Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2006 16:14:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scales of Justice Part 2

Scales of Justice
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)


Part: 2 Enslaved


Judge William Mitchell had been annoyed by the
intrusion on his routine of the tax audit. He knew it
was a fact of life that the Internal Revenue Service
conducted random tax audits on all strata's of the
free community. However they were so under resourced
that he was very unfortunate to have been selected.
Most people went through their whole working life
never having to under go the process.

He had had Mr Bunter and Mr Dubois collate all his tax
receipts for the past seven years and had ensured that
all the accounting books for `Jugobonito' were up to
date.

It was therefore somewhat of a surprise to the Judge
when his law clerk Rodney Ericson received a phone
call at court inviting the Judge to an interview at
the IRS office in downtown Eastbrook to assist with
enquiries.

Judge Mitchell had his law clerk make an appointment
for the following week. He wanted his close friend and
lawyer, Bertram Avery to accompany him and besides he
was deliberately controlling and setting the agenda
not the IRS.

He wanted to ensure they would be left in no doubt who
they were dealing with.

The next week, when Judge Mitchell finally got down to
the IRS office, it appeared they no longer wanted or
needed to ask any more questions. He had had his
chance but in his arrogance and delay he had blown his
opportunity. The senior investigating officer had been
unable to wait till the Judge was available so had
lodged his recommendations with his superiors in the
state capitol. The chain of events had been set in
motion.

An hour after Judge Mitchell had walked into the IRS
office he found himself standing in a holding cell
inside police headquarters in downtown Eastbrook, a
stunned numbness spreading across every cell of his
body. He had just been arrested, fingerprinted, and
charged with 88 counts of tax avoidance.

Earlier at the brief meeting in the IRS office once
the scope of Judge Mitchell's problems had been
revealed, the Judge had stated, "My reputation is more
important to me than anything. I'm quite prepared to
write the IRS a check immediately for the amount of
tax the IRS believes has been miscalculated.

The offer was immediately refused!

The IRS's legal counsel had conceded in private to
Judge Mitchell's lawyer Bertram Avery that ordinarily
with a gentleman of the judges standing, some
arrangement like the judge had offered might in many
cases be accepted, but in this case, the authorities
at state office were emphatic. They had hard evidence
of deliberate tax avoidance accompanied by perceived
criminal behavior, they would get the money back
anyway through a court order with interest, and they
would also make an example in the criminal courts of
Judge Mitchell, to assure the wider free community
that no one was above the law.

The judge was alleged to have committed criminal
activities with his corrupt business dealings with Dan
Fitzpatrick but using the `Capone' principal, it was
easier to convict him on tax avoidance as there was
ample evidence of that, than the criminal activities
which would be much harder to prove.

As the Judge was being escorted to his holding cell in
the police headquarters, word had already been
conveyed to the judges' clerk at the courthouse of the
events that had just transpired.

Rodney Ericson, Judge Mitchell's clerk was soon
contacted by Judge Trevenian now the most senior
County Judge who instructed Rodney to organize for the
court slaves to pack up all of Judge Mitchell's
personal possessions and put them in storage as the
Judge would most likely not be needing them again.

After organizing what Judge Trevenian had instructed
Rodney took himself off to police headquarters to
inform the Judge of his actions and too see for
himself what had happened.

Upon being escorted into the holding cell he marveled
how insecure the usually super confident Judge
Mitchell already looked. "Sir I have come over to
inform you that Judge Trevenian will be in contact
with you later this afternoon after she has cleared
her juvenile court cases. Your personal possessions
are being boxed on the Judges orders and will be
placed in storage, sir," he informed the Judge.

He received a terse grunt of acknowledgement from the
Judge but no further conversation, the Judges mind was
elsewhere.

What the Judge did not know was that it was Rodney
Ericson who had copied the Judges secret accounts from
the micro disk hidden in an old law book that resided
within the antique bookshelf in the Judges Chambers.

Rodney Ericson was the half brother of one of the IRS
junior investigators, Damien Mortlock. A junior
investigator who was now set for a major promotion
following his seemingly amazing detective work to
prove the tax avoidance activities of Judge Mitchell.

Much later that afternoon back in the holding cell
after he had perused the IRS evidence against his
client, Bertram Avery reported his findings on his
friend's predicament.

"Look, William," Bertram Avery said. "I've read the
evidence documents that will be submitted to the court
tomorrow morning. They've got all the evidence on the
slave trading scam that you have undertaken for years
with Dan Fitzpatrick with the assistance of Kim Dean
from the County Legal Office".

