A New World
I: Toe
"Guilty," the black-robed judge announced from his raised bench, pounding the lectern
with his gavel. "The female is hereby stripped of all rights and status as a person, and
is to be sent to the Regional Processing Center. Sentence to be carried out
immediately. All appeals, present and future, are summarily denied."
The girl's parents looked on in stunned silence as the two bailiffs ripped the coarse
cotton dress off her otherwise naked body and strapped a thick leather collar around
her neck before forcing her to her knees. Their fifteen year old daughter was going to
spend the rest of her life as a slave, and neither she nor they would ever know the
reason why. Thanks to the Crime Secrecy Act, defendants were no longer allowed to
know the nature of the accusations against them. By keeping secret the specifics of the
allegations, the Congress said, national security would be enhanced. Terrorists would
never know what information the government had, and would therefore be unable know
how they were caught. Of course, their daughter wasn't a terrorist, but the law applied
to any allegations of criminal activity.
The newly sentence slave was young and beautiful, as most were. Just a sophomore
in high school, not even a really woman yet, though her body certainly looked like one.
At five feet six inches tall, she weighed a mere 110 pounds. Skinny by most standards,
though not waifish at all. Not fully developed, just a 32B, but with a strong, athletic body
and thick, muscular thighs resulting from five years of track competition. Short, light
chestnut hair set off her dark brown eyes. Eyes that were now filled with tears. She
tried to glance over her shoulder at her parents, only to be rewarded with a harsh hank
on her leash.
That she would be convicted was preordained; fewer than one out of every two hundred
females accused of crimes were ever released, and those were virtually always the
daughters of wealthy, influential people who could manipulate the system to their
personal benefit. As with most corrupt systems, it was the wealthy and influential - and
often government officials themselves, or their family members - who were most likely
to have actually committed their crimes. For the less fortunate, the "proof" was often
unsubstantiated allegations, heresay, and circumstantial evidence. Sheri's parents,
while well-to-do, were hardly wealthy, and the outcome of the "trial" was, therefore, a
foregone conclusion. Not knowing the charges, not even permitted an attorney to
represent her, they'd realized the situation just hours after her arrest.
In preparation for her conviction, like all girls facing the same fate, she'd been carefully
denuded and cleaned prior to her court appearance. Her pussy, which she'd kept
neatly trimmed, was now totally bare, her sphincter still aching from the enemas she'd
been given to clean her out. She'd not been fed for the two days of pre-trial
confinement, given only drug-laced water to ensure her docility. Now naked, collared
and on a leash, she was led crawling outside to the waiting transport truck. Slaves
were always taken out of the courtroom in this manner.
She was the first conviction of the day, so the vehicle was otherwise empty. Nothing
more than a heavy plexiglass box mounted on a truck chassis, it was unheated and the
only ventilation came from tiny leaks around the doors. Though late spring, the morning
air blowing off the ocean was damp and frigid, and the light breeze causing her naked
body to shiver. There were no seats, and even the floor was of the same transparent
material, permitting the girl not a modicum of privacy. As usual, a number of
adolescents - both boys and girls - had already arrived to watch the spectacle of newly
sentenced criminals being placed in the "cuntmobile," as it was colloquially called. The
girl herself remembered standing in the crowd just two weeks ago, jeering at that
week's consignment of naked, convicted females headed to their new lives as slaves.
Now, though, she was the subject of those same stares and not-so-suppressed giggles.
Se realized with a shock that several of the faces in the small crowd forming outside her
plexiglass prison were familiar. Her circle of friends - former friends, she mentally
corrected herself - had come to see her off, to complete her humiliation. She started to
cover herself with her hands, then remembered how she'd complained when other
newly sentenced slaves did the same, just to watch them be publicly beaten, and
worse. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she sat down on the transparent
floor, closing her eyes momentarily and hoping this was all a bad dream. A knocking
sound brought her back to the reality of her nightmare; a trio of young boys she
recognized from her neighborhood were standing outside the van, motioning her to
spread her legs. She had no right to disobey. Crying softly, she exposed her denuded
sex to the adolescents, burning with humiliation. She'd been in the boys' place before,
staring at someone who had no right to privacy. Now, the roles were reversed.
