began to curl and uncurl as if they had a mind of their own. In an emotional and physical reaction born of primal instinct, Beak arched his hips upward and began to fuck the air wildly.
"Oh, God, Oh Fuck, Oh jesus!!!!" came the tortured cry from Beak's mouth.
For nearly a minute, Beak's body strained upward fucking nothingness. His engorged penis twitched and jerked with each wave of what seemed like an orgasm that would never end as he sprayed Kip's body with shot after shot of his pent up cum.
Kip didn't stop as Beak's cum began to shoot out; he carried on rubbing causing Beak to shout out again and again in absolute ecstasy and pain. Beak's pleas went unheeded as Kip still didn't stop, building Beak up to a second and then a third ejaculation from his engorged penis in quick succession.
Beak was screaming, moaning, in pain and laughing all at the same time before Kip finally took his hand away.
Kip touched his cum-covered hand to his lips, and then carefully licked all of Beak's cum from his fingers. All the time his eyes were locked on Beak and when he had licked his fingers clean he pulled Beak close to him and kissed him long and passionately. Huddled together they cried themselves to sleep; knowing that never again would either of them enjoy the others body or company.
It was probably for the best the following morning that Beak kitted Kip out early and sent him off as usual to wait outside "Juridique" ready to haul Judge Avery to court when he appeared. Kip was therefore not there to see Beak depart.
When the table top truck arrived at the back of "Juridique" to collect Beak later that morning, Beak still did not know where he was going or who his new master was. A slave was nothing and there was absolutely no reason to inform a slave about anything that was happening to him.
Beak was already very nervous as he waited in the small cage fastened to the tray of the pick up about his fate, but when he overheard Mr. Bunter ask the driver "Did he have any more pick ups for the bank today?" Beak knew his fate was sealed.
A person should never know their hour of final demise, regardless of wether you are a free citizen or a slave!
Beak feared death. He had when he was a free citizen. He had from as far back as his teenage years when he realised that he had no faith, no belief and that in all probability there was nothing beyond the grave and that the life he had, was all that he would have.
Maybe this lack of belief was the reason he had tried to live a life beyond his means. Why he had drifted into corrupt dealings and why he had manipulated the system and betrayed the trust placed on him for his own enrichment and gratification.
As he awaited his fate Beak contemplated his fear. He had known fear on a daily basis since he had been enslaved. He had looked fear in the face many times but still the fear he felt about his ultimate demise was far greater than the sum all the fear he had experienced as a slave from the tawse, prod, cane or especially the whip.
At the Organ Bank his fear of dieing immediately brought on deep depression and his health plummeted abruptly. The decision was taken by the Organ Bank within a day of his arrival to use Beak's body as soon as possible while it would be of the most use.
Beak's last memory of life was being wheeled on a stainless steel trolley to the operating theatre strapped down and immobile, a nurse stroking his uncontrollably shaking arm in an act of comfort like he was a dog, as his vision clouded, the sounds drifted away and the light dimmed....
Beak was kept alive long enough to extract the organs and body parts that were required then his life was terminated, a lethal injection ending his existence whilst still under the anesthetic.
His final act of service to the Eastbrook community was to save the lives of seven free citizens including two teenagers. William Mitchell had long ceased to exist and now Beak had ceased to exist as well.
His vital organs and body parts that were removed and dispersed, enabled some of the ailing free citizens of Tallahatchie County a better quality of life and the chance to stay alive a little bit longer so they could enjoy their friends, families and life. They may have thought nothing of Beak as a slave but they were only too happy to receive a slave's organ at transplant if it meant they stayed alive. To them it was the ultimate act of slave service!
Through his organs, Beak lived on for many years after his bodily demise and his existence in the memories of most people, except Kip, had long since been forgotten.
From being one of the most influential, respected and wealthy citizen of Tallahatchie County, at the very top of the community's social standing, William Mitchell had fallen to the very bottom; he had gone from the enslaver to the enslaved to being cut up for spare parts.
Truly in his case, the Scales of Justice had fully turned!
End Part: 6 THE END
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
`Be Careful What You Wish For' by Justin Davis