Dark Erotic Fiction

Castleman Trust Chapter 47 — Slave Rescue Society

August 27, 2001

His name was Neville Champion and he was livid. His sister had just been converted by a person of personal contact and sold to Hill”s Fine Meats. The one thing that saved Elizabeth Martha Champion”s life was the Hill”s policy on meat–unless delivered already dead, Hill”s would sell very young slaves to Defensive Enslavement Volunteers. If they were 18, they were adult and would be spitted or butchered or sent live on-site to be roasted while still screaming. Martha was in shock when I collected her from Hill”s. She had just seen three of her classmates run through with the stainless steel spitting rod on the Jessica automatic long-pig spitting machine. The event had been recorded and her sleazy ex-boyfriend Carl Manning had pocketed the video. Carl did object to not seeing Martha”s death, but he was told that Martha was going to be the guest of honor at the Bar BQ Ranch in Cougar County. The money was good.
I paid $2500 for Martha and accessed her records. I was reading them when this angry man invaded my sanctum.

“I”m Peter Foster,” I said, rising from my chair with a Taser held behind my back, “and who are you?”

“You”re naked!” he yelled.

“Happy to meet you, Mr. Naked,” I said obtusely. “What is it you wanted? I”m rather busy at the moment.”

“Where is my sister?”

“I can”t help you. There is no Ms. Naked here–or did she go by another name? I have Smith and Jones and Johnson and Johnston and even a Jonsen–”

“You slavers think you can get away with just anything! Well, you”re wrong! Now I want to see my sister!”

“Mr. Naked-”

“The name is Champion. My sister Martha was purchased by you just three hours ago. Carl said that if I hurried I could talk you out of sending her to the Bar BQ Ranch.”

“Unfortunate name. That ranch was named after twin brothers, Bartholomew and Quincy. The “bar” was supposed to be a “bear,” but literacy wasn”t universal in the 1890″s. Their totem was the bear and they were proud of their Indian heritage. They settled in Cougar County, but never married. When the last brother died–”

“I don”t want to hear some fairy tale about Native Americans! I want to buy my sister out of slavery.”

“What about your wife Victoria and your secretary Rachel? Would you care to purchase them as well?”

I walked around my desk and walked around Neville. His wife had filled me in — founder of the Oklahoma Abolitionist Party, successful investor, rich kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth–until both parents died in Europe during the Troubles. Europe! They had just finished dealing with Communism and with the IRA, now there were all those little independence movements to deal with. What they needed was their own White Slave Act–it would chop away the support base for those independence movements in no time. I kept the Taser out of sight as I led Neville downstairs. Lana was in the dungeon while Dawn finished up on grooming Rachel. When Neville saw that wife Victoria was naked and wearing chains, he roared and rushed over. Montana got in his way and was back-handed–but I had a momentarily stationary target and the Taser probes both found their marks. When the pulsing shocks stopped, Lana pushed a jet injector against Neville”s bare forearm and administered tranquilizers. Lana gave him three doses–which worried me.

“He”ll be okay,” Lana assured me. “He”s an athlete and it took three doses to get him under control.”

“Can you hear me?” I asked. “Neville, your women are safe. I”ll let Victoria explain things. Normally I have new slaves spend their first week in a cage until I think I can trust them to behave themselves, to not do something stupid. I”m putting you, your sister, your wife and Rachel in one room.”

Neville soon was sleeping. Victoria told him what had happened to sister Martha. Neville”s sister was called Martha because Neville”s mother was Elizabeth Lucille. Rachel was at the edge of tears and was alternately blushing and covering her breasts and crotch. Victoria was occupied with her ex-husband. Summer brought in Martha–the sister had retreated mentally. No wonder. Watching a woman die on a spitting machine is fun only for deviants. Summer and I had planned to bring Martha back using the same tools used to save Carla Connor–expressing unconditional love. Neville could help, if we could get past his vanity.

“I can”t believe that you talked me into being a slave,” Rachel said.

