Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2007 07:23:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Slave Revolt, Part Five

THE SLAVE REVOLT

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Five

As we trekked on - we had no clear plan in mind, only
to try to get away from the rampaging slaves - we
started to get hungry.  But the problem was how could
we find food?  As the countryside had gradually
emptied on "normal" people, who lived now in the towns
and suburbs as most agricultural work was done by the
nigga slaves, so too had the need for small stores and
places like that disappeared.  So we couldn't just
march in and loot somewhere, and, equally, a whole lot
of small rural homes had simply been bulldozed out of
existence to make way for the large fields that made
for more efficient agriculture, so once again there
was nowhere to scavenge.

We came across one of the few remaining gas stations,
but the slave "army" had evidently been there before
us, as the only thing left was the dead body of the
former owner (who had been set alight, presumably with
some of his own gas).  Everything else - the snacks,
canned stuff, and even the candy in the vending
machines, was gone.

We trudged on therefore, and eventually found a field
of carrots that were almost ready for harvesting.  In
very low spirits we all sat there on the edge of the
field and ate some:  they did at least fill our
bellies, but there's a limit to the number of raw
carrots you want to eat!

That night was pretty miserable, too - there was no
real shelter as most of the buildings were now on
demesnes like our owner's, and they had almost all
been torched by the slaves as they passed through.  So
all of us huddled together in a big sprawling heap as
we tried to keep warm.  I was sort of used to it as
I'd spend a lot of nights with the drays in their
barn, but young Rob clearly didn't like being in such
close proximity to so many big naked niggas - he tried
to pull my T around him as best he could, and then to
lie as close to me as possible.  And he didn't much
like that, either, as naturally a nigga lay on the
other side of him.  He had a very disturbed night,
crying out from nightmares and flinging his arms and
legs around in evident distress.  Ultimately, so that
he shouldn't disturb the other guys, I wrapped my arms
around him and held him close to me - that did seem to
calm him a bit, but of course there's a bit of a
problem when you have your arms and legs wrapped
around another guy:  I naturally had a few erections
as you do when you're in that half state between sleep
and wakefulness, and I was embarrassed to feel the tip
of my dick pressing against the softness of his young
butt.

It was he who was embarrassed when dawn broke, though
- he was pressed against me now, chest to chest and I
was holding him close to me.  He opened his eyes and
saw me staring at him, and at once began to flush with
shame:  as he wriggled a bit, trying to get away from
me, I realised that his dick was hard and was pressed
up against my belly.  Without thinking, I reached down
to kind of "free" it, and felt his dick head all moist
where he was 'skinned back - he must have been pumping
out some pre-cum.  He tried to move away from me, but
one of the drays was immediately behind him, spooned
up against him, and I knew that the nigga would be
hard, too, his dick pressed against Rob's butt, as the
drays were notorious for always being that way in the
morning.

"Sorry, Steve....", he whispered.

"Hey, it's OK.  Guys together.... That's what you
expect.  It's perfectly natural, you know."  As I said
it, I felt my own dick start to stiffen, and what the
fuck was I to do now?  Having told him it was all
perfectly natural - as it is, as that's how nature
made dicks - I could hardly back away, could I?    He
parted his thighs slightly and some of my immediate
problems were over - instead of pressing up against
him, my dick slid at once between them so if we had
not been lying on out sides he'd have been sitting
astride it.  I could feel the warm moistness of his
asshole on the shaft of my dick, and his balls pressed
against it, and I almost moaned with pleasure.

He wriggled a bit to make himself more comfortable,
and exquisite sensations shot through my dick as his
warm body caressed it.  I moaned faintly with  the
extreme pleasure of it, but he misinterpreted it
"Sorry, Steve....", he flustered.  "Are you OK?"

