Slave Bethany Is Questioned
Monday, May 19 2008
Agent Newhall met me in the parking garage beneath the federal building. Mercy was with me as a legal advisor. Slaves do not have rights. Mercy was there representing DEV to protect the property rights of that trust. Naturally, both Mercy and I were naked except for our collars. Mercy carried a computer case.
“Agent Newhall, I”m from DEV,” Mercy began.
“I know why you are here. Can you both remove your collars? I have replacements.”
“If I may phone our office, I can get them off in a moment,” Mercy was fibbing a bit. DEV officers are slaves, but we generally can remove our own collars. I have very low pain tolerance, but when ordered by one of the DEV trust or a senior slave, I”ll put my own collar on immediately and program punishment without question. The collar can be locked by remote control, but us officers, we “asset slaves” are trusted to do things like that. I don”t even want to consider not obeying! Mercy used her remote and informed the office by text message and unlocked our collars by using her remote. She collected both collars and put them in her bag.” Anything else, sir?”
“I”ll need you to leave your computer in your car, too,” Agent Newhall said. “We are a secure office. No outside electronics.”
“Yes sir. I may need to phone out because my authority to act for DEV is limited.”
“I”ve discussed this with Captain Foster. You are here primarily as a witness for your trust.”
Agent Newhall bade us to remove shoes and jewelry as well. The DEV van had a keypad on the door so we could lock the keys in the glove compartment and still enter the van. The parking structure floor was smooth and clean, thank god! In a few moments Mercy and I were being examined at the security point. There were two more examinations. We ended up in a small room with a table and four chairs. The room had a heavy door and a large mirror on one wall.
“For the record, this is Agent Alexander M. Newhall, badge number 887,” Agent Newhall began. “Witnessing this interview for Defensive Enslavement Volunteers is the trust attorney, Slave Mercy. This interview of Slave Bethany, housemother for Juanita Hall, the DEV slave sorority house at Eastlake University, is part of an investigation into the misconduct of the late Captain Carson V. Ross of the Butlerville Slave Patrol. This interview is being recorded.
“Bethany, tell me what happened on Friday morning from your point of view. Tell me only what you know and how you learned it.”
It took me only a few minutes to relate what I knew (see Slave Bethany Gets Raided). It wasn”t much. Agent Newhall asked me a lot of questions. When he started asking me about the EU Pool Pikes, he had to explain that it was a group of Eastlake University college boys who preyed on stupid coeds. The Pool Pikes would make a list of girls that they wanted to PPC and then they”d stalk the girls and trick them into having sex on camera. With sufficient evidence, the Pool Pikes would take the girl to a white slaver and sell her. The gang had only 17 members—to gain membership a boy had to enslave his girlfriend and let the Pool Pikes sell her. I had met with one of them when all of the EU sorority house presidents and housemothers met last week. His name was Billy and he told me to stay out of his business. Billy slapped me—and the other girls at the meeting made him leave.
“The pike is also known as the freshwater barracuda,” Agent Newhall explained. “This gang has done nothing illegal. Their activities are in line with official slave bureau policy—get sluts and stupid girls into slavery. They have lodged formal complaints that DEV is stealing their slaves.”
There were more questions. Mercy had to answer some of them. The official score for the Pool Pikes was 83 slaves. Another 51 women had sought defensive conversions listing the Pool Pikes as the reason why. Not all of the Pool Pike-inspired protective enslavements went through DEV. The gang was in operation for just a little more than two years.
“Master—”
“The proper form of address is “Agent,” “Agent Newhall corrected me.
“Agent Newhall, if neither of us are doing anything wrong, why the investigation?” I was puzzled.
“Two members of the Butlerville Slave Patrol wound up dead raiding your sorority. Slave patrol members are not law enforcement officers, but Eastlake Municipal PD SWAT did the shooting. We found out that you were raided because a William Harper phoned in a tip that Juanita Hall was a front for the Underground Railroad the night before you were raided. He called every slave patrol within 100 miles. Several recorded the call. Harper used his own cell phone, too.”
“Agent Newhall,” Mercy raised her hand as if she were in class. She waited until after the agent nodded. “That was no crime. Slave patrols are not law enforcers. At best they are private investigators, like bail bondsmen.”
“That”s the rub,” Agent Newhall said. “Mr. Harper didn”t commit any crimes, yet two men died because of him. We can”t even charge him with a crime. My office is investigating the incident because it involved slaves and law enforcement.”
Mercy and I glanced at each other and then we glanced back at Agent Newhall before respectfully returning our gaze to the tabletop. The moments stretched on.
“This is unofficial,” Agent Newhall told us. “This afternoon you two will be at a mandatory assembly with fifty-four free women. They are required to be there. You will convert several of them because they are under a conversion contract. A few have parental conversion documents. The rest—you”ll ask them to volunteer because the Pool Pikes are trying to trap them into slavery. Use the standard contracts. My office cannot endorse one white slaver over another and officially we support the Pool Pikes for their public spirit. Personally, I think that William Harper and those like him are loose cannon. What we are asking you to do is to put yourself on his enemies list. It will put you in danger—but you don”t really have a choice. You are slaves. When you leave here, Captain Foster will order you to attend the assembly and convert as many of those women as possible. It”s finals week at your university—anybody you convert this afternoon will finish out the year naked because of increased security concerns. It used to be that the slave”s owner determined if the slave wore clothes or went naked to school. School dress codes didn”t apply to slaves, though most universities did want slaves to be decently attired so that they wouldn”t disrupt the academic environment.
“We expect the Pool Pikes to try something stupid. Captain Foster will tell you what to do about it,” I caught Agent Newhall”s smile and it made me shiver, “but when the Pool Pikes interfere with the property rights of slave owners, they will have committed crimes and we can do whatever we want to them.”
I met Master Peter for lunch. Juanita Hall had been repaired with remarkable speed. When Master Peter looked at the damage, he laughed. I guess soldiers look at things differently that regular people. Master Peter told me to convert as many women as I could and to warn the rest. He said that there would be more drills at Juanita House and that most of the student slaves would be gone for the summer.
“There will be more danger and I can”t avoid it,” Master Peter kissed my hand. “Be brave—I can”t keep trouble away, but I am free to act when someone violates my property rights.”
Mercy whispered to me that she thought every Pool Pike”s phone was being tap
