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Part 1
In a land three hundred years in the future where fossil fuel has been exhausted and the Green Revolutionary Army has smashed every Nuclear installation leaving the population unable to maintain their great cities or even feed themselves, where satellites are a memory and planes and automobiles almost extinct, where no steel or aluminum is produced or rubber, where in the Northern Confederation teams of operatives work treadmills to provide power when the photocells lack sunlight and the population is managed to match dwindling resources, and in the Southern States the Slavery laws see the Slaves toiling for up to eighty years in the fields while the Free Citizens are ruthlessly culled as young as twenty five if they do not earn sufficient credits to match the Quota...
Louisa's Tale part One.
I was working at my needlecraft when the messenger arrived.
"Miss VanGelder, Sheriff LaMont he say can you come please miss." Henry the ancient negro messenger requested.
I asked "Why Henry, what is it concerning?" and he looked troubled.
"I don't rightly know miss but he said get right along straight away, and he wants you to come right along."
He looked tired, "Have some wine" I suggested.
"No, Miss, us Slaves ain't allowed no alcohol as you rightly know miss."
"It will me that gets into trouble Henry. have some." He seemed reluctant but I poured him a glass and he drank it with relish.
"I hope you will remember me in the fall," I told him, " I'm due for C in July, I'll look down on you I hope," I paused "I guess there won't be much chance of me getting a plum spot on Gods right hand but I stayed chaste and pure so I guess I might stand a chance of getting in." I joked, but he looked sad C, cullment, death it was all the same thing.
I saw a tear in his eye. "It ain't fair miss, you done such good, teaching us Slaves reading and writing, it's so tough they decided to scrub religious leader cullment credits."
"Its God's will Henry, we can't change it, what will be, will be."
"But why miss?"
"Quota's Henry, remember, when the 94th President reintroduced slavery?"
"No, I never heard of it."
"Well, when the great disaster came, and all the folks were dying, they set up cullment, so the useful folks lived and the useless died."
"Yes Miss?"
"Well, the idea was that doctors and scientists lived and the bankers and politicians and unemployed manual workers were culled, but Senator Obama suggested they bring back slavery, at least in the southern states, that way blacks consumed a tiny fraction of the energy of whites, and they could survive outside in the pollution so any Negroes or anyone not pure bred Caucasian who could not escape to Africa could become slaves with a hundred year cullment credits, as long as they got their owner to sign they was still useful."
"So whites had twenty five years and credits for breeding and attainment and quotas and a lot depends on the Confederation, how many credits they allow," I continued, " you do know we send food, and energy north, because in the Confederation they don't have segregated slavery, white folk can be slaves but their cullment age is much lower than ours they have white slaves," Henry looked like he thought I was joking, "Henry they even have white whores, yes white whores Henry, think of that," I saw a smile cross Henry's face before being quickly stifled.
I thought with disgust of Mina our Negro town whore who they kept at the Court House, who spent her days lewdly enticing men to debauchery and sin, sitting with her sex organ on show, sometimes spread with her fingers and her titty mounds, even face and hair splattered with the ejaculations of me who used her, she even showed her sex to me and hummed hymn tunes as I passed, what use could such a person be to me? I could never understand why she chose her life of debauchery over a life of honest toil in the fields or as a house slave,
"I set out to be a slave teacher, Henry, then they said no more slave schools, then I wanted to be a doctor and the quota was down, so they said cull the doctors, let the sick die if they can't work, and if first aid won't fix em up, you remember Henry." He nodded. "Then I wanted to study religion." I had to stop the words choked me.
I wiped my eyes and continued. "So I wanted to be a Preacher, bring god to everyone, then they said the role could be done by anyone, the credits were withdrawn."
He looked at me.
"You speak real fine when you lead our prayers Miss."
"But I know in my heart any simple honest man like you, could do every bit as well, Henry, I am useless, and it is right I should be culled."
"Why'd you never breed Miss"
"I wanted to do something with my life teach, heal people, preach religion, and to preach religion I had to be a virgin, it seemed more important than bringing children into the world.
"I got ten or more." he said
"Yes but they face full lives, forty years,"
"Ha forty, I'm eighty three miss"
My legs buckled and I grabbed the chair.
"I never realised." I said,
"Tom Chambers he never married, I thought you and he would be together?"
"So did he, but my mom said I was not pretty enough to keep him and I wanted to do religion." I remembered Tom's attention, right from school, he was near a year older, September against July, and we were in the same year group our teacher Miss Rawlings.
How we cried when they closed the school and she had to be culled.