"Sure, Rob.  It's no big deal", I whispered, and this
seemed to satisfy him as we they lay there for another
half an hour or so before the other guys stirred and
we got to our feet.   It can be cold, or at least very
cool, first thing in the morning before the sun comes
fully up and the drays were standing around rubbing
themselves to get a bit of heat into their skin.  I
wrapped my arms around Rob and tried to rub a little
warmth into him, but he seemed embarrassed  - perhaps
because he could see that I, like all the drays, had
my morning woody.  Well, I guess it is a bit of a
change for you if you're not used to seeing a whole
lot of guys getting themselves together in the morning
- time in the marines soon shows you that almost all
guys wake up erect and it takes some time for it to go
down.

We ate some more raw carrots - not a lot of
nourishment for big guys like us who need a lot of
energy - but there wasn't much else, and we trudged
off down the road.  We met several bands of marauding
slaves that morning and I was so glad we had the drays
to "protect" us - even though they could clearly see
my brand, some of the rebels seemed almost intent on
blaming "whiteys" for everything, and to them I was a
white man first, and a slave second, and I deserved to
be butchered.

The third group we met were only four guys, who had
commandeered a battered pickup truck from somewhere
and who raced along the highway towards us,
brandishing rifles and some of those terrible large
knives.  They were half drunk, as they'd "liberated"
some bottles of whiskey from somewhere, and began
firing their rifles in the air as they saw us.    We
saw also that on the back of the truck there were some
crates of food, and we of course asked them for some
as we were pretty desperate for something to eat by
now.  They refused to share it, though, telling us
that it was "every man for himself" and they thought
they'd need it as food was such a problem.  I saw some
of the drays looking at each other, and the next
moment they threw themselves on the other slaves.  It
took only seconds - the drays were big and strong and
angry, and the slaves in the truck were half drunk and
arrogant, and not expecting trouble.  Two of them got
killed as they tried to ward off the drays, by
clumsily attempting to fire at them:  this incensed
the drays who grabbed the rifles and shot their former
owners.  The other two were simply beaten up - I saw
big fists pounding into their bodies - and left to lie
battered on the ground.

The drays and Rob and I then almost tore into the cans
of food we found - we used the big knives to rip open
the cans, and sat around scooping the stuff into our
mouths:  I remember particularly some canned ham,
which, somewhat bizarrely, I wolfed down with canned
sweet corn.  After that our mood was a lot more
cheerful - a full belly really does make a difference
- and we were in good spirits.  One of the two slaves
who had been beaten up though was seen to be crawling
towards the discarded rifles, and so I suppose it was
his own fault what happened next:  one of the drays
noticed and indicated it to his colleagues, and just
as the slave's his hand reached out to grab the rifle,
a big dray foot stomped down on his arm, breaking it
and causing him to begin screaming with pain.  Look,
you've got to remember that the drays are big, heavy
guys with incredibly powerful leg muscles, and with a
thick layer of hard skin on their feet -  they might
as well have been wearing heavy boots, and it's no
wonder the guy's arm was broken.  But then he
shouldn't have been going for the rifle, should he?

One of the drays picked up the rifle and said casually
"He was going to shoot us, I reckon.  So what's good
enough for us is good enough for him, right?"

His companions all nodded and he cocked the rifle, but
I called out "No!  Look, let's not descend to their
level, shall we?  It was stupid of him to do it, but
that's no reason to kill him...."   I guess  it was my
marines training coming out again, as we were always
taught to treat prisoners properly.

The dray with the rifle kicked at the man who was
still whimpering with pain, and used his big foot to
turn the guy over on to his back.  He towered over the
slave as he lay there, and bent down so that he could
poke the muzzle of the rifle into the slave's
terrified open mouth.  "This is what you deserve,
fucker, for even thinking bout shooting fellow
slaves!", he snapped.  "But I reckon my brothers and
me have got a better use for you and your buddy...."

