Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 13:20:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 14

A Middle Class Slave Revisited
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)

Chapter 14: Life in a coffle.


That evening after dinner Master and I talked about
the day's events and I asked Master "Why did he
presume that no one else would know how to look after
slaves in the same manner he does?"

He replied, " From my experience Steve across many
states, not many share my outlook on slaves. There are
lots of people in the north who want nothing to do
with slavery but it is hard to find many people who
follow the middle road that I have tried to traverse.
Slavery is the law and I use what is legal to make my
living very successfully".

"Now take how Calhoun treated his slaves, he was
better than a lot of slave owners. His slaves were all
healthy and well nourished. He did this to protect his
investment but personally he was indifferent to the
slaves he owned, they were not treated as humans but
as animals and items of property" Master said.

Master went on to say that he needed to change the
basics of Cal's attitude to slaves. Slavery was a fact
and necessity of life these days wether you agreed
with it or not. However whilst a person is still a
slave they can also still have some human dignity.
This was what Master wanted to instil in Mr McAlister
and his son Alex.

As for Masters son Alex, it was also a `right of
passage'. Master told me that he found it very common
that the son rebels against the parent's ideals and
morals. In this case Master could not risk such
rebellion. He needed to protect his slaves as he did
not want to have them sold to other owners once he was
gone, who would again treat them like animals.

So as much for the sake of his slaves as anything, his
son Alex was going to learn a harsh lesson about
slavery over the next year. Master said that at the
end of that year he hoped that Alex would appreciate
all the consequences of the decisions he would make as
President of Premium Foods as far as they affected the
slaves he employed.

Master allowed me to sleep with Josh on my last night
before returning to Green Bay Farms. A day is a long
time to be separated from your lover, a whole year,
that's an eternity. Josh was full of encouragement for
me to go through with the challenges of the next year.
Unfortunately he would not be allowed visiting rights
as Master said that would raise problems with the
other slaves in the coffle and with the guards and
cause too many suspicions.

My sex with Josh that night was very poignant, we both
were trying to look for the positives but the loss of
your soul mate and partner for a whole year is a cruel
blow. Especially so for Josh as he was free. I was a
slave and through my experiences with Matt I had
suffered separation before, at least this time I knew
we stood a good chance of meeting back up.

In the back of my mind was the question, would the
fire and passion still be there after we were apart
for so long?

The next morning I was ordered to strip naked by Mr
Woods and then taken out and bundled into a slave
delivery van in the same cage as an equally naked Cal
for the trip back to Green Bay Farms. I hadn't been
totally naked in public for quite a while and I could
feel my face blushing. I looked just like a freeman
again. Master had allowed my body hairs to all grow
back. There was a tinge of grey appearing on my
temples and the odd grey hair on my chest. It was a
shock when I saw these grow back grey. I was getting
old!

As we waited in the van, Master and Mr Woods escorted
another man dressed in a polo shirt, slacks and
leather shoes to the van and placed him in the cage
next to Cal and myself. I guessed this was Masters son
Alex but I also knew I had to pretend to know nothing.
That was my strict instructions from Master.

I tried to make conversation with Alex and Cal asking
their names and why they were being enslaved, but both
were very sullen and extremely nervous looking, almost
spooked. When I shook Cal who was in the larger cage
with me to try to get some form of response from him
he replied, "Fuck off slave".

Well that did it, I was trying to be nice to my former
master but if he had an attitude like that then who
cared, so I said, "Look who's talking, in case you
haven't noticed you are a slave too" I laughed at him
then and then without thinking spat on him. He
attacked me but with little success. I may have lost
some of my strength but he was an easy conquest.

As the truck moved along the excitement of the
struggle aroused me, especially as this was my former
master. I don't know why but at that moment I found
myself with a primeval urge to sexually dominate. I
want, no I need to be the pack leader.

I forced myself on Cal and took my pleasure up his
arse. He verbally abused me, screamed and tried to
fight me off but I was an expert at this. I had
conquered hundreds of men, most much stronger than
Cal.

In my moment of sexual triumph I glanced over at Alex
in the adjoining cage. He had turned as white as a
sheet and the look of sheer terror in his face and
eyes said it all. I tried to smile at him in that very
moment of my sexual triumph as I ejaculated into Cal's
arse.