Now she was the one without rights, without even a name, she realized. No longer to
be called "Sheri," nor to take anything for granted, she realized. She was not even a
"she" anymore, but an "it," a thing, a piece of property. Slave meat. Her best friend -
former best friend, she again corrected herself - was outside the van, staring at her,
making lewd motions with her mouth and hands, like she was sucking a cock. Another
boy she knew from school thrust his crotch out at her, laughing. The message was
unmistakable. She'd refused his advances only days earlier; no longer would she have
the luxury of saying no to anyone. Her former best friend moved closer to the van,
pointing at the hairless area between the new slave's spread thighs, talking rapidly to
her friends, then laughing. Sheri's face burned with humiliation, but she could also feel
herself getting wet. She couldn't understand why. Tears ran down her unblemished
cheeks.
Over the next few hours, the van slowly filled with other females, most somewhere
between their early teens to mid-20's, but some older, and one easily in her forties. By
early afternoon the container was a mass of naked female flesh, each body pressed
against the other. The combined odors of the thirty women, some of whom had been
gang raped just before their hearings, filled the van. The sun had warmed the day, and
the temperature inside the unprotected prison van rose steadily, causing the slaves
packed inside to start sweating. Unlike Sheri, who was still a virgin, most of the other
prisoners had been repeatedly raped both before and after their court appearances.
The stench of cum, cunt and sweat was overpowering, the only relief coming from the
momentary opening of the door while another poor, unfortunate female was shoved
inside.
With the day's trials finally over, the sun was setting as the transport van finally
departed for the Processing Center. The trip took a full eighteen hours of non-stop
travel, during which the cargo - for that's what the females were now - were given no
respite. Without room to sit or lay down, many fell asleep in an upright position, simply
leaning against each other. Most, however, were unable to even obtain that small
luxury, fearful that any sleep might result in their last breath. Some, like the slave
formerly known as Sheri, hadn't eaten in well over two days, and the knotting cramps in
their stomachs kept them awake. Others had a full meal just before their arrests, only
hours before, and suffered from motion sickness. Most of the females urinated at least
once - the drugged water contained a strong diuretic - and a few became ill from the
swaying motion of the vehicle. The sound of vomiting and the accompanying fetid odor
caused many of the girls to wretch, resulting in the floor being covered in a thick,
globular muck.
Arrival at the Processing Center occurred at mid-morning, just before the hot sun
reached its zenith. Isolated in the desert, it occupied a portion of a former military base
which had been closed decades earlier in the era of budget cuts. As the sole surviving
superpower, the United States had long ago abandoned most training installations
inside the country, preferring to confine the environmental abuses inflicted on terrain by
tanks and bombs to the foreign countries it now occupied. The entire complex was
several thousand square miles, containing a full dozen camps with similar, albeit slightly
different, purposes. Although each compound was contained within a fence or wall, this
was merely for psychological purposes. There was no escape from the brutal sun nor
the flat, bare terrain.
Although the resumption of slavery was still in its infancy - barely 20 years old now -
those managing the training centers quickly adapted to slave training the age-old
methods used by the military: dehumanize and break them down, then rebuild and mold
them into whatever you desire. To this end, every step of the initial processing was
conducted as impersonally as possible. These were not people, but things. Property,
with no rights; just privileges they must first earn.
As the transport van pulled in to the facility, it was directed into a small, walled area.
Once secured inside, the rear hatch was opened and the cargo directed to exit. A
reception committee consisting of six naked, collared slaves supervised by two burly,
uniformed men carrying cattle prods, carefully sprayed each of the females with a
strong disinfectant solution, followed by a cold rinse. This was not necessarily out of
concern for disease, but to quell the stench from the prolonged ride. The female cargo
didn't care; while the soap solution burned the skin, the water felt nice and refreshing.
It was the closest thing to comfort any of them would feel for a very long time.
Once the washing was completed, the slaves were lined up and the identification tags
on their collars checked against the court files. Two of the new slaves were found to
have exchanged collars in an apparently attempt to confuse the training center into
believing their induction into slavery was a mistake. This was nothing new to the cadre,
and the two slaves were immediately removed from the group, screaming in pain.
As each female was positively identified through photographs and retinal scans, she
was taken to a small table where her identification brand was applied. The current
technique involved brazing with a laser, rather than branding with a hot iron, and little
more discomfort than a bad sunburn. A bar code was applied to the back of each new
slave's neck, and her identification number embossed across the middle of her right
buttock and on the sole of her left foot. These were simple traditional formalities,
though; the real identification was the tracking chip implanted in the side of each slave's
neck, providing instant computer identification and GPS tracking worldwide. With
today's technology, there was no place a slave could hide. The next step was total
denuding; barber's shears, then a razor, were used to remove each slave's scalp hair
and eyebrows. A chemical depilatory was applied to the rest of each slave's body,
removing all hair on the areas it touched. Two more applications would be required, at
which time the follicles would be completely dead. While their scalp hair and eyebrows
might be permitted to grow back, the slaves would be otherwise permanently hairless.