“You don”t have permission to masturbate and I specifically remember telling you that you are not permitted to cover up,” I replied. “Now do you believe? All you need to do is ask and I will permit you to stimulate yourself–”

“Bastard!” Rachel put her hand over her mouth. “It slipped out! Please - ”

“I can take that a whole lot of different ways,” I said. “I forgive you. Can you forgive yourself? Anyway, the focus is on these two. Neville needs to know that you are safe. Tell him why you became a DEV slave. Martha escaped from an unbearable reality–that someone she trusted used her and then sold her as meat. That Carl wasn”t just another bum. All three of those women who were spitted this morning were relatives of members of the Oklahoma Abolitionist Party. They didn”t even register to vote, yet! Could have, but didn”t. Does that suggest something to you? It does to me–but I”ve been trained to suspect dark plots under every bed, in every closet, in every cupboard and drawer. Thank you for letting me convert you, Rachel. As soon as Neville recovers from being drugged and as soon as he calms down, I will conduct the slave marriage between the three of you.”

“Yes, that was the main reason,” Rachel said. “I want to have his children. Queenie said that I was welcome in their bed any time.”

“Queenie? Would that be Victoria?”

“Yes. I was named after Queen Victoria.”

“Elizabeth was a queen,” I observed. “Two families naming their children after royalty?”

“Different royalty,” Martha said. “I was named after Mommy and she was named after two movie stars.”

“You”re back,” I said. “It”s okay here. Slaves are human beings.”

“Peter Castleman?” Martha asked. “How do I address you?”

“In private, Peter is fine. By the way, I”m Peter Foster. Uma Castleman was my slave when she was murdered.”

Slaves can be murdered–but the crime is against the owner and not against the slave. A woman named Norma Proctor had killed four people–a free woman, two slaves and an unborn child. At Ms. Proctor”s sentencing, the judge told her that the horrifically brutal nature of the crime was enough for him to press for the death penalty on the murder of two good slaves who were only obeying the legal orders of their owners. The crime wasn”t against the two slaves–the crime was a capital offense against property. It might have been that Uma”s murderers would have gotten the death penalty as well, but they all died at the scene. I might have even killed them. I explained all that to Martha.

“Master,” she said, eyes glazing, “may I ask a favor?”

“Yes.”

“Unless I”ve done something truly terrible, may I be whipped next time you need to punish me? Have pity on me, Master Peter. Whip me instead of lecturing me. Please?”

Martha was going to be okay. I was called upstairs again–more visitors from the Oklahoma Abolitionist Party. There were two of them. Susan was telling them that if they weren”t nice to her master–me–she and the other slaves would not like it.

“You do think that we slaves are human,” Jane was with Susan and was speaking. “He is our master and my husband. He will marry my sister when she comes of age, too. We”re Castleman Trust slaves.”

“What do I owe the pleasure of your company, gentlemen?” I asked.

“You”re naked!” one exclaimed. The other just smiled.

“My house, my rules,” I explained. “I was expecting some bereaved parents. I”m glad that I don”t see them. I had enough grief with Martha losing her friends.”

“Can we see Martha?” the smile said. “Just to make sure that she is alright? I heard that Victoria and Rachel are here too.”

“Yes, they are. Martha is fragile at the moment. When Doctor Prince clears Martha for visitors, okay. Her brother is with her and they won”t be disturbed for now. I can get Victoria up here for a moment, but I need her and Rachel to help with the patients. Neville almost lost his sister today.”

“What do you mean, “almost?” Is she still a slave?”

“Yes, sir, and she will remain a slave for at least ten years, or if she does something warranting immediate manumission. I”ll have someone explain the standard DEV contract to you.”

“Ten years is a long time.”

“Sir, how long do you plan to live? DEV slaves have a good forty or fifty years ahead of them. What part of almost died did you not understand? Three women did die because they were vulnerable to being enslaved and snuffed. Martha has a second chance at life and she will be with me 10 to 25 years. DEV slaves are slaves, but I”m taking care of their future. When they leave DEV as free women, I want them to be too valuable to enslave. They will have money, education, job skills, experience and DEV will make sure that they leave with a good job and a place to live. I”ve got a girls school that will produce the world”s best free women–but I plan for those girls to enter a shorter daughter program that enslaves them from age 18 to age 25. Laws are made by committees and WSA 2000 fills several functions.” I almost said “several fantasies,” but caught myself. “Sorry for the sermon, gentlemen. In the future, most women will be slaves for part of their lives. You seek to end slavery. How do you plan to do that? Democracy is the tyranny of the majority. We have a representative democracy. WSA 2000 was imposed by Congress as a tax measure and was signed by President Carson. You saw what happened to Hellen Eastman-Carson? If it happened to her, no woman is safe. What are you doing to protect your women from bad slavery? I”ve warned you–today”s girls will be tomorrow”s slaves. Most of the girls Susan”s age will become slaves during the next ten years. I”ve seen projections that half will be converted before their 21st birthday–that would make it 2008. Do you see the implications? Let me spell it out–legal voting age in federal elections is 18. Women currently outnumber men by 20%, but in the last election women cast only 40% of the vote. Politically, women are marginalized. They will be enslaved because they don”t exercise their power. You can do far more to free women if you give organizations such as DEV time to train and educate the next generation of voters. Otherwise, I want to stay out of politics. Too many of the people I love have been killed. I lost my mother, Uma Castleman, Juanita and my son–”