I remembered little Tom's kisses, and the play fights, then he grew a snake and our fights became real, he pawed me relentlessly seeking the swellings on my chest, and the softness between my legs, and finally My father told his father to keep him away after he ripped at my clothes pawing at me as I tried desperately to keep my knees tightly together to save my maidenhood, and I had succeeded, sending him away bleeding.
I often prayed for reassurance that I had followed Gods will that night, but I was never sure.
"Yes, but Miss we best see the Sheriff." Henry intoned bringing me back to reality.
We walked together to the Court House, the Sheriff was checking some papers in his office, when I knocked his open door and walked in.
Plans of my house and land holding were spread on his desk and a pile of blank chattel record forms stood on his chair .
"Hello Lou, come on in." he greeted me.
"What is it Sheriff." I asked. "Dividing up my worldly goods before I am dead?"
"No Lou, read this, it came from Salt Lake, I'm sorry." Sheriff LaMont said quietly.
He handed me a long roll of paper, several feet long, I had never dreamed anyone would waste so much paper on a Document.
"Your family tree," he told me, "Top left."
"What Antonia LaForge,?" I asked,
"No Winston Church - Hill."
"Oh yes, so what does it mean?"
"Lou I'm so sorry, but you're part Negro."
"No, it can't be." my legs wobbled and I pulled out a chair and sat down heavily.
"Sorry Lou, but that is it. your great grandmother's grandfather was a Negro."
"Why do you say that?"
"The name, no one calls a white boy Winston." he suggested.
I nodded, confused and shocked.
"So, what does it mean?"
"That you ain't white, of course."
"But, how was I to know, Granddaddy and Daddy they were part Negro too, they never said, how was I to know?"
"Lou, it's up to you to know, you know the law, do you accept that you're guilty?
"Oh, Lord. I guess I must be." I admitted.
"I suppose you know what this means?"
I nodded.
"I don't think you do," he suggested "You had better read the regulations, I'll lock you in a cell while you read them through. It sounds like you intend to plead no contest so I have to lock you up in a slave cell. I'm sorry."
He held out his hand and led me to the ground floor, the cell door opened from the foyer but the cell was open to the street, all the side street side of the building was slave cells, the upper floors carried on pillars and the cells just bars to the sides and front so everyone could see right in, the corner one was adapted with an outside door for the town whore to live and work in. I saw Mina, our present whore plying her trade in her cell.
I remembered how Mina broke an ankle after our slave doctor was culled, I was one who of several people who tried to set it for her but she found work in the fields too painful, so she became town whore for a while, but she seemed content and showed no sign of wanting to return to work in the fields.
I stood in the cell and tried to read, I knew much of it by heart but I read.
1) A person of other than pure Caucasian descent shall be designated as a Slave,
2) A slave (i) may not own property.
(ii) Must have a registered owner, who must ensure
a) The name and address of said owner must be detailed on a collar to be worn around the slaves neck at all times.
b) Nose and Nipple rings or other such suitable securing points must be provided.
c) A twenty pound weight attached to a leg Iron or other suitable provision for restraint and prevention of escape must be provided
3) A Slave
(i) Must obey all commands of the Lawful owner or his designated representative.
(ii)Must follow the state or town dress code.
(iii) Slaves must seek written permission to conjoin with anyone other than the Owner or his designated representative, This shall be attached to the aforesaid slaves collar and such permission shall cover all other persons.
(note)(iv) The Owner may of his own volition give such permission and this shall be attached to the ownership collar. The owner may revoke any such permission at any time.
My heart sank, I had only a few weeks to cullment and I would spend them as a slave,
I skimmed through the details of the green sheet, "Impersonation"
A crime punishable by immediate forfeiture of possessions and if the Slave will not reveal it's ownership then resale at auction at a town meeting. The sum to be held in trust and paid to the lawful owner if ownership can be proved.
A reasonable number of lashes should be administered and the Slave branded if the Skin Colour is below number 12 on the approved list.
Branding shall be the letter R on the right breast and L on the left breast in letters not less than three inches high. If deemed necessary the word slave or whore as applicable shall be branded above the eyes and nose.
I saw Mina, "What you looking at?" she shouted as she walked towards me.
"Hello Mina" I said.
"You're the preacher who tried to teach us things."
"Yes," I said.
"So what you done,?"
"I got Negro blood" I said and a tear formed in my eye."
"Oh my, Oh my, the way you look at me when I am working, now perhaps you'll do my job, and I can work the fields, make friends all that shit."
My mouth must have flopped open.
"Yeah you get a big penis in there, Taylour Perkins his is biggest." she said happily, "Look trick is to keep yourself damp, fingers, but of cold cum, anything so they slips right on in and gets it done."