As he spoke, he flung the rifle to one side, kicked at
the prone slave to turn him over on to his belly -
more screams as the man's broken arm got caught up in
it - then threw himself down on top of the poor guy:
the screaming stopped, as the weight of the dray
basically knocked the breath out of the guy's lungs.
We all watched as the dray put one massive arm under
the slave's belly and dragged his butt upwards as the
other hand pressed the slave's head down, and then in
one smooth motion, so smooth it looked as if it was
practised, he positioned himself behind the slave and
thrust his huge dick up the slave's ass!

The screaming began again - I could only imagine the
agony the slave must be in to have the big dray start
to rape him like that without any preparation - not
even a bit of spit on the dray's long, thick dick to
ease his entry.  There is something utterly
enthralling though to see a big guy rape another,
smaller one - all of us had our eyes riveted on the
dray's powerful butt muscles as he pounded - and, yes,
that's the right word, pounded, his dick in and out of
the slave.  The slave was utterly powerless to resist
him, and his only part in the proceedings seemed to be
to scream and shout at the top of his voice.  Frankly
I think this added to the general excitement, as most
times you fuck another guy you only get the occasional
grunt or yelp, not a barrage of sound like that.

The second slave had been sitting quietly watching his
buddy being raped, but now he got what he probably
deserved for not treating us as fellow slaves who
should be supporting each other:  one of the other
drays grabbed him, tore off the slave's grubby shorts,
threw him onto the ground, and began to rape him, too,
accompanied by even more desperate screams and cries
as the dray's dick ravished him.

Look, it was pretty sordid, I suppose - two slaves,
six drays:  work it out for yourself!  Each of the big
niggas used one or other of the slaves, and soon all
of them were lying together, their dicks covered in
cum (and, sadly, blood), as they laughed and joked and
said how good it was to have sex after a good meal. I
looked at Rob and he seemed to be totally appalled -
well, he'd talked a lot about fucking me, but I began
to wonder if he had actually ever used his dick for
sex (other than jerking off), and whether this was the
first time he'd actually seen sex between men.

We decided that the pick-up was of more use to us, and
drove off afterwards leaving the two slaves and their
dead companions behind.  We didn't really have a plan,
well, not one that we could talk about:  it seemed to
me to be a good idea to get Rob into the safe hands of
the authorities as soon as possible, but I could
hardly discuss that with the drays, could I?  They in
turn kept on about "getting back to their folks", but
seemed to have only a rather hazy idea of where those
folks might now be, or how they might get there from
here.

When the truck ran out of gas we were basically
fucked, and left it there -  the few gas stations we'd
seen had either been totally burned out, or looted, or
were inoperable as there was no power.  So we trudged
on, all eight of us, keeping our eyes open for any
sign of food.  Fortunately we'd just come out of the
rainy season and so there were still rivers and
streams flowing freely and water wasn't so much of a
problem - and when the sun was really high and hot, we
even took time out to swim and bathe:  the drays were
just like overgrown kids, really, when they had a
chance to relax and Rob and I sat there watching them
frolic around, splashing each other and generally
enjoying being together.

We spent the next night huddled together again under
the meagre shelter provided by some scrubby trees, and
again I held Rob close to me to show the drays that he
was "mine" and not theirs to play with.  I was pretty
desperate for sex by now, and when Rob "rode" my dick
in the night as he twisted and turned to make himself
as comfortable as possible on the hard ground, I just
couldn't help it:  I shot a load of cum, but
fortunately most of it missed his body and the kid was
asleep and so he didn't realise it.  At about three in
the morning, though, I realised he was awake and had a
really solid wood that was stabbing at my belly.  In
the moonlight he saw the smile on my face as I
whispered "It's OK, Rob - perfectly natural,
especially at your age."

"I'll get up and go and do something about it....", he
whispered back.

"No, Rob.  It's too dangerous.  There might be other
rebels out there.  And in any case you'll disturb the
drays...."

"But Steve, it hurts.....  My balls are bursting...."

"So jerk off, then."

"But I'm pressed up against you....."

"It's OK.... It's only cum you'll shoot.  It's
perfectly natural....."

