2304 Enslaved

Part Three.

They left me alone, lying on the dirt, in the town whore's cell at the Court House, watching as my former friends picked over what had been my possessions which had been stacked in my cell for anyone to take, a cell with a roof and one wall under the corner of the upper floor of the Courthouse, hemmed in with bars yet with a doorway to the street.

Next to my cell were the slave cells where any slave convicted of crime or considered useless and awaiting cullment would be held, but  they were hardly ever used.

Martha LaMont came as the women squabbled over my treasures, she checked the places I had been so brutally marked with the hot branding Irons and then she did my hair, weaving it into a single ponytail weaving the frayed ends of an old rope into it and looped the rope around a hook to tie me up, finally she stitched my collar into place, Her husband John had previously pulled the temporary wire fastenings out when she struggled, and when she finished she kissed me and wished  well.

The men kept away as their women sorted through my things first the elegant white free women and then the slaves and only when all my things were gone and the women had dispersed did the men come.

Mercer Tailor had been my first when he branded me and he was the first at the Court House, I spread myself for him and he landed a great gob of spit to lubricate me and he just fucked right on in to me like I as nothing at all, then Stephen Mann, Jessica's husband, and Hugh McGrath, then the slaves, big, fit, fragrant, urgent, queueing outside, blending one into another, my mind floated detached above the crudity of my predicament, the pain of my brands, and the joyful thrill from my loins, my clit leaping with joy at every thrust, sad at each withdrawal ecstatic at each insertion, and soon morning came.

Ronald McLoud, a great Bull of a man allowed me to drink from my trough before he took me and fed me tid bits of broken bread as he thrust into me, laughing as he did so.

They let me sleep, slaves worked from dawn to dusk, but a frustrated slave is an inefficient slave so they sent them to me, I dozed in the shade eyes closed legs wide, the ejaculate of many oozing from me, I felt sick, nauseous, and I did not understand, I had left the security of life as Tom Chambers' personal slave because I felt nauseated, but I knew I was useful, at last, they did not need my services as teacher or preacher and I could not work in the fields so I would be the best whore ever.

They tired of me gradually, Chester Perkins, I remember his huge purple helmeted penis as he chose to use my mouth, was it three days or three weeks, I did not remember, it was horrible, I nearly choked as the hot sticky goo slid down my poor parched throat, and then before he was finished another penis was sliding within my soaking Vagina, his touch exciting my poor overwrought Clitoris once more.

They became bored with my sex, but my anus was a new challenge, at first they forced things up my backside because they claimed my vagina had become loose and sloppy and an anal insertion tightened it up, but soon the smaller ones, Raphael Potomac I think was the first, a small wiry man of around thirty, with a prick like a pipe cleaner according to his friends was the first to penetrate me there, then they found they could do me in pairs, and on rest days a crowd formed, watching, as the men formed up one in front with my arms and legs wrapped around him and one behind spearing into my anus.

I lost track of time, Martha would sometimes speak of the world I once knew, how much or how little time families had together, eighteen years, it seemed cruel, children of four seeing their mothers culled, because their eldest sister had reached eighteen and could take over their care, cullment was supposed to be sixty, after a life driving automobiles and flying in aeroplanes, a life of air conditioned luxury not the life they now had, most walking everywhere, sweating in summer, freezing in winter, while slaves now enjoyed the same electricity as Caucasians as the population contracted.

Shambling old men of eighty signed off as useful while beautiful young women and men of twenty five were ruthlessly culled

I never saw a Hallal but pretty often there would be a private cullment and menfolk would queue up to use me, especially husbands, who lost their wives.

The men were pitiable, the quotas only allowed twenty five years, some got diminution for crimes and misdemeanours, others like Tom who had been a grade A student throughout so his High school credits and Land Management diploma had just about guaranteed a cullment of forty by the time he was twenty and with his success since in improving yields he could live to sixty, even eighty, but the young less gifted guys struggled.

We had a physician, he checked everyone, even slaves, every three months, and whores every week, for disease, and against the cullment lists. we pretty much kept ourselves apart but he checked every stranger and everyone who had been away for disease as they came back to town.

Most diseases had been eradicated but Hepatitis meant the Cullment man had to torture the full list of contacts from the diseased person and cull them within one calender day and seal their body in quicklime.

The weed got some of them, it grew along the old railroad route, it tasted real good and played tricks with the mind so plenty of young guys tried it, and then their school grades dropped, it never worried the slaves, they just seemed happier more relaxed, but the consequences were serious for the white guys, there was no safety net once the treadmills were de commissioned and their little used generators sent north, it was graduate or die.