My tears were flowing freely.
"You got tit rings?" she asked.
I shook my head,
"I got tit and clit, old LaMont chains me up on this long chain or seals the weights to my rings, and Lady you don't hurry with them on, tear your insides out or tits off if you try."
I stared at her clit ring nestling among the stubble of her lower belly and the navel ring and labia rings, and nipple rings, "Get them flaps ringed" she said, "Makes em easy to pull apart, and let the big ones in." she demonstrated and I could see deep inside her, I felt strangely damp myself.
"He lets me wear this skirt, but thats all, I guess he'll keep you naked" She added helpfully.
Naked, I looked down, My blouse buttoned from neck to waist, my jacket in blue green, my long skirt reaching to the ground, my pantaloons from waist to my boot tops over stockings and suspenders, corset, brassiere and panties, I could not face the world without these yet I was to be forced to strip naked and remain naked in public.
Sheriff LaMont brought me to the lavatory beside the Council Chamber tand asked me to clean the lavatory floor, I almost refused but when I saw it was sparkling clean I realised why, as a Negro I would not be allowed to use the whites only facility, I would have to use the hole in the yard that was provided for slaves, this way I could use the facilities and save some dignity. The reality of slavery was coming home to me as I pulled up my underwear for the last time possibly, and I pondered my future as I walked back into the Council Chamber.
Sheriff LaMont sat me by the prisoner dock, "I ought to cuff you really but," he said with a wink" I forgot."
Six o'clock approached and the folks started filing in, the news had travelled fast and folks who never came to a town meeting ever in their lives came for this meeting. At ten past six when most everyone had found a seat, the Sheriff opened proceedings, Apologies, Minutes of the last meeting then Quotas, he outlined the position, Cullment, he read my statutory 30 days notice, fhen he read out my provisional inventory, everything I owned, listed for division when I died, the last of my line, no next of kin, so everything sold and taken by the lawmakers far away.
I wondered about my old oil paintings, from England five or six hundred years old, perhaps the paintings would go to the Confederation up in Niagra, where they had power to spare and wealth, they even had lights on poles to light up the streets, in Niagra City powered by the amazing three hundred year old turbine generator and dam.
The agenda items dragged, the six Councilmen in no hurry, wandering off into pointless anecdotes, then the door creaked and a familiar face appeared, Tom.
"Councilman Chambers where have you been."
"Sorry, my slave went lame I had to carry." he paused, "It delayed me."
"Then sit down" the Sheriff ordered
"Right, Impersonation, I have it on impeccable authority that Miss Van Gelders great great Grand pappy was a Negro."
The shocked silence seem strangely theatrical. "Winston, he was called Winston. see it says so here."
He passed the long roll of paper around the table, the Councilmen all nodded, they muttered among themselves, "All in favour" asked the Sheriff, all their hands went up. "That's settled then"
Sheriff LaMont stood up and started to intone loudly "By the power invested in my by the United States of the South I call upon all here present to declare any opposition to this Council decision that Louisa VanGelder is a Negro and a slave." he paused.
"Speak now or forever keep silent." He paused, half a minute passed, a minute, "Then Miss VanGelder, we find you are a Negro."
I burst into tears, someone shouted hooray, but he was quickly silenced.
"I therefore go on to the appeal, If there be anyone who should wish to appeal this judgement speak now."
I stood to protest but someone rabbit punched me and I fell back into the seat.
"Then that is finalised, so it merely falls to auction the slave."
"Not so fast John, there is the question of Impersonation," Councilman Oates reminded him.
"She is guilty of course."
"No she has to be asked John. hell she's still Impersonating a white right now, sit in a white seat not stood at the back, and in white clothes.
The Sheriff stood and spoke to me, "Do you admit Impersonation?"
"I never knew until today." I explained.
"But you seen the evidence?"
"Yes"
"And"
"It looks like I got Negro blood, so yes I admit it, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Then come up to the table, I guess we best rename you Lou, and your new masters name."
I nodded and I shakily made my way to the area between the Council men's tables, in their U shape.
"If you would undress please, Lou" the Sheriff asked.
"Hell tell her Strip, she's a slave now." ordered Leeman Jones.
"Hell Martha, "John LaMont addressed his wife as she recorded the proceedings in the minute book, "Give the poor girl a hand would you."
Martha rose from her chair and came up to me, "It has to be done."
She took my bonnet from me, removing the hat pin to release it.
She helped to lift my jacket from my shoulders, then she undid my cuff buttons, and started to undo the buttons at the neck of my blouse.