Alex moved as far away from me as possible, against
the far wall of his cage and looked with horror as I
cried out "Oh yes ... oh yeah....".

I heard him mutter "Animal".

Instantly I blushed and started to loose my erection.
With great shame a thought singed into my
consciousness that he was right.

Slaves are treated as animals and thus you get animal
like behaviour from them. What else could you expect?

Well I realised then that I expected better of myself
than that sort of behaviour. I had let my emotions and
my lust take control. All too quickly I had enjoyed
myself at the expense of a fellow human being, yes a
human, not a slave, not an animal!

I sat back in the cage trying to apologise to Cal and
just hoped that in time both Alex and Cal would come
to see another side of me and realise that I was
actually not a sexual predator but their caring
protector.

The truck finally arrived at Green Bay Farm. I could
see the driver get out and go over and talk to a
guard. The guard signed the delivery papers and then
the driver unlocked the cages.

"Out and make it snappy" the guard yelled from behind
the driver. Two more guards stood a short distance
away just in case of trouble.

The first guard looked again at the paperwork and with
a scoff muttered with derision `Indentured slaves!"

We were walked across the big sandy yard into the
processing shed.

The senior guard then addressed the three of us `Right
listen up slaves. "The fact that you are twelve month
indenturee's, not life slaves means nothing whilst
you're enslaved. You will behave like all other slaves
and you will be treated like all other slaves.
Normally we would brand you with the Masters logo but
we have a new Master and he has ordered that all new
slaves be tattooed as he feels that is more humane.
You three guys are even luckier. Being only
twelve-month indenturee's you won't even be tattooed.
You will wear special bracelets that distinguish you
as indentured slaves".

Alex much to his utter humiliation and embarrassment
was ordered to strip off before we were fitted with
special green plastic coated metal bracelets that had
our new slave number and twelve month indenture expiry
date engraved on a panel that sat centred on the band.

It was whilst I was being fitted with my bracelet that
Aaron Neil walked in accompanied by two more guards.

I recognised both these guards from my previous time
as a slave here at Green Bay. Aaron ignored me and so
did the two guards who immediately stopped dead in
their tracks with looks of amazement on their faces
before recovering their composure and going straight
over to the naked Cal who was standing to the side
wearing his newly fitted bracelet.

`Well look who we have here" one of the two new guards
said.

The senior guard who was attending to me stopped
fitting my bracelet and replied "Who?"

"This here indentured slave was our former boss Mr
Calhoun McAlister. Nearly made my job redundant and
put my family under a lot of pressure due to his poor
financial skills did this here slave. Serves him right
to find himself enslaved. Just reward I say".

"I'm sorry George I tried my ....." Cal replied.

The guard slapped Cal's face. "Never speak to a master
unless you're asked a question boy and never call a
master anything other than master or boss, do you
understand?'

`Yes ..... but master I was only trying to apologise"
Cal said.

The guard snatched a prod off his belt, flicked it on
and reached over to Cal's torso and placed it against
his right nipple. A single shot was all it took to
have Cal begging for mercy in a weepy falsetto voice.

"Let that be a lesson to you boy. You're a slave now
so you need to learn your place real quick" the guard
said.

I glanced over at Alex and he looked like he was about
to cry. It was all too much for his refined northerner
upbringing.

Neither of the two old guards recognised me. I guess I
had aged quite a bit since I was first here as a
twenty two year old. Aaron also showed no signs of
recognising me until once when walking past me he
quickly winked whilst no one was watching.

My new boss Aaron Neill inspected the three of us
slaves. He seemed to pause and take longer feeling my
balls and cock than the other two slaves, a get back I
guessed for all those inspections I had performed back
at the slave training facility.

Boss Neill told us slaves that we were lucky. Green
Bay Farms was under new management and improvements in
line with the owner's wishers were in the planning
stages. Over the next months we were to get in the
slave quarters, showers and bunk beds. He then left
instructions with the original three guards to place
us in a coffle with slaves selected from the shipment
of new slaves due that afternoon.