"How could they know all this Bert?" a totally
dumbfounded Judge Mitchell whispered out in shock.

"I don't know William, but when they bring your case
into court, you and I will find out I guess. I am
sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but the
IRS have you William. Just like Al Capone back in the
early twentieth century it is sometimes easier to
prosecute for tax evasion than to piece together the
complex web of your corrupt criminal dealings with Dan
Fitzpatrick."

Judge Mitchell still couldn't believe what he had
heard. "You can't be serious Bert; they can't enslave
a person of my rank and standing."

`William, you'll get enslavement for the term of your
natural life plus confiscation of all your assets to
the IRS, I will bet my life on it" Bert Avery replied.

Then Bert Avery gave the Judge a look he reserved for
criminals and is a low deep voice said, "I'd be real
scared if I were you William, your about to experience
the scales of justice from the other side of the
bench."

Judge Mitchell's face turned white, he was getting
scared. He knew the legal system thoroughly. With the
reforms introduced by Ex-President Shelley the legal
process now presumed guilt upon charging until
acquitted. The whole legal process was now very swift
and consumed a minimum of time.

"They want your hide William and for good reason as
far as I can see. You were in a position of trust and
you betrayed that trust. Now you have to pay the price
of that betrayal. I have no sympathy for you William.
You can judge your own intentions William but others
are about to judge your actions. I have always looked
up to you but not anymore. I feel betrayed too! "

Judge Mitchell was looking straight at Burt Avery's
face when he said this. The Judges hand went up to his
eyes and wiped away a tear, the Judge was crying and
on the verge of breaking down completely.

Judge Mitchell felt at that moment like he had entered
another world? A world where everything and everyone
you trusted had turned against you?

"I'm sorry Burt," the judge blubbered. "It's my entire
fault. I take full responsibility. There must be
something I can do to stay out of enslavement". The
Judge already knew from his years of experience that
there was not, but still he asked in desperate hope.

"No William it is too late, soon there will be no
William Mitchell, just a slave with memories of a life
that was, toiling away to satisfy his masters every
need. I fear that the press and the good citizens of
this county, even perhaps the state are going to take
great pleasure in witnessing you publicly humiliated
in this way" Burt Avery replied.

Later that afternoon Judge Trevenian visited Judge
Mitchell in his holding cell and by the time she
departed Judge Mitchell was a Judge no more. The Mayor
had requested his resignation before his conviction to
save some embarrassment for his fellow judges.

Judge Mitchell spent the night in his holding cell all
by himself. Technically speaking the judge was still a
free citizen, so one of the guards provided him with a
sandwich and a coffee rather than the slave chow fed
to slaves. He didn't sleep well drifting off
occasionally into a stupor between thoughts of panic
and fear. Many a free person who was facing
enslavement took their own life rather than face a
life of total submission and service. In the local
area the favored means was to jump off the
Tallahatchie Bridge. Thus the newly charged were
usually held overnight in a cell if their case could
not be brought immediately to court the same day.

In the morning William ate nothing, nervous dyspepsia
taking its toll. The overseer from "Juridique", Mr
Morris Bunter arrived at his cell accompanied by one
of the house slaves and a police guard. Upon his cell
being opened the slave handed his former master
freshly ironed and pressed clothes. A conservative
white shirt, dark suit  and navy blue and red tie.
There were fresh underpants in the kit as well.

"Sorry to hear of your troubles sir. Thought you could
do with a fresh change of clothing for your court
appearance today" Mr Bunter politely stated.

They exchanged a few pleasantries but the conversation
soon died and Mr Bunter soon left with the slave
stating, "See you in court later sir"

William was sure he saw a smirk on the slaves face and
for an instant wanted to wipe that disrespectful smile
off the slaves face before realizing he was no longer
in a position to do so.

Although he'd been in the cell for less than a day
William had already began to grasp that the worst
thing about losing your freedom is that you aren't in
control of anything. Your words no longer carry any
weight and no one considers asking your opinion.

When William Mitchell was brought into the packed
courtroom the local media were prominent in numbers,
as were a bevy of prominent local officials including
the Mayor and William's former fellow Judges from the
County Court who had hastily rescheduled their cases
so they could attend the Federal Court session. The
curious public filled the remaining seating.

The police escorted William over to sit with his legal
counsel Bertram Avery. The prosecution lead by a stony
faced very professionally looking woman in her late
thirties dressed in a smartly cut tailored suit,
flanked by two "assistants", one an older grey haired
man and the other a fresh faced young graduate both of
whom wore expensively cut dark suits with accompanying
expensive silk ties.

Bertram Avery lost nothing to his opponents; he and
William Mitchell like them were both impeccably
dressed.

The court Bailiff soon shouted "All rise", His Honour
Judge Alistair Zwecker presiding as the judge strode
in and took his seat.

For William Mitchell the fact that the scales of
justice had turned really set in at this point. He
felt like someone was squeezing his heart. His breath
was laboured and his body though freshly showered was
sweaty and clammy.

William did not know Alistair Zwecker very well. Judge
Zwecker was a Federal Judge and they had only met
occasionally at professional legal forums. Judge
Zwecker was not a resident of Tallahatchie County so
they never socialised.

The Bailiff read out the charges, then the judge
looked at Mr Avery and asked "How does the prisoner
plead?"

"Mr Mitchell pleads guilty, your honour. He admits to
tax fraud and is willing to make full restitution..."

Judge Zwecker then asked the lady prosecutor to
proceed with her statement for the court.

The prosecutor then made a damming summation of
William Mitchell's financial deceit, saying that the
amounts of tax avoided were substantial and that it
was necessary to bring such cases to court to remind
everyone no matter what their status in society that
they have a duty to pay tax on all their income and
trading.

"This current shocking case" the prosecutor continued,
"had only come to light as a result of the diligence
of the IRS investigators in particular Mr Damien
Mortlock who had uncovered the prisoners fraudulent
schemes."

No mention was made in court of the relationship
between Damien Mortlock and his half brother who was
the Judges clerk, who had in snooping around the
judges office discovered the micro disk containing all
the incriminating evidence.

"A person of such high public prominence and trust
needed to be made an example of, so that the citizens
of our country continue to have trust and respect for
the people and institutions that govern us" the
prosecutor continued.

Bertram Avery gave a spirited but resigned defence on
his clients behalf, citing the years of community
service and other charity works that William Mitchell
had undertaken.

The judge listened then signalled to the court
Bailiff.

The Bailiff shouted "The prisoner will rise", and fear
gripping his heart William Mitchell did so.

"William Mitchell, I find you guilty of the crimes as
charged."

He paused dramatically for effect, and then added "To
accept financial restitution alone would not be
appropriate or desirable in this case, the normal and
most common sentence for tax fraud is the forfeiture
of citizenship. I therefore sentence you to be
enslaved for the term of your natural life."

A gasp ran around the court, and the judge banged his
gavel for silence before continuing "Slave" the judge
intoned, "Your age means that you will fetch very
little at auction so I intend to specifically order
how you will work off your debt to society instead of
ordering you to auction. You shall be allocated to
serve the Tallahatchie County Legal Department in
whatever role they desire, so that the life you once
led and forfeited is constantly reminded to you as you
toil away serving your new masters."

"Any order for the proceeds of the crime?" the judge
asked the prosecutor.

"Yes, your honour" the prosecutor continued, "We ask
that all the slave's goods and assets be seized and
sold and used to offset the tax avoided and if surplus
to that need be assigned to consolidated revenue to be
used for the good of the community."

"So ordered", the judge replied. Then, turning to
William Mitchell, he went on "This should be a lesson
to you, slave, that attempting to defraud the citizens
of this country of their due tax revenue will get you
nowhere. I trust your new owners will rapidly teach
you that as a slave unlike the behaviour you have
exhibited in your previous life, that you are expected
to show honesty and truthfulness or otherwise suffer
the most severe of punishments. Though confronted with
a life of slavery from this day on, remember that
through loyal and obedient service you still have a
chance to make your life meaningful. I urge you to
turn this personal tragedy into a personal triumph by
transforming your predicament to an accomplishment."

"Bailiff: the prisoner is now a slave. To emphasize
his new status and prepare him for enslavement
induction, slaves appear in court naked. Have the
slave remove his clothes and induct him into
enslavement."

Two bailiffs' approached the defense bench and roughly
pulled William Mitchell over to the side of the
judge's bench. They asked him for his wallet and all
jewelry and valuables on his person. All had had
already been taken from William when he was charged.
At the charge bench in the police station he had
handed over his leather wallet, a gold Rolex watch,
and a gold ring which he had worn since graduating
from college.

The Chief Bailiff then asked him to remove all items
of clothing and hand them to the assisting bailiff,
who came forward holding a wire basket.

There was hushed whispering from the visitors gallery
as William first removed his expensive suit jacket and
handed it to the bailiff, who folded it as he placed
it into the basket. William undid his tie and removed
it. He then started unbuttoning his white shirt. When
it was unbuttoned, William took it off exposing his
naked white skinned chest to the court for the first
time and handed the shirt to the bailiff. Soft sobs
could be heard emanating from William as he willed
himself to complete this humiliating task.

William then bent down and removed his highly polished
black shoes and then his black socks, and put them too
in the basket held by the bailiff.

William Mitchell blushed profusely at this utter act
of humiliation as he unbelted and unzipped his
trousers. He stooped to remove them, exposing a pair
of black silk boxers. As William started to pull down
his boxers he instinctively tried to turn his back to
the courtroom and cover his exposed groin, but one of
the bailiffs redirected him so he was again facing the
crowded courtroom and pulled his hands away and
positioned them at his sides.

Once his boxers were off everyone in the courtroom
could see his naked body. Of course William Mitchell
looked nothing like a slave, having a free man's belly
and figure; he carried his excess weight well however
being tall. The hair on his chest was predominantly
grey with a few dark streaks still visible. A thick
darker haired happy trail descended from his naval
down to meet a thick untrimmed scraggly pubic bush.
The cool air of the air-conditioning had an immediate
effect on Williams exposed uncut penis and scrotum as
they shriveled to a tiny knob and a tight sack.

A lot of people smiled at William's humiliation, and
some even let out titters of laughter which could be
heard throughout the courtroom. People William called
his friends, and others who relied on him for their
living, and called him sir and obeyed his
instructions, were now laughing at him or looking at
him with expressions of open curiosity and contempt,
these people no longer saw him as one of them. He had
already become an object, to be bought, sold, used and
beaten. All these eyes were glued on William as they
watched him turned from powerful prominent citizen
into a common serving slave.

Sensing this change in attitude William blushed a
shameful shade of red all over his naked body.

One of the Bailiffs then handed William a large
plastic tub and told him to stand in it. Another
Bailiff went up to William with electric shears,
plugged them into a specially provided socket, and
started to cut the hair on Williams head.

As William's carefully styled hair tumbled into the
tub around his feet, tears could be seen falling from
Williams eyes into the tub as well.

When his hair was shorn completely so that all that
remained was stubble the chief bailiff produced
shaving cream and a razor and William's head including
his eye brows was shaved down to the bare skin.

The bailiff with the clippers then began cutting from
the neck down and quickly denuded William's upper body
and arm pits of all the hair he could find. The
bailiff then began clipping William's legs moving his
way up to his pubic region and buttocks.

As the bailiffs continued with the clipping and
shaving the chief bailiff intoned as was the custom at
this point in the induction to William, "Without hair
you are singled out as being different to free
citizens".

In front of the viewing public in the court room,
William's remaining masculine signs of free
citizenship, his pubic, scrotal and buttock hair was
quickly and efficiently removed.

Any remaining stubble was shaved off as the hands of
the bailiffs went over the naked skin of William's
trembling body, searching for any remaining hair or
stubble.

When the shaving was completed William was too ashamed
to lift his head up or to look at the enraptured crowd
of visitors in the courtroom enjoying his humiliation.

One of the bailiffs' then pulled Williams hands to the
back of him and cuffed him and then led him over to
the collaring bench on the other side of the courtroom
where he was forced onto his knees and made to lean
forwards and place his head on a block that contained
a collaring and locking device.

When his head was in place, one of the bailiffs
stretched a length of colored plastic coated metal
around his neck, pulled it tight so it ran just under
his Adam's apple, and then cut it with a small
guillotine. A lock was then applied. It took less than
a minute for William Mitchell to be collared. The
design and color of the plastic coating indicated
Tallahatchie County where William's enslavement would
be registered.

William Mitchell had seen so many slave collars they
had long since ceased to arouse the slightest
curiosity in him, yet they registered unconsciously to
any free citizen that the wearer was a slave and need
be shown no respect, and was without rights other than
that of being owned. The first thing that William
noticed was how easily the collar went on, just a soft
click and how heavy it felt, and how tight it fitted.

One of the Bailiffs' then grabbed William very tightly
by the ear and started pulling him to the other side
of the courtroom. As he pulled him forward across the
room, he also tugged downward on the ear. For the
first time in his life, William had to stoop like a
humble slave.

When the Bailiff tugging William got to the other side
of the courtroom, William was pulled up onto a raised
platform with a low padded hand rail. The bailiff had
him turn his buttocks to the audience and bend over
the rail. William was on view to everyone his cuffed
hands trussed against his back, his buttocks sticking
up, and his shaved scrotum clearly dangling between
his legs.

Two of the Bailiff's came up on the platform and stood
on either side of William. The Chief Bailiff selected
a purpose designed punishment paddle from the
implements cupboard. It was in shape and design
similar to a large hair brush without the bristles and
along it's surface were perforations that reduced the
wind drag and maximized the impact on the recipient.

With his left hand the Chief Bailiff grabbed William's
shoulder, while the Bailiff's standing to William's
sides each grabbed an ear and did a very tight ear
twist to hold William down in a stooping position over
the rail. Once they had him secured by the ears, the
Chief Bailiff swung the paddle and let the first
stroke land.

The public in the visitors' gallery were mesmerized
seeing for the first time such a prominent citizen and
slave owner as William Mitchell having to endure a
bare naked slave paddling in front of the general
public. And what a sight it was for those gathered in
the courtroom as William Mitchell kicked and flayed
his legs as he lost all semblance of composure his
once posh and refined voice screamed out, desperate to
try and relieve some of the pain he was experiencing.

As the strokes reigned down on Williams ever reddening
buttocks he was ashamed of his reaction. His penis was
erect and throbbing and the pain was like noting he
had ever experienced. Now he knew how all those slaves
he had watched either in his own courtroom or that he
owned had felt and why they acted like they did when
punished. Soon despite himself he was bawling like a
prepubescent boy and begging shamelessly for mercy
from anyone who would listen whilst his virgin bottom
received it's first ever slave spanking.

No one listened to his pleas of course. Slaves have to
get bare naked paddlings all the time and the
assembled audience knew that the pro forma paddling in
the courtroom was the traditional way of assuring the
respectable, law-abiding citizens watching that
William Mitchell was now truly a slave.

William suffered an even worse fate as the paddling
continued unabated, not only did he holler and scream
and beg for mercy but his erect and aroused penis and
very full testicles could stand no more arousal and in
front of everyone he began to near an orgasm. His wail
of anguish and his shuddering body signalled to the
Bailiff's his approaching climax.

Bent over the punishment rail, naked before everyone,
William's body shivered and shook as his body now with
a mind of its own stimulated by his own uncontrollable
thrusting against the rail reached a humiliating
climax of orgasm. William raised his head and wailed
aware of the utter humiliation of being forced to
ejaculate in public. He seemed to have lost any
semblance of control over his body; such was the
intensity of his ejaculation. Spurt after spurt of
semen shot out of his penis onto the floor in front of
the raised platform.

"Filthy slave, put a collar on them, strip them, spank
them and it's amazing how quickly they act like a
slave isn't it" the Chief Bailiff responded to his
colleagues. William's actions only succeeded in
motivating the bailiff to even greater exertions.

 When the paddling was over the Bailiffs stood William
up and turned him around to face the public gallery.
William was again totally erect and to add to his
humiliation his nose was running and his buttocks were
burning with a fierce pain. Unable to use his hands to
gain relief William regardless of the humiliating
spectacle did the dance of the spanked on the spot up
on the platform before the assembled crowd in a vain
attempt to ease the throbbing pain.

Some of the courtroom visitors laughed out loud at
Williams juvenile antics and humiliating aroused
state.

One of the Bailiffs then again tightly grasped William
by his ear and led him around the courtroom allowing
everyone to inspect the new slave in great detail
whilst making William hunch over as the Bailiff pulled
him by his ear, forcing him do that scrambling style
of walk distinctive of slaves.

Finally when William had completed his tour of the
courtroom he was lead out through the slaves exit of
the courtroom down into the processing rooms below. It
would be the last that anyone would ever see of
William Mitchell.

The next time William Mitchell's former colleagues and
friends would see him, he would have a new name and
the person they once knew would no longer exist except
in their memories.


End Part: 2


Acknowledgements:

`A Middle Class Slave Revisited' by Steam Train

`Alternative Deterrence' by Steam Train

`A Middle Class Slave' by Pete Brown

 `Dad & Me" by Pete Brown

`You can't be Friends with a Slave' by Pete Brown

`The Best Laid Plans' by Richard Davis

`That Others May Serve' by Richard Davis

`My First Day on the Job' by Randall Austin

`A Portrait of Servitude ^Ö A Child's Questions' by
Randall Austin

`Slave Maker' by Josh Ryan

`A Summer in Hell' by L. T. Richards

`What are Friends For?' by L. T. Richards

`Team Effort' by Sanibel Boys