"Hey Mrs MaGuire shouted, "That should be sold, I see you eyeing that jacket Martha LaMont."
"How much am I bid then Norma" asked the Sheriff.
"Twenty,
"Martha," he asked.
"Thirty."
"Norma"
"Let her have it, but I want that blouse." replied Norma Maguire.
Martha placed the Jacket on her own chair, then she began once again to unbutton my blouse, I sat still, staring at the floor, just raising my arms to allow her to slip the garment from me, leaving me sitting in my corset and brassiere.
"Ten," someone offered and Norma glanced at her husband and admitted defeat.
Martha undid my belt and had me stand so she could slip my long skirt off, my long pink bloomers must have looked ridiculous, but someone offered ten for the skirt, I hoped they would not mind that I had darned the back, then my bloomers, she undid the drawstring and slid them down, showing my stockings, Two bidders simultaneously bid "Two" and as Martha had me remove my boots so she could remove the bloomers they were bid up to five.
Martha untied the ribbons from my white silk stockings and slid the stockings down and off my feet before holding them aloft, the repairs to the feet were all too obvious, but the bidding was becoming bawdy, male voices, Ten, Fifteen, Twenty, How about we have one each? Go on then Ten each."
"Gentlemen please," Sheriff LaMont insisted, It is one lot, Mister Lomax, it's with you, any more..... No." Bang. He banged the table with his little wooden hammer."Sold." my suspender belt, with the hideously expensive elasticated sides and silk ribbons, was removed next, and quickly sold for Forty, then Martha undid my Brassiere, although what use it could be to anyone else I could not imagine, it took ages to adjust the leather straps just right and I had carefully sewn the straps into position, removing the adjusters as elastic seemed too extravagant so I had always used the strapped type.
The men were bidding, I barely noticed my nipples had hardened with the cool air, I knew this was my future I had to bear it, the item sold among much hilarity, then they were selling my boots, black leather worn but highly polished with slightly raise heels, they had been my mother's.
The tears came, selling mother's things was more than I could bear.
I sat looking at the floor, wearing only my tiny white silk knickers, just two triangles of silk joined by two pieces of red ribbon tied at the sides.
"What about the pants? said Maxwell Howe "I bid two, for em"
"Leave the poor girl some dignity," suggested Jackson Oates but her knew John LaMont had to accept the bid,
"Three, Four, Ten, Fifteen, Fifty the bidding rose, Tom Chambers briefly joining in but shook his head, at Fifty plus.
"Fifty Five, Sixty if I can take em off of her," bid Spencer Lomax and Sheriff LaMont banged down the Hammer.
Martha carefully undid the ribbons and had me rise up so she could pull the garment clear, I sat again, now completely naked, staring at the ground but I saw with horror the front silken triangle was wet with my moisture, wet and transparent, thankfully the rear remained pristine and clean or my shame would have been complete.
Spencer came swaggering over and Martha handed me the panties, "He said sixty if he took em off of you." she explained.
"I meant pull em off." he said.
"But you said take," Sheriff LaMont reminded him to the crowds amusement.
"Right, now stand up Lou, turn around," said the Sheriff.
"Stand up dear, you don't want John to whip you, do you?"
I somehow managed to stand.
"One recovered slave, answers to the name Lou, what an I bid? will anyone start me at Two Hundred."
"Five Hundred," Tom Chambers shouted and Sheriff LaMont dropped his little hammer in surprise.
"Sorry," he said, picking the hammer up again, "now any advance."
"Point of order" Martha interjected.
"Shut up woman you can't have points of order," the Sheriff ordered but Leeman Jones had other ideas.
"John, the hammer went down, she is sold sir, point of order, she is sold." he asserted.
"I dropped the hammer," said LaMont.
"Yes sir when the hammer goes down it denotes a sale." reaffirmed Councilman Jones.
LaMont nodded, "In that case do you have the money Tom?"
"I have the statutory ten per cent deposit sir."
"In that case you can collect her when you bring the balance, which leaves the chastisement,
will you do it?"
He shook his head, "I don't want her beat up bad, would you do the honours Sheriff, I have a mind for her to do repairs and alterations to Ladies clothing, she done some mighty neat patching on them old things of her ma's what we just done sold.
"I wanted her for the whorehouse," moaned a voice from the back, and a great laugh went up.
"Six and Six with a six inch belt," suggested the Sheriff, "any other ideas."
"Fifty" a voice from the back.
"Look, I'll have you up for contempt if you make any more cracks, Six and Six, agreed?"
"Aye" the murmur rose and then Sheriff Lamont was coming over, undoing his six inch wide belt.