Finally, the part that most of the new slave girls dreaded the most, the ringing. Each of
the girls was pierced five times: a metal grommet in the nasal septum, though which a
thick stainless steel ring was imbedded; a somewhat smaller, much thinner ring in each
nipple, and still smaller ones through their outer labia. Most of the slaves were
dismayed to discover their rings were silver; after training, they'd be subjected to the
humiliation of being sold at public auction. Those who were divorced knew their former
husbands would have the first right of purchase, a thought that caused two of the
slaves to shudder in fear. Sheri was surprised to see her rings were gold; she was
already owned by someone. Probably, she correctly assumed, the person who filed the
criminal complaint against her in the first place.
While each slave now was officially identified as a number, it was recognized early in
the new era that names were simply easier for both Master and slave to identify with.
Since a slave's name could change at its Owner's whim, a decision was made that the
new slave should start learning as soon as possible to respond to whatever name she
was given. The slave formerly known as Sheri, now identified as 890234F189-7C3, felt
fortunate in this regard. Her new name was "toe." The girls on either side of her were
now known as "dog shit" and "cunt slime." None of them new yet that their names
would be changed regularly. Again, this was part of the training process, to teach the
slaves to respond to whatever name they were given.
The initial physical modifications completed, the new slaves were herded into a small
room, where they were given terse, direct instructions on exactly what was expected of
them. Total, absolute, complete obedience. Any hesitation to obey any command
would result in severe punishment. Silence except when spoken to, although screams
during punishment were permissible, they were told. Specific positions they were to
assume were demonstrated and practiced; corrections consisted of a riding crop
applied to their backs, shoulders, thighs or buttocks. When not otherwise occupied,
remain kneeling. Knees spread, hands interlocked behind the head. If performing
some task and approached by a Male, assume a squatting position, toes pointed
outward, eyes focused on his crotch, again with hands interlocked behind the head.
Positions on all fours, back, and belly, and variations of each. An hour of seemingly
endless drills...kneel, squat, beg, down, back, belly, commands coming first at five
second intervals, then increasing in pace, until no thought was necessary on the part of
the slave. When the command was given, the position was simply assumed as though
an automatic reflex.
The next phase of processing was the most thorough, humiliating medical exam any of
them had previously experienced. Even the assembly-line physicals conducted by the
military paled in comparison. It was not until after the standard vision, hearing, reflex,
height, weight exam and blood draws that the true humiliation began. In full view of the
numerous staff and visitors who assembled daily for this very event, the new slaves had
their bodies poked, prodded, tweaked and twisted. Measurements of inconceivable
worth were taken - distance between nipples, breast droop, tongue length, distance
from navel to clitoris, length of clitoris when erect - all designed simply to humiliate, and
nothing more. Then the photographs. Facial. Full frontal, side and rear view. On all
fours, front, side and rear. On their backs, fingers spreading the labia. Closeups
detailing the asshole and cunt. More photos of both, after spread open with specula.
Then the finger, palm, foot and lip prints. Blood drawn for testing, including DNA. All
the while naked, and forced into a loving embrace with the girl next to her, tongue-
kissing and fingering each other's sex while waiting for the next indignation to be carried
out.
For toe, the true humiliation came when she was strapped to what would have passed,
in another era, for a cross between a doctor's gynecology exam table and a torture
rack. In truth, it was a bit of both. After her wrists and ankles were strapped down,
specula were used to force both her lower holes widely open. Electrodes were
attached to her temples, wrists and chest, and small probes inserted into her cunt and
asshole. Fingers squeezed her breasts, all the while the electronic device in the corner
recording her responses, measuring the elasticity of her vaginal opening and the
amount of fluid she was producing. Toe had always produced copious amounts of
lubrication, and much to her dismay, she could feel herself immediately beginning to
juice up. The fingers moved to her belly, then to the cleft of her sex, slowly but
incessantly rubbing up and down her now-sopping slit. Suddenly, a tiny electrical
charge was applied directly to the tip of her erect clitoris, eliciting a loud scream as toe
experienced her first forced orgasm as a slave. The technicians recorded her
responses in her training record, carefully jotting down the exact instrument readings at
the precise moment of orgasm. It wouldn't do, they knew, for anyone to unwittingly
allow a slave to cum without permission. To permit a slave to orgasm due to
negligence or ineptness meant punishment; a slave would receive demerits and a
beating; but a free person, as these technicians were, could get fired, so it was
important to exactly record each slave's exact orgasm point. Toe was brought to seven
more orgasms, each more humiliating than the one previous, her responses detailed in
the computerized logs. As a final degradation, the technician who had been fondling
her wiped the slime off his hand onto her belly.