Things are tough all over, I was told. I was using my victim power to establish credibility. Next I jumped into the number of lives that I had saved through DEV. My latest save was Martha Champion.

“Yes,” a slurred voice said from behind me. “I”m really flying high now, but I want to know what you are going to do with my sister, mister.”

Neville was naked, too. So were Summer (aka Doctor Prince) and the three new DEV slaves, Victoria, Rachel and Martha.

“You look much better, Martha,” I said. “You were saved because I have a contract with Hill”s–when the live meat isn”t old enough to vote, I buy her. Unfortunately for the others, they were of voting age. You got careless, all four of you. I have a recommendation, but you won”t like it. It is too late for Martha because now that she”s proven deficient in judgment I have the excuse I need to educate her. She”s my slave until either I am forced to manumit her by contract or until she proves to me that I won”t be sentencing her to death by manumission. If I released her today, Carl Manning could immediately re-enslave her. Read the law. Martha has had vaginal intercourse with Carl three times or more in the last 30 days. He had enough proof to enslave her. He could still have that proof and re-enslave her the next time he sees her–unless she is my property. ”

“Are you going to keep her naked all of the time?”

“Sir, I think that naked is proper for a civilized society. We aren”t in a civilized society but Martha will be kept naked unless there are health or safety issues. She is a slave. She brought it on herself. I intend to give her the opportunity to become a valuable member of society by using her status as a slave to force her into things like studying hard, developing self-discipline–”

“What if she wants to marry and have kids?” from the dower man. Smiles just nodded.

“Martha, other than Carl, is there anyone you care enough about to want to spend the rest of your life with?” Martha just goggled at me. My next question provoked a response. “Who would you trust to manage your enslavement? If you had the choice, who do you want to be your owner? It is a trick question–I may require my slave to bear her owner”s children. I would only give up part ownership because that way I have legal leverage to make sure that you are well-treated and that you will finish the education program. I won”t free you if you can”t support yourself. If you have to be a slave, I will keep you–at least partially.”

“Him,” Martha pointed at her brother. “If I have the choice, I want to be Master Neville”s slave.”

“Martha,” Rachel said, “tell him the rest of it.”

“I want to be a slave wife with Queenie and Rachel,” Martha said. “I accept that I”m your property and that I have no say in the matter. I expect to be used by my owners–I expect both you and Master Neville to use me in every way. After what happened to my friends, I”ll take any love I can get.”

“Martha, you barely know the man,” Smiles said. “You were wrong about Carl.”

“Sir, we were all wrong about Carl. He netted more than $2000 for the four of us today. I thought I was going to die. I wished that I would die quickly when the other three died. It was horrible.” I was beaten to Martha”s side by five women. Poor Neville sank to the floor–Montana and I managed to keep his head from hitting the hard tile. I wanted to make up for Neville backhanding Montana. Meanwhile, Martha was making noises about helping her brother. When that was sorted out, Martha continued. “I don”t trust any men right now other than my brother Neville. He has always been there for me, my white knight in shining armor. There are two good things that will come out of this. I”ve always had the hots for Neville and now it is okay to act on my feelings–if Master Neville will have me.”

“That is one of the evils of slavery,” Dower snarled. “It promotes incest and breaks up families.”

“Non-sequitur,” I said, “It is very hard to have sex long-distance. If they break up, the families cannot play together. When they play together, they aren”t broken up. You can”t have it both ways.”

“It is unnatural!”