Martha pulled out the chair, the whipping chair, she sat on it to do her records of the meeting but now she lifted her seat with the cushion and revealed the hole.
I stood and he guided me down, down till my hands were through the small hand holes and my head was through the main hole and below the seat with my midriff painfully bent over the tall chair back, then the seat slid back trapping my neck and hands as the holes constricted, LaMont tapped the insides of my knees and I spread my legs slightly.
I realised my sexual organs and even my bottom must be plainly displayed I hoped I would not disgrace myself, and steeled myself for the blow.
Nothing had prepared me for that first blow, play fights with Tom were my last taste of violent contact, and that was years ago, but suddenly my back was on fire, torn open even from left shoulder to right buttock.
"Aaaaeeeeee" I screamed then the second blow from right shoulder to left buttock drove the breath from me completely, my tears flowed, as I struggled for breath.
"Uh," a fourth blow landed, then another and a sixth, then the pause.
John LaMont took off his jacket and had a drink, no more than six blows at a time were allowed to ensure the "Whipper" did not get tired and fail to deliver proper blows.
I had barely recovered when he started again, Whack, Whack, I was sure all the skin was flailed from my back "Eleven , Twelve" the crowd shouted and then "One for luck"
It came from directly behind, up between my legs, grazing both thighs and hitting me from lower belly to my bottom, the pain was unbearable, I screamed and realised had wet myself.
My shame was complete.
Martha released me, and she fixed my leather collar, sliding the needle with the thick thread easily through the predrilled holes, making a permanent job. She did wrist cuffs as well, wide leather cuffs each with a shiny metal loop, sewn into place, she finally clipped my cuffs to my collar so my hands were almost over my ears.
"Tom, what rings do you want." John LaMont asked as he watched Martha's handiwork with pride. "Nose and Tits?"
"Tits and Clit, oh and Labia," he announced.
My Labia, like Mina's, to be ringed so I could hold it open, and Clit, I was nor even sure where my Clitoris was.
"Up on the table then, Lou." John LaMont muttered as he lifted me gently onto the table, "best lose the fuzz," he continued.
I saw someone had bought a ladle full of something hot and as John lay sacking on my belly so the Jacob Hunstanton, a slave, began to paint the hot stuff from the ladle onto the sacking.
It was wax, they covered all he area of my belly and between my legs and when the wax had solidified the two of them ripped the sacking from me. I thought my skin had come off, I passed out.
Someone was stroking my nipples when I came round, watching, waiting, and someone was playing with my sex, they were waiting, stalking my clit, I tried to stop myself being aroused, I tried so hard, and I know God in heaven knows there was not a single thing I could do but suddenly she was interested, aroused, sneaking from her hood, looking for something, my clitoris, the devils instrument, mother called her and I had tried so hard to suppress her with complete success, cold baths and early mornings serving to keep her demands in check, but seemingly my humiliation had inspired her.
The trap was set, unseen by me as I drowsed she grew to her full length, poking from her hood and then suddenly "Twang" the piercing machine had impaled her, I screamed, my poor tortured scream echoed around the room, and once more I fainted swapping the pain of reality for the safety of the land of dreams.
I woke as they impaled my nipples the gold bar brutally forced through and curled round to make a ring, ready for soldering, and then to my horror I found my Labia had been ringed, both sides, in Gold.
"No playing now, Mister Oates will solder your rings then you can rest in your cell." Sheriff LaMont ordered and I saw Mr Oates with his small blow lamp approaching. He used heat shields and heat sinks so the pain was almost bearable, but I was firmly ringed.
"Branding tomorrow." Tom whispered, "Don't worry." and then he attached a long leash and I was being led through the crowd, and own to the cell, the crowd parted for John and squeezed for me, hands grabbed and groped at me, my secret places, places no man had ever seen let alone touched were displayed and explored, I felt shame but also pride that so many wished to be intimate, I had not even kissed a man. if you discount childhood play kisses with Tom. yet fingers were pulling my labia and nipples and agonisingly irritating my clitoris, I felt I needed something to soothe my agony, and that something it seemed to me was a man, yet I needed to stay chaste until cullment, less than a month, could my resolve hold?
Sheriff LaMont led me to the cell, again open to the street, just bars not weather protection, Bread broken into chunks and a trough of water waited for me, and just a dirt floor with a hole in one corner, and there I spent my first night as a slave.
I woke from my dream, I dreamed I had been sold into slavery, and within seconds I realised it was no dream, I had indeed become a slave.
Miss Louisa VanGelder
Tom Chambers
Sheriff John Lamont
Martha LaMont
Confederation in Niagra,
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