Once the testing was completed, initial training began immediately. Slavers had long
ago learned that physical and emotional exhaustion were very effective means of
breaking a new slave, and they went at it with a gusto. For the next 48 hours, the
slaves were worked without break. Constant physical exertion - mile-long runs, endless
squat thrusts and deep knee bends, sprints and manual labor - punctuated with a thirty
second water break every hour, ensured the women were physically exhausted and
mentally drained. The first to fall out during this initial torture session were brutally gang
raped by the facility's specially trained canines; those who simply slowed down during
the runs or exercises were subjected to shots with cattle prods and whips on those
most sensitive of their body parts. Just seeing this happen was enough to keep toe
from the faltering.
Finally, the initial "breaking in period," as it was euphemistically called, was concluded.
The exhausted, filthy, smelly females were ushered into the dining hall, though it could
hardly be called such. A large, windowless room harshly illuminated by bright
incandescent lights hanging from the tall ceiling, the floor was smooth concrete with
rows of round indentations evenly spaced. In each depression was a few morsels of
high-protein dry food, the consistency of compressed sawdust. Directly to the left of
each food cup was mounted a small phallic-shaped container filled with a clear liquid.
Upon command, each slave girl knelt in front of her meal, and with her hands clasped
behind her back, began to eat. Toe soon discovered that she would have to lower her
mouth and completely engulf the water-filled dildo, then suck forcefully, before it would
dispense any liquid. Alternating between the tasteless food and sucking water from the
imitation penis, toe's food was gone well before her brain declared her full. Hunger was
a slave's constant companion while in training.
Finally, after three full days of complete and utter humiliation and abuse, it was time for
the naked women to be permitted their allotted rest period. They were herded to their
cells - nothing more than steel dog cages barely large enough to crawl into - and
secured for the night. No further abuse was inflicted, though the cramped cages and
lack of any protection from the cold, hard concrete floor resulted in very little actual rest.
Toe dozed intermittently, awakening each time one of her muscles or joints screamed
in pain. The moans of the others filled her ears, acting almost as white noise, and
lulling her to a fitful sleep.
Morning dawned all too early for toe and her companions, their wake-up call being a
water hose turned on them while they struggled to crawl out of their tiny quarters.
Kneeling at a rigid attention, they shivered as the cold water dripped from their naked
bodies, awaiting the next command. A large black man with a shaved head walked
slowly up and down the line of cold, wet women, absentmindedly tapping his right thigh
with the riding crop he held. He used the crop as a tool, stopping here and there, using
it to reposition a slave's head, or to lift a naked breast. He lashed out with it once; one
slave, a few girls down from toe, dared to lift her eyes to look at his face. The crop
swooped down, catching the offender on the side of the face, actually breaking the skin.
Once the girl recovered from the blow, the Master presented the whip to her lips and
forced her to kiss it, then to thank him for correcting her. He continued his inspection,
this time behind the girls, after ordering them to all fours, asses shoved high into the air,
fully exposed. Again, he stopped to correct a few, using the crop as a prod, forcing a
back to be arched more gracefully, knees to be spread wider, and ass to be raised
higher.
"Too slow! No breakfast!" their tormenter shouted out to their dismay. "Maybe you
cunts will learn better than to take so long to get out of your warm, comfortable beds
next time!" The tiny morsels they'd been permitted the previous evening had barely
staved off the gnawing that now rumbled in their bellies, the hunger now enhanced by
the knowledge that they'd get no more food for the time being.
The new arrivals were told to turn sideways, so they were lined up head-to-foot, and
wait as each girl's nose ring was chained to the ankle of the slave in front of her. The
lead slave -- the one the Masters had named "kotex," had a leash attached to her
collar, and they were led down the concrete hallways, crawling on hands and knees for
their work assignments. Those who were to work inside were escorted directly to their
stations in the kitchen, laundry or housekeeping areas. The few selected for outside
work - toe was among these - were first placed in heavy iron chains. The twelve inch
hobble would prevent them from running, and restraints between their wrists - attached
to a chain locked around their waists - limited arm movement. Toe and two other girls -
called radish and fuckmeat - spent the day each pushing an old-style manual rotary
lawn mower over the expansive grounds. Urged on by the threat of no food until the job
was done, they completed their work in near-record time, and the entire grounds was
mowed in time for lunch. Lunch was a repetition of dinner the night before, with the
exception that there were a few vegetable peelings in with the dry food. As before, the
water was medicated; in addition to nutritional supplements and antibiotics, it contained
a powerful birth control drug. It wouldn't do to get a slave pregnant before she was sent
to her Master. A side effect of this particular drug was that it stopped menstrual cycles;
it wouldn't do to have a slave "out of commission" for such a trivial thing as a bit of
bleeding; menstrual cramps would continue to occur, but a slave's discomfort was of no
concern.
Immediately after lunch, a special assembly of all the slaves and staff was called. The
two girls who traded collars were to be publicly punished. The new arrivals were placed
on their knees in the front row, to be afforded an up-close view of the futility of any form
of deception or disobedience. The two were brought out in chains; it was obvious
they'd already been beaten, whipped and raped; this began almost immediately after
they were dragged away from their incoming group, and had continued non-stop until
just a moment ago. Their bodies were covered with angry red stripes from the whips
used on them; their breasts, cunts and asses were battered beyond belief. What the
throng could not easily see was that both slaves had broken ribs, one a broken leg, and
the other was missing two teeth that had been knocked out. But all this was simply the
warm-up; the real punishment was yet to begin.
Both girls were injected with a powerful stimulant, immediately bringing them to full
consciousness. They groaned as awareness returned to them, the pain of the beatings
nearly taking the smaller of the two back to unconsciousness. Neither would be so
lucky, though. Once awake, they were each bound on all fours, ass high and legs
lewdly spread, over metal frames. Once totally helpless, the girls were subjected to
more torture. After being publicly raped by the dogs again, each girl's cunt was stuffed
with feces and then sewn shut. In a few days, infection would set in, but long before
then, they'd beg for death to come. More whips, then flames, were applied to their feet,
hands, faces, breasts, and assholes. The girls were not gagged, and their horrific
screams filled the air as the torture continued. One was told she could stop the pain if
she ate a bowl full of dog shit; she did, and was then told it was all a lie. The other's
nipples were cut off, and then she was forced to chew and swallow them. Fingers and
toes were snapped, bring forth frightening howls of pain. Wires were attached to their
clits and electricity shot through their bodies, causing them to spasm frantically. Finally,
they were subjected to the current version of crucifixion, both being nailed, upside
down, to an inverted pentagram. Religious doctrine at the time said that in this manner,
the two would be sent to serve Satan as his slaves after death. The girls would remain
secured to the pentagram until they died, intravenous solutions guaranteeing full
awareness and a slow death taking days to occur.
During all this, several of the new girls tried to hide their faces or turn their heads; two
became ill at the stench of burning flesh. Toe, however, did neither. Instead, she
watched intently, looking at the situation with a very clinical and detached mind. These
weren't people being tortured, they were property. It was no more wrong to beat,
torture or kill a slave than it was to take an old, worn out couch to the dump or throw
last year's telephone book out. Instead, she focused inward, on her own responses.
The only impact anything had was the screams; for some unknown reason, she felt
herself becoming sexually excited. Unknown to her, the reactions of each slave was
being carefully monitored and recorded.
After the four hour session was over, toe and the other new arrivals were taken into a
classroom. Kneeling on the floor, they were given written examinations to help evaluate
their emotional condition after what they'd witnessed. These, as well as continuing
analyses, would be added to the psychological profiles which were started while the
slaves were still free, pending their trials. Toe's was evaluated quickly - there was a
special interest in her - and the results were not surprising. The psychological
evaluation conducted before her trial already showed latent submissiveness; testing
after the punishment only confirmed how profoundly submissive she was. A natural
slave, the psychologist noted. She'd be worth following.
Dinner was the same as breakfast, only this time, the water tubes contained milk and
there was a tiny piece of pork fat in each bowl. The girls, immune to anything but the
aching in their bellies by now, devoured their meals in record time. Most assumed
incorrectly that they'd be permitted to rest now, but their evening chores awaited.
The next nine hours found toe learning to spit-shine the boots of the center cadre. She
was not, however, permitted to use saliva. Instead, she was forced to repeatedly
masturbate while kneeling on the hard ground, then use her vaginal secretions to
moisten the boots, eventually bringing them to a mirror polish. Her allotment that night
was six pair of boots; unfortunately for her, she was able to only complete half her task.
Her Trainer, disgusted, dragged her back to her kennel. She would, he told her, be
punished the next day. As uncomfortable as it was, toe quickly fell asleep on the cold
concrete floor, exhaustion overcoming the worry over her impending punishment.