“Are we even using the same language? I suppose Carl Manning is your hero because three of the four women he enslaved today are dead,” I snarled back at Dower. “Plus, Carl did leave Martha to die as well. This is the price I”m exacting for saving her life–she will be educated and enter a career. If she wants to marry a man and the man is willing, I”ll accommodate her. Merely being alive is not enough. Life has to be worth living. Okay, her choice of men doesn”t meet with your approval. It doesn’t have to — she is DEV property. Go out and save some other woman from certain death!

“I propose that instead of attacking the victim you abolitionist do something productive. I”ve been rescuing slaves doomed to become meat since the Alternate Meat Source Inspection Act became law. How many lives have you saved? I”ve done it legally, and I make sure that those slaves stay saved. It isn”t easy, I”ve been at it less than six months, but that is several months more than the victims had before. I admit I didn”t save everybody. I don”t have the resources. I have implanted several free children with RFID tags and if any of those children grow up to be slaves, Hill”s has agreed to let me purchase them instead of letting them be processed. The original reason was to recover lost or kidnapped children and I”ve already saved a few of those, too. What have you done other than moan and complain? If you want to keep women free, educate the dumb broads! I recommend having them converted for the last two years of high school and for their college careers, and perhaps a year or two longer, so that they cannot be enslaved by someone who will mistreat them.”

“What about all those women we see on the snuff and torture channel?” Dower glowered.

“Pay TV? You have to pay for that–and your tax dollars support pro-slavery policies, not to mention where the rental fees go. Why are abolitionists watching snuff and torture shows?” Dower averted his gaze–Smile just beamed. ” Those are a small percentage of slaves. Most slave owners are husbands or mothers or fathers. They own about half of all slaves right now. There are educational incentives for enslaving daughters and it cuts out enslavement by magistrate or by boy friend. She also can”t volunteer to be enslaved–such as the new credit card scams, employment contracts and the like. In Oklahoma, a girl too young to vote can volunteer for enslavement. That is both good and bad–my other wife Heather would have been enslaved by her mother and spit-roasted if she couldn”t have volunteered for conversion. On the other hand, signing the wrong documents is fatal. No, the snuff bunnies and spit muffins are the minority. More common are the labor slaves. The worst-treated slaves aren”t the snuff and torture slaves, oddly enough. Look at agricultural slaves and those work slaves in the primary energy industries. Imagine sending a young girl into a nuclear reactor until she succumbs to radiation poisoning. Cheaper than a robot, easy to replace. If you are careful to prevent contamination, you can recoup your losses by selling slightly pre-cooked meat. Women have been declared to be surplus. How many do you want to save?”

“Slave rescue service,” Neville sang. He was really high. “Saving slaves since 2001. Save the slaves.”

“That”s the general idea. Unless your organization is generating atrocities, save what you can. Send your tame slavers to county auctions. Unfortunately, you can”t save everyone.” I hung my head. “I should know. Some of my slaves have been killed despite my best efforts. Several died while covering the news. Some died when another slave murdered them or when they committed suicide. I have had to kill more than a dozen. I can save only a handful of slaves myself. Even with help I can”t save everyone. I not only save their lives, but I give them a life worth living. Think about it. Invite me to your meeting. Better yet, I”ll send Heather.”

“Send me where, my master, husband and reason for living?” Heather and Carla were wearing only collars. Indoors there was little reason to wear shoes. “What do you want me to do?”

“These two gentlemen are from the Oklahoma Abolitionist Party. They came over to snarl at me for keeping Martha Champion a slave.”

“A new student?” Carla asked. Carla introduced herself as my school principal and explained how she had been rescued. “Rod Selfless is still on trial. He has admitted that even without the White Slave Act he was planning to murder me and take over my school. Master Peter saved my life because three of my teachers and staff were his slaves. I was critically injured and he nursed me back to health.”

I left the Oklahoma Abolitionist Party delegation behind and took Neville and his family to their private room.

“Dinner will be served. Do you prefer to dine here or meet more of my family at dinner?” I asked as the three maneuvered Neville into bed. Neville began snoring. “Oh, yes, Martha has my permission. And the rest of you have not been denied permission.”

“What do you mean?” Rachel asked.

“We”ll take care of it,” Queenie closed the door behind me. I guess that meant sending up a dinner tray.

Montana, Jane and Heather were waiting for me. We ducked into a room for a nooner. I wanted to make up to Montana for getting slapped–reward her for not removing Neville’s head from his shoulders.

“I understood, Master,” Montana writhed beneath me. “Oh, Master!”