This summer Alexis DuPre and Karl Wineberger had been competing for the final trades man's course, the prize two years deferred cullment,  Alexis twenty four, hardworking, short overweight, pretty stupid, facing imminent cullment, against Karl, nineteen, with two counts of three years diminution for abusing slaves after drinking illicit Alcohol, also due for cullement.

I heard Sheriff LaMont say "Hell if the assault course don't sort 'em it's down to potency."

The feeling of dread flowed through me as neither pulled a clear margin over the other, school room, or slave-craft down at the facility, nor even on the assault course, up ropes over the Court House, under the platform and then up the flag pole in the Town Square to stand on the top button, if either could do it.  The Town Square was pretty full as the word got around, two guys competing for their lives.

They both failed that last wobbling sickening lunge to stand on the top of the pole, they reckoned fifteen men had gotten there of which ten died getting down, the area all round was hard rock paving so a slip could mean death.

"I make that Nine Eighty to Karl, and Nine Forty to Alexis." I heard  John LaMont shout, "I guess we better get the whore."

I remembered talk of how Mina sorted a pair of guys before, she chose, The Town Whore chose who was the best lover and he lived. How could I live with myself if I did the same, suddenly I longed for my old life, life as a slave I could bear but not life and death decisions, My respect for Sheriff Lamont and his wisdom increased, what a dilemma, to chose who lived and who died..

They had put a white wedding dress on Mina and she had been laid on a mattress on the raised platform in the Town Square the other side of the Court House, away from my cell, and folk had watched as the two guys had pleasured her taking turns and then after a while one ran out of fluids, they said he could not get hard and she had smiled at him and said.

"I guess you came second."  They said he swore and screamed, but his daddy hit him with an upper cut and said "You shamed the family."

They came with the Wedding dress, it felt real odd being dressed, even though the thin silk showed me as clear as if I was naked, and they took me to the square.

All the people who had been my friends were there, watching, their contempt for me subdued as they saw the vision of loveliness was a sham, my feet and legs filthy, hair matted, the bite marks clear on my neck and breasts, I was so far from my old prim self I just squatted down to answer a call of nature right there before them, "Lou" someone shouted and I remembered who I once was and suddenly I did not need to go anymore.

I tried not to think of the responsibility I carried, but then I saw Mr Longthorn, the cullment man, he was an awful travesty of a man, lazy, fat unpleasant, and all he did was run the cullment parlour, he was about fifty, a strange anomaly I thought, why did we need a cullment professional when we did not have a doctor for the slaves.

He came over to me, "Now Whore, you fuck them boys good now d'you hear, I want to get the loser culled so I can get my supper."

"You are supposed to test the equipment." I told him as I swept the thin white covering from my crotch, "Do you want to test it? do you?  look how wet and slippery she is, waiting for a big strong man like you," I continued  "I always wanted you, the man who wields the Hallal knife, what's it like to kill Mr Longthorn, tell me as you fuck me, you have to test the equipment."

His beady eyes lit up, he had always wanted to show what a fine fucker he was, the quart of illicit alcohol he just drunk was messing with his brain as I took his hand and guided him up to the platform, I got his trousers down and pulled him down on me in a smooth well rehearsed motion.

"Oh you're so big." I lied

"For Christs sake Lou." Johm Lamont shouted but Martha silenced him.

"She's going to fuck him to death," John, "Look."

His wiry little prick flopped uselessly round my stretched vagina as he fucked into me, I kissed his filthy diseased mouth and lied about the way I felt, his heart was pounding and sweat flowed from his stinking unwashed body then all too soon he spurted into me and lay still.

My plan was in tatters as I rolled him off of me, but then I straddled his face lowering my sex over his mouth, "Do me with your tongue." I ordered," Take me to heaven again" as I smothered his face with my cunt."Yes, Oh Yes, Yes." I squealed in theatrical hysteria as I ground my spunk filled pussy against his nose and lips and then as his struggles grew weaker I choked him with my sweet golden piss, His mouth was open, his nose crushed and I just let that flow go right on in, filling his mouth blocking his windpipe, and I was holding his weakened body so firm he could do nothing, no escape, no shouts no breathing,just piss bubbling as he gulped it into his lungs as my crotch filled his mind as he writhed, apparently in ecstacy as he died.

