Christopher Enslaved
for Life at the Age of 22

By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 12
Off and On the Way to Baldwin/Fletcher

Joshua signaled to the bus driver, and we pulled away from the slave processing center almost as soon as we were seated. I was feeling kind of awkward sitting alone next to Christopher after the strapping I had given him, and he just stared out the window in silence. After only a couple of minutes into our journey Joshua's cell phone rang and he answered it. "Hello Arnold. Yes, we just boarded the bus and are starting our way back." After a pause, he continued. "He seems to be holding up. - - I see. - - You want him ready when we arrive? - - Ok, that will be no problem. We'll see you in a bit."

When Joshua got off the phone, he explained, "Licker, the boys are concerned about you, and feel that if you are able to spend some time out in the fields today observing the teams at work it will have a calming effect on you after your hectic day today. So Arnold just told me that he wants you field presentable when we get there. That means we'll have to get all of your clothes off, get you slave-naked, so we can get you oiled, harnessed, and field ready."

He then picked up a large duffle bag from the front of the bus and placed it on the two seats in front of him. "Here Licker, I have some things for you." He unzipped the duffle and took out a blue satchel. "Here is your lifeline packet. It contains all the info you need to get by in your new life. I know it sort of looks like a school boy satchel. But in one important way you are just like a school boy; from now on you have to obey and do just what you're told. Just like a schoolboy. We can keep the satchel in your duffle bag for now. The duffle bag is for your supplies. When you are naked you are to keep your uniform in the duffle. The duffle bag also contains some supplies you will regularly need. You will find in it a toilet kit that includes slave oil, a mixture of mineral oil and sunblock, which all naked field workers must apply to their entire body, including the face and head. The boys insist that all naked field slaves be heavily oiled and glistening. There are also several vials of various slave colognes which are to be applied on the orders of your overseers, as well as various body coloring and painting supplies. You will also find in your duffle bag a kit containing many and varied harness adornments for attachment to your body harness. You are free to decorate your harness however you like on most days.

"Well, you can take your cone cap, uniform and sandals off now and put them in the duffle." Christopher removed the cone hat and let it drop on the floor, but otherwise he didn't move. He stayed hunched in his seat looking out the window. "Come on Licker." Christopher then said quietly, almost to himself, "No". Joshua didn't get processor apprentice-like demanding, but went over to Christopher and gently stood him up and brought him out into the aisle. "Let's get your clothes off right now. It isn't as bad here as in the processing center. Here you are with other Baldwin/Fletcher slaves, your owners' chief overseers, and family and friends." As he talked Joshua reached over and started to unbutton Christopher's shirt.

When it was unbuttoned, Christopher then resignedly removed it, folded it, and placed it in the duffle bag. As he did so the watching Dexter felt a need to remonstrate, "Christopher, you should be ashamed of yourself not doing what Joshua asks. He seems like a real nice guy."

Christopher had had enough of Dexter, and he shouted out, "Shut the fuck up, you loser creep! Why don't you get the hell off this bus, because I don't want to be anywhere near you!"

Joshua put his arm on Christopher's shoulder. The slaves started shaking their heads, in commiseration with Christopher's predicament. Joshua spoke calmly: "Licker, you never talk back to or answer a free man with disrespect. I am sorry, Licker, but such behavior calls for mandatory punishment in the state of California." Joshua then went to the front of the bus behind the driver and opened up a cupboard hanging on the wall that separated the driver from the passengers. He took from it what looked like two red colored cylinders about the size of large soup cans, connected by leather straps. He came back to Christopher and pushed him gently down by the shoulders into the seat ahead of me. A frown of apprehension covered Christopher's face as Joshua sat in the seat next to him and took one of the cylinders and put it over Christopher's left tit. On the back end of the cylinder was a plunger knob, which Joshua pulled out and locked into place. The cylinder had sucked in Christopher's tit and the surrounding folds of tissue and forced them against sharp ridged raised plastic spikes inside the cylinder. The cylinder stayed in place from vacuum pressure. Christopher yelled out in pain. Joshua quickly applied the right tit cylinder and pulled its plunger and locked it. Two broad straps crisscrossing connected the two cylinders. Christopher cried and squirmed, as Joshua gathered and held both of Christopher's arms behind his back.

As Christopher moaned and cried and pleaded, "They hurt, please take them off!" Joshua looked intently into Christopher's suffering face. "I want you to spend a little time in the 'punishment bra' to consider what it means to be a good boy." Christopher struggled and yelped out loud, "Please take em off!"

Holding him firmly in place, Joshua asked, "Licker, I want you to tell me what being a good boy means."

Christopher, crying, answered, "It means doing what I'm told."

"Are you going to start doing what you are told when I remove your bra?" asked Joshua.

"YESS!" Screamed Christopher.

"Will you apologize to Dexter when I remove your bra?"

"I promise. I promise, sir," said Christopher as he wiggled to get free of Joshua's hold.

"OK then. I just want you to sit here and feel the punishment bra a little bit longer." As Joshua said that his eyes went intently to the face of the suffering Christopher. His lips parted slightly, his gaze intensified, as he observed the facial contortions.

Joshua waited, one second, two seconds, perhaps no more than twenty seconds in all, but it seemed like forever. Finally he reached up and pushed a button on each cylinder, which released the plungers. The punishment bra fell off into Joshua's hand. "Now apologize to Dexter."

"I am very sorry, Dexter, really man," said sniffling Christopher as he looked at his sore breasts, rubbing them with both hands.

"That's OK bro. That's why I think this could be a good thing for you. If you can get with the program, I think it will put some structure in your life, dude," advised Dexter. As Dexter said that he looked at Beamer and both of them smiled hugely.

Joshua then put his arm around Licker and said, "I'm really sorry I had to do that, I want you to know that. But you have to behave from now on. Will you promise me that?" Christopher could not answer, but rather just nodded his head up and down, and then he started to cry, sitting on the bus seat, bald and snotty nosed. His crying grew in intensity and soon he was bawling like a baby. Finally he turned toward Joshua and threw his arms around his neck.

After a while, Joshua spoke quietly: "It is really very easy to avoid punishment. Just do what you're told to do, as soon as you are told. My job is to teach you how to do that. I want you to know I care about you, and all of the slaves very much. You can ask them. It pains me, as well as the Baldwin boys, to see any of the slaves punished."

To be continued...

Posted: 04/29/11