We were lead back across the big, sandy yard. The
guard hurried us on and led Cal, Alex and I quickly
back into the large barn-like structure on the other
side of the yard. That was the slave's barracks. For
me this was an all to familiar building

Inside we went along the wide concrete path down the
centre of the building. Aligned on both sides were the
cells with solid walls separating each cell from the
one next to it? The front was composed of bars from
floor to
ceiling, with a door made of the same bars set into
it. They looked the same as I remembered the cells to
be, the floor covered in straw. The new bunk beds were
yet to arrive though when they did they left little
spare room. The bunk beds were tiered four high and
two sets backed against the rear wall one set against
each side wall and one butted against each other in
the centre. There was only `squeeze' room left.

The guard stopped, opened up one of the enclosures and
ordered us in. The door was locked and we waited till
the rest of our new coffle arrived later that
afternoon.

Alex sat down against the back wall looking totally
miserable. Cal went over to the left wall and so I
went to the right. Both the other guys just stared
down at the floor and straw in front of them.

No one said anything for a long while but eventually I
felt compelled to speak.

"Guys, especially you (I looked at Cal) I want to
apologise. Look I didn't get off to a good start with
you guys in the van bringing us here but I'm sorry,
really sorry for that. (I looked at Alex) You called
me an animal and yeah the way I got carried away I was
acting like an animal. It's what slavery does to you,
it dehumanises you. It can turn you into an animal, a
piece of property, rather than a man!"

"I wont let myself do that again, I am ashamed of
myself, I let my anger at you (looking at Cal) for
telling me to `fuck off' boil over. Please forgive me,
we have to learn to support each other not hate each
other otherwise we wont get through the next twelve
months" I said.

"I'm Steve White, and what's your names?" I asked.

There was deathly silence.

"Come on guys please forgive me' I pleaded after an
excruciating period of total silence.

Nothing .................

I bowed my head and thought to myself `Great work
Steve you really have blown this' when .....

"I'm Alex" came a voice meekly from the back wall.

Then ... "Hi Alex, I'm Cal" came a reply from the
opposite wall.

Well they were not exactly talking to me but it was a
start.

Alex and Cal eventually got into a conversation. I
just listened. Cal told Alex openly about his brother
and Green Bay Farm and his life. He didn't mention the
promise made by Master after he served his time. Alex
was far more circumspect in his tale of life. He had
borrowed from Mr Booth had suffered some financial
setbacks and instead of slavery he had chosen like Cal
to serve off his debt as an indentured slave to
Master.

After a long time the conversation died down then Alex
turned to me and asked `Well if we are going to be
such close companions for the next twelve months you
better tell us about yourself".

I told a lie of course. My story sounded very similar
to Alex's but they both bought it. Master was right
too. Cal did not remember me at all. Admittedly it was
a long time ago but I still remembered my nights with
Cal and Billy-Joe, he did not, at least not then.

Late that afternoon the guards began bringing other
guys into the cell. They all looked shattered by the
experience they had all just gone through.

Unlike the three of us these guys were new life
slaves. They had just been stripped and freshly
tattooed. Their minds were very much in a state of
shock.

I took the initiative and showed them over to the
water spigot that was coming out from the side wall
near the front grills, at about head height. I showed
them how to use it; it was one of the water spigots
with the demand valve that was turned on when you
tongued it once you had your mouth clamped over it.

As the guys continued to be bought in none of them
spoke very much. They lay, leaned, or stood around as
best they could once the room started to fill up.
During my first stay at Green bay Farms the coffles
had been made up of twenty slaves. This time round it
was the same. Later the reason became clear that this
was the maximum number of beds that could be fitted
into a cell.

Some of the guys were whimpering quietly to
themselves, others screamed and shouted with rage and
frustration, yet others were chafing and fretting
about their loss of freedom whilst others just stared
with blank eyes into nothingness. All of them plus Cal
and Alex looked a picture of misery as they clustered
there together in our cell.

It was a central tenet of former President G.W.
Shelley's policies that once you were enslaved, it was
permanent unless you were indentured. There was no
appeal, no shortening of the sentence by parole
boards, no nothing: once you had been enslaved you
stayed a slave for the rest of your life. President
Shelley had justified this by saying that to act as a
real deterrent, everyone had to know that it was a
permanent sentence.

I had suffered the impact of this policy. I knew just
how mind destroying slavery could be in a coffle. No
hope, just never ending tedious mind sapping work. The
new slaves were quickly realising their lives had
changed forever. I knew the mental terror that they
were all going through at that time but until they
actually got out in the fields in the coffle they had
not yet realised the full extent of how their lives
had changed.

In the late afternoon guards started bringing back to
barracks the active coffles and all the new slaves in
our cell watched with interest but with fear and
apprehension in their eyes as the coffles were
unchained and locked in their cells for the night.

Slave chow was bought round and ladled out into
plastic bowls. I needed to crap after eating and in
one corner of the cell there was the usual crap hole.
I got disgusted looks from many of the new slaves but
I knew they would soon have to get over their
inhibitions.

There was no alternative!

I also knew but could not let on, as it would arouse
suspicion that it was far better to piss and crap in
the hole in the morning before going out to toil in
the fields. I thought to myself that they would soon
learn to be regular with their craps either in the
morning before going out to the fields or the evening
after your return.

Out in the fields, there were no facilities, when you
wanted to piss; you just did it, as you were not
allowed to break the rhythm of the work by stopping.
You just let go as you moved along, digging or
harvesting, or whatever. You could only crap in the
fields at the short break that you were allowed in the
middle of the day. Then you just dug a small hole with
your spade or hoe, squatted over it, did your
business, and then covered it up again.

No way could you crap whilst working, as the whole
coffle would have to stop whilst you squatted down as
there just wasn't that much slack in the wire joining
the coffle together.

If you couldn't be regular, you had no option but to
let it drop as you worked and this I knew from
experience was really gross. Instead of being able to
hold your cheeks apart and squat really low down so
that the turds don't leave a mess on your arse, when
you're walking along in the coffle and have to drop
one it really leaves your ass filthy. There is of
course no way of cleaning yourself, except that, at
the next break, if you are lucky, there might be a few
blades of vegetation at the side of the field that you
could try to use.

I finished my piss and crap and a short time later we
were told to settle down and go to sleep. Mercifully,
thanks to Master Booth there was a really good, thick
layer of straw on the floor. If it had of been that
thick during my previous stay I would have considered
it a real luxury however after spending my last years
back in beds, including many nights in Masters very
luxurious bed I found it hard to get comfortable lying
all alone by myself that night.

Our cell soon settled down but you could hear the
slaves in the numerous other cells enjoying each
other's bodies. It is what slaves do, what all slaves
do! What else is there to do every night except play
with your fellow slaves? Fucking is the only bit of
pleasure you get as a slave, and the only partners to
fuck are your fellow slaves in your coffle

I took the initiative and asked the question, I didn't
want to spend the night lying by myself. "Hey guys
It's really nice to have one or two 'special' buddies.
Anyone here interested in getting to know me better.
As I get to know you, you will get to know me and we
will both get to know what we like and dislike.
Enjoying each other's bodies is the only bit of
pleasure you get as a slave, and the only partners to
pleasure are you fellow slaves in this coffle. Anyone
want to join me tonight?"

There were no takers for a while and then to my total
surprise Cal got up and moved over and lay beside me.

"Don't look so surprised, ok, make it up to me Steve"
was all he said, it was all he needed to say.

The next morning after a breakfast of slave chow we
started work. I knew from experience what would happen
first before we were taken out to the fields

First, we were instructed on slave discipline and
shown the consequences of our misbehaviour

The guards showed us their "goads" pieces of metal
about two feet long with a convenient handle at one
end and explained that they were adapted from devices
used to herd cattle. If the tip of the goad touched
you, you'd have an extremely painful shock, sufficient
to knock you to the floor.

They explained that once we were working in the fields
our overseer would use a whip, strap or tawse to make
sure we were working at the proper pace. But when we
were being moved around the plantation, and were not
wired in a coffle then guards leading us would not
hesitate to goad us if we dared to move out of line,
or tried to disobey them or attack them in any way.

Like my first time around the guards to ensure that we
all understood that they were deadly serious, pulled
one guy out from our coffle (I knew what was coming
and made sure I was in the middle of the group) and
moved him to where we could all see. A guard pushed
his goad onto the slaves right nipple. At once he gave
a great shriek, and then fell to the floor, writhing,
with his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

We were ordered to move out and followed the guards
out of the building; Cal and myself helped support the
poor unfortunate example of goading. We crossed the
open courtyard back into the building where we had
been fitted with our lightweight indentured bracelets.

 I felt a shiver of dread again as I walked back into
this building that held so much pain for me.

We went out through the other side into an area that
was covered by a roof but was otherwise open to the
air. It was still the blacksmith's forge, and there
was a naked slave pumping up and down on a big bellows
to make the charcoal in the hearth glowed white.

My fellow slaves thought they were going to be branded
as well as tattooed but I knew otherwise so I stepped
forward first.

The guards motioned me forwards, and the blacksmith,
obviously a slave as he, like all of us, was also
naked - motioned for me to kneel down by the side of
the giant anvil that was just in front of the hearth.

The blacksmith reached down and positioned me so that
my head was hanging over the pointed end of the anvil,
with my neck resting on it. The blacksmith picked up a
short length of chain from a pile by his side, looped
it around my neck, and then dipped a rag into a bucket
of cold water and slapped that down onto my neck, too.


He then took a red-hot link from the hearth and used
it to join the two ends of the chain together, and I
could see steam arising from the wet cloth that had
obviously been placed there to stop severe burns to my
neck. Even with the wet rag providing some protection
for my neck I could feel the heat of the hot link Four
of five blows of the blacksmith's hammer were all that
were necessary to close the red-hot link together,
joining the chain permanently around my neck.

Finally, the blacksmith splashed a cup of water from
the bucket over the still glowing link to cool it,
pulled the rag away, and told me to get up.

I knew what to expect this time with the weight of the
chain around my neck. It weighed about four pounds. It
was quite tight around my throat so it was not all
that long in length. Each link was extremely thick and
chunky. The guard ran a finger around the inside of
the chain, and pronounced it a good fit.

When we had all had these chain collars fitted, the
guards again lined us up and before they led us off
the senior guard told us.

"These chain collars are used to wire you together in
your coffle when you're working on the plantation. We
thread a wire hawser through one of the links, so you
can move up and down the wire, to a certain extent.
But with the wire then locked to the collar of the
slave at either end of it, it's easy to control you.
You can't escape, unless all 20 of you act together.
And so we only need one overseer to watch all 20 of
you work, and he's only there to ensure you keep up a
proper work rate by encouraging you with his whip."

We were then led us off into another part of the
building, which like my first stay had rows and rows
of leather work boots on racks. In the mornings when
all the coffles were being readied to go out into the
fields you need to go to the rack, take a pair of the
correct size, and put them on.

When we were all booted up, the guard led us out of
the door, to the outside where our new coffle had its
first experience of wiring. The guards threaded this
steel cable through a link in our collars, and clamped
the two ends to the end slaves. There was about three
feet of slack between each slave. It was not awkward
until the coffle was ordered to set off and march
towards the fields.

When you're trying to walk a fast pace as we were,
urged to do by the threats of the overseer the new
slaves who had no experience like I had found it
difficult at first, though they soon got the hang of
having the wire over their shoulders, it was easy to
miss your step and stumble into the slave in front or
behind you as you were so close.

We were taken to a field in the middle of the
plantation. We passed fields with coffles of naked
slaves like us in them. All sorts of activities were
going on digging, weeding, hoeing, and cutting as
order was restored to the run down farm.

It took fifteen minutes to get to "our" field, and
once there we were all issued with shovels, marched to
one end of the field, we told to start digging.

We had to advance in a straight line across the field
breaking up the sods and neatly turning the soil over.
The solitary overseer walked up and down behind us,
and if he thought any slave was slacking, or if the
line ceased to go straight, his tawse cut across our
naked arses and backs to "encourage" us.

Life on a coffle had not changed; there was absolutely
no respite. We worked away under the hot sun, with no
breaks except the short one at midday.

When we were finally marched back towards the complex,
my muscles were aware that they had not done this type
of work for a long time. However I stood up to the day
far better than the rest of the coffle who were so
exhausted from working that all they wanted to do was
sleep.

Even my new buddy Cal was that exhausted he was asleep
before I could encourage any sex out of him. Alex
looked like he was going to die of exhaustion and for
the first few weeks everyone was that tired that I
didn't have to worry about protecting Alex or Cal from
anyone else in the coffle including myself.


End Chapter 14 (Part 23 Continuance of Original)