I'm not sure he believed me, but after a few minutes
of thought, he slid a hand up between our bodies and
began to stroke at his dick.  I just lay there
pretending not to notice, and his breathing gradually
got faster and deeper, until he gave a kind of
suppressed  cry, and I felt the warm moistness of his
cum spray up on to my belly and chest.  He lay there
silently, panting slightly as his breathing and heart
rate slowed.  That special scent of hot cum wafted up
to our faces, and if it hadn't been so dark, I felt
certain he'd have been blushing deeply.

"OK, now get to sleep", I whispered.  "We've got a
hard day's walking tomorrow...."

In the morning Rob tried to avoid looking at me - I
suppose he was ashamed of the bits of stringy dried
cum that were clinging to my treasure trail and the
fur on my pecs!  Fortunately, though, we were near a
shallow creek and so I ran down and cleaned myself up
thoroughly.  Rob joined me and began to smile feebly.
"This is bizarre, Steve.... Out here, buck naked,
washing in a creek with the drays all watching us...."

I just shrugged.  "They've seen me lots of times.
It's not a problem."

"But exposing ourselves like this...."

"Rob, I'm a slave.  You're supposed to be a slave.
And slaves don't have false modesty about their
bodies.  Your father keeps most of the agricultural
slaves in the coffles stark naked all the time.  The
drays always work naked.  I have to display myself for
your father's guests... And you made me strip as you
wanted to see me do the pool in the buff...."

"Yes, but...."

"....so it's only you who's bothered about it, Rob.
And you've got nothing to be ashamed of:  you're well
hung, and although you're not as muscular as you could
be, you're certainly not fat, not like some of the
young guys who are enslaved.  And I reckon that by the
time we're spent a few more weeks walking and not
eating much, you'll be a lot firmer....

"Look, Steve, about last night...."

"It's OK, Rob, as I told you.  It's perfectly natural.
 All guys need to jerk off if they're not getting sex,
and when you're in a bunch of guys like this, well,
there is no privacy.... But we al do it.  The drays
fucked those slaves yesterday, after all...."

Rob nodded.  "All the same though, Steve, I'll be glad
to get back to a civilised life.  I don't like having
to parade around naked all the time."

Frankly, I was pretty pissed off by this.  "So how do
you think it feels for me, or the drays, or the coffle
slaves?  We have to keep exposing ourselves.  And you
were trying to get your father to let you fuck me...."

"I know, Steve, but it's different for you. You're a
slave, and I am not."

Well, there's no arguing with that, is there?  I
suppose I could have, but what's the point?  He was so
entrenched in his views that it was going to take more
than a bit of nudity and some casual jerking off
communally to get him to change his views.

After that little "discussion" with Rob I wasn't in
all that good a mood.  As we got out of the water I
planed it off my body as best  I could, but made no
effort to help Rob, who stood there shivering slightly
as the water evaporated off him.  The drays were all
looking at Rob and one of them asked me when they
could start to use him "Seeing a cute young butt like
that, Steve, makes us all pretty envious of you.... I
mean, all we get to do is fuck big strong muscular
butts, and you're feasting on this tender young
ass....  It's about time you gave us a turn, Steve."

"Hey, he's only a boy.  I told you he'd only just been
enslaved.  It takes time for a guy to get used to sex
as a slave, especially with guys with really big
dicks, like yours...."

"Aw, come on, Steve!  Yours is as thick as ours!  If
he can take you, he can take us, and he might like a
change.  They do say that until you've had nigga dick,
you haven't lived...."  All six of them started to
laugh as he said this, but I began to get worried that
their patience might not last all that much longer.

"Look, he's a kid, OK?  I'm breaking him in gently.
And after that, well, who knows...."

"So you are actually fucking him?"

"Well not as such....."

The drays all stirred and looked at each other.  "So
why aren't you fucking him yet, Steve?  We know you
like ass...."

"Look, I've told you:  he's new, and he needs breaking
in gently...."

"I reckon you'd better get a move on, Steve.  Me and
my brothers here need a bit of variety...."

I nodded, and then made noises to get us all moving
off, and that did at least postpone the issue for a
bit.  By the end of the day though - a day when we
were exhausted, hungry, and getting pissed off with
each other because we didn't really know what we were
doing  and had no clear objectives -  I began to get
worried about what happen that night.  At about four
in the afternoon, though, I had some real worries:  we
started to hear firing in the distance - sustained
volleys of rifle fire.

We made our way  up off the highway onto a wooded
ridge as I thought it was probably safer up there, and
about half an hour later saw a convoy of jeeps and
stuff making it s way along the road.  "They've
mobilised the National Guard", I told the drays.  "I
reckon they're placing troops at all the
intersections, then they'll start hunting us, clearing
the area bit by bit...."

We all sat there and watched, and I heard the drays
talking amongst themselves.  Finally, two of them came
up and told me they'd decided to give themselves up.
"There's no chance, Steve!  We're hungry, we don't
know where we're going.... And if we surrender,
they'll probably whip us but after that they'll return
us to our owner:  it wasn't all that bad being a dray
back there...."

"I thought you guys were going to find your folks..."

"No, not us - the others want that.  We haven't got
any folks, well, not as far as we know.  We just want
to go back, have everything the same as before...."

"It's not generally like that.... Nothing goes back to
being the same as before...."

"Well we're going to try, Steve.  We're going down to
the road, and we're going to surrender to the next lot
of troops that comes past.  We won't tell them about
you guys up here in the woods...."

"I don't think that's a good idea, honestly..... Well,
not until things have settled down a bit....."

The two drays shrugged, then went over to say goodbye
to their fellows - there was an awful lot of hugging,
as these guys were of course close, and then the two
of them started to make their way down the hill
towards the highway.  We all sat there, watching them,
and Rob wanted to go with them.  "Steve, it makes
sense..... Come on, come with me..... As soon as I
tell them I'm a free man, and you're all my dad's
slaves, it will all be OK.... And I'll put in a good
word for you with dad, and you probably won't all get
whipped either."

"No, Rob.  It's not safe....."

"Not safe?  They're the National Guard, here to
protect us...."

"To protect free men, Rob.  And I guess they're pretty
twitchy right now - just called out, with all the
violence and looting that's been going on, I reckon
they might be a bit twitchy...."

"Oh don't be so stupid, Steve.  They're white guys,
like us....."

"Stay here, Rob!  And shut the fuck up - I know more
about this stuff than you do!", I growled.  But I
almost had to physically restrain him to stop him
joining the drays as they made their way down the
hill.

The four remaining drays, and Rob and me, sat there
and watched.  Our two companions reached the highway
and squatted in the dirt.  We saw a truck coming in
the distance, and  the drays got to their feet, and
stood there with their hands in the air at the level
of their shoulders, in the universal  gesture of
surrender.  The truck stopped, and about ten Guardsmen
leapt out of the back.  They milled around as one of
them, who I took to be a sergeant,  got them into some
sort of order.  Then, as we watched, utterly unable to
do anything about it,  four of the Guardsmen lined up,
aimed their rifles at the drays, and shot them!

It was fortunate that they didn't hear the cries of
rage from all of us.  Then the drays clustered around
me and began to demand to know what was going on.
"Look, guys, I was in something similar in the Far
East when I was in the Marines", I told them.  "When
there's been a rebellion, the soldiers are really
nervous.  No one knows what to do, really.  So when
they saw our buddies, they thought it was some sort of
trap, that there were others, waiting to ambush
them.... So it's better to be safe than sorry..."

"But they were innocent, Steve", Rob burst out.  "They
were surrendering...."

"And perhaps they thought they had bombs or
something...."

"Steve, they were naked!"

I shrugged.  "Look, you've also got to remember that
they were slaves.  We're all slaves.  The normal rules
that apply when soldiers are dealing with civilians
don't matter so much when there's slaves involved.  If
they butcher innocent civilians, there might be some
big outcry later and they'd be court martialled and
jailed.  But if they kill a slave - well, I suppose
the National Guard will compensate his owner, and
that's the worst that will happen to them."

"What are we going to do, Steve?", they asked."

"I reckon we need to stay hidden until things have
calmed down a bit.  By the end of the week I reckon
the troops will feel confident enough not to fire on
slaves they find.  And I reckon there'll be orders
from the Governor, too:  it doesn't make sense to kill
off a lot of slaves:  think about what it will do to
the prices of slaves!  And they have to re-build,
don't they, after all the destruction, and that will
need a lot of labour?  I reckon a lot of big owners
will be lobbying the Governor to make sure that slaves
who surrender and shipped back to their owners....."

That night was terrible, though.  The drays all
huddled together and didn't want to know about Rob and
me - they were keening and mourning their buddies, and
totally ignored us.  Rob was really distressed, and as
he lay in my arms he whispered "If I'd gone down with
them, Steve, it would have been OK - they'd still be
alive.  It's your fault those guys are dead,
Steve...."

"Listen, you idiot!  If you'd gone down there, you'd
have been dead too.  If seeing two big niggas
surrendering is suspicious, what do you think it would
look like to see two big niggas a and a young whitey?
They'd probably have thought that you were some sort
of organiser or ring leader, and would have shot you
all."

"No, Steve.  I'm a white guy...."

"A whitey slave, Rob!  Remember that!  They'd take one
look at you, collared, with that 'S' on your butt, and
that would be it.."

"I'd have told them....."

"If they gave you an opportunity to speak at all.....
Remember, they're locals, mostly rednecks, in the
National Guard down here.  They're not the sharpest
needles in the pack to start with.  And they're pretty
pissed off at having their places looted and burned.
And pretty scared at what the slaves have been doing:
don't you remember how they butchered all the guards
at our place?  And most of those guards were pretty
nice guys.... Sure, they used the tawse, and even the
prod, when they had to, but most of the times they
were pretty decent.  And they certainly didn't deserve
to be hacked to pieces, or hung..."

Rob just couldn't see sense, though, and thought that
it was my fault - whereas I reckoned he was an
ungrateful fucker, who wouldn't  acknowledge that I'd
saved his skin again.  So we lay there in isolation,
until it got so cold that I scooted myself over
towards him and wrapped my arms around him - he was so
fucking stubborn that although he was shivering as his
thin body didn't hold the heat well, he had refused to
make a move to come over to me.  Even now, too, he
tried to resist, pushing me away, and muttering "Leave
me alone...."

"Listen, you young fucker, I've saved your life back
at the house.  And earlier on, although you won't
admit it.  I'm not going to let you die of
pneumonia... Now, come here....."

He still resisted, but I'm a whole lot stronger as you
know, and I forced myself on him, wrapping my arms
around his body and entwining my legs with his.  It
was somehow a real turn on to make him obey me like
this, and once he'd stopped struggling, I found my
dick was pressed between us, absolutely rock hard.  I
couldn't get to sleep like that, and to make things
worse, Rob continued to wriggle and squirm, as if he
didn't want to nestle against me as he usually did.
And that made it worse, of course - my dick was being
massaged between our bodies, and suddenly I knew I'd
lost control - I felt that unmistakable feeling in my
balls as they got ready for action, and the next
moment I was pumping cum out between us.

"You're fucking disgusting!  I'm covered in cum.....",
Rob snapped.

"Just like I was, the other night, when you jerked
off.", I snapped back.  "I told you then it was
perfectly natural, and it is:  there's no problem."

"I'm covered in your cum, though...."

"So?"

"Get it off me!  You're a slave, remember, and you
need to do as you're ordered."

Well, that was it!  The young puppy hadn't been at all
grateful, and I was pissed off.  "You