I collapsed over him, and only when I was sure his heart was no longer beating, I asked "Where are the Guys."

"Henry!" some woman screamed.  "Henry"  She was old and worn, she rushed up to Longthorn, "Is he all right?" she asked.

"Ecstatic!" I told her, but his head lolled sideways and the piss spilled out.

"He's dead!" Sheriff LaMont announced, "Shit we ain't got no cullment man."

"Hell Sheriff, Alexis done cullment for his diploma."  Karl Wineberger told him.

"That right Al" Sheriff LaMont asked.

"Yes Sir,"

"Looks like you come second then Al, lucky I can offer you a vacancy as Cullment operative, hell you even got the ugly po face and fat belly you need for the job."

"I should say thank you, but I guess it's Miss Louisa I should thank." ALexis said as he took my filthy hand and kissed it.

"First off cull that useless bitch." John LaMont ordered,  as he pointed at Edith Longthorn "She ran out of credits ages ago."

I stepped down from that platform to a standing ovation, something I could never have dreamed of if I had lived my life as I intended.  I had killed a man and saved a man, it seemed monstrous.

I returned to my cell ad discarded the dress, customers queued and I let them do as they pleased as my mind floated and mused these weighty things as my body thrilled to the constant attention of the men.

I had suddenly become popular again, over the next few days I was seldom alone, but I became aware that men were queueing and then they brought the chair.

One stood against the wall, he lifted me and lowered me on to his penis, then number two pushed up my anus, then the third stood on the chair to the side and I was able to suck him as well,  I saw my old friends watching, their mock disgust hiding envy, it seemed so unfair.

I became less submissive, making them wait if I wanted to use my toilet hole, and complaining if the men were not exciting enough, and then the seasons changed becoming cooler, sometimes I shivered myself to sleep, dreaming of Tom and his warm bed,

I felt insects living in my hair, how many months had it been since I had washed it, washed at all in fact,  I felt that I was getting positively fat, I felt disgusting yet still the men came, and they brought me presents food, exotic juices, and my old friends would stop and gossip, them dressed to the neck, me naked and often we chatted as some man fucked at me, I became inured then dissatisfied.

I doodled figures in the dirt with my fingers and decided things were not right, I needed to change things but men just fucked me and women had no time for matters of law and politics

One morning when it was all quiet, perhaps four in the morning, I woke and decided to take a walk, my hair rope was not attached to anything but after all that time walking felt strange my skin had healed but to take several steps in succession with no one to guide me felt most odd.

I walked slowly, down towards my old home, the gates had a fresh coat of paint but I stood stock still in amazement when I saw the house, it was gone. A new structure was being built in its place, I had never seen a new place being built before, but why on the site of my house?

I wandered on down the familiar road in confusion, down towards his house, Tom Chamber's house.

I remembered his kisses from my time as his personal whore as I gazed at his house, at his bedroom, it seemed so long ago that he brought me there I walked on beyond his house to the bridge over the steam, or was it a river.

I imagined when four automobiles could travel abreast across the bridge before the foundations spread and dropped three of its four girders into the water, and as the rising sun sparkled off the tiny ripples I decided it was a good time to die.

I  walked down the girder into the cool water and as it reached my chest I reached out to swim away, as I had seen other slaves do, but I sank, immediately to the soft mud that lined the bottom and my attempts to get back to the surface were hopeless.

I gulped for air but the mouthful of water drove me deeper, my lungs were agony and then my brain, a terrible pain in my brain, I began hallucinating, I thought had been scalped, I coughed up water and dragged in air. "Oh no you don't." I heard a familiar voice saying. and I realised Tom was holding me up with the rope matted into my hair,  "Sit on that girder and wash yourself, you are not coming in my house like that."

"Why, what, um. are you here?" I asked.

"I might ask you the same." Tom replied.

He rested a hand on my stomach. "Has it kicked yet?"

I held my head in my hands. "Oh, I it was a nice morning, what that? kicked?"

"You can't face having my baby, is that it, well sorry missy your fun's over."

Suddenly the nausea and everything made perfect sense, I was carrying his baby.

He carried me to the workshop and laid me down, and threw rag at me to dry myself then he  pliers and files and took away my rings and taking his knife he cut away my matted hair.

Finally he sat me on a chair and cut the stitches on my collar.

"Its over." he slid the embroidered sleeve from the collar. "Do you understand, over."

"Yes Tom"

He slapped me. " Say, Yes Master," he said, "now you try."

"Yes Master."

He slapped me again. across the other cheek.

"Ouch that's not fair."

He grinned, "You are a hopeless slave, total slut but hopeless slave."

"It was horrible" I said.

"John told me all about it they heard your wailing two blocks away at times."

I blushed, and he continued " but what have you been drawing in the mud, figures, sums?"

"What, every man in town had used me and you want to know about my sums."

"Yes." he said.

"Its about energy usage, the proportions are wrong now that we no longer have automobiles, or fly or have air conditioning."

"Yes" he said I noticed he was soaking wet as he peeled off his trousers and shirt.

I explained the hypothesis and he sat on the workbench by me.

"Turn to the right." he ordered. "And move closer." suddenly I was facing him his knees outside my shoulders and he gently eased my head forwards.

His penis smelled good and tasted even better, I made love to it cajoling the cream to spill down my throat, it was like drinking nectar.

I licked my lips, "Ummm"

"You didn't listen to a word I said," he accused.

"Sorry"

"John LaMont has made enquiries, and we got you a chance to petition the senate for a change in cullment, it means a cut of fifty per cent in allowable energy usage but a doubling of pre cullment years is the quid pro quo."

"Why me?"

"Because you are the teacher who became Town Whore to survive."

"And"

"Because you love me."

"And"

"I love you."

John took me inside the house and left me there, he went off out into the morning mists to return later with Martha LaMont.

"Stitch that collar on good," he ordered and she set to work, "And wash the bitch"  he stalked off.

"What" I said uncertain of what he wanted.

"Hush Louisa." Martha cautioned, "Hush." she waited until Toom was out of earshot.

"He has been in a bad way Louisa," Martha said, "Tom could not bear to see you the way you were, but he was often around, checking up on you."

"I know."  I admitted.

Martha told me Tom had lost patience with me, I was his  slave and I needed to learn obedience.

Tom returned an hour or so later Martha was being really rough with me scrubbing me all over she had clipped my wrist cuffs to my collar and I could do nothing to stop her.

He stood there, watching. "Mina was only too pleased to return to the Court House," he told me, so now you do exactly what I say."

"I suppose so." I said.

He turned to Martha and thanked her, asked her to leave us, and took me inside the house, it was like before except he told me to start cleaning the place, somehow it seemed more demeaning that being used by men, I felt somehow different, lonely, it was strange being alone, I found little to clean downstairs and so I went upstairs, looking around the familiar scene, except the clothes Tom had saved for me were no longer there, nothing.  It was somehow a shock  but in the back room I found my sewing box, and in boxes I found my books.

He made me cook his meal, I made enough for two but he tipped the extra away and made me watch him eat, then he let me eat bread and water.

He showed me a corner of the kitchen and told me to put the lights out and sleep on the floor there, it was cold and lonely. I dozed fitfully but after a while I could stand it no longer and went upstairs, "What kept you?" he asked putting his book down and throwing the bedclothes back.

I climbed in and he held me in his arms and fell asleep. and before I knew it was bright daylight and he was standing by the bed, "You are a hopeless slave, it really is time to face that fact," he insisted, so get up and read the Confederation rules on slavery and the slave exchange regulations, and I want a written report by tonight."

I checked the regulations, Whites could be slaves in the north, those who failed inteligensia examinations, were regraded, and Southern state slaves could be taken north and brought back again, except we did not have the same regulation in the south, failed intelligensia were slaves in the north, our free people retained their cullment dates even in the Confederation, and their Intelligensia, retained theirs in the south, Anyone who failed to pass an intelligensia test, my mind swam.

I ate some dinner, it was against regulations but I made myself some and sat and ate, then it hit me, anyone who failed an intelligensia test was regraded as a slave in the north with an equivalence to a southern slave, so if anyone in the south failed an intelligensia test they could be regraded as a slave under the equivalence rules.

I wrote it down.  It bothered me.

Tom came home, I sat waiting at his table, and showed him my work.

"I guess I was right" he said, "I figured that was the case, John LaMont said to get you to do it."

"What is this about?" I asked

"Cullment Quotas, Eliza Roberts is down for Cullment, her eldest Veronica is coming up eighteen."he paused, "and she can look after her sister when she is eighteen and "I stopped him mid sentence.

"Oh Thomas, no, you can't turn her into a slave."

"No, but her sister is only four, its fourteen years of her mothers life, is life as a whore really so bad?"

"Thomas!"

"Its only until we get the quotas renegotiated."

To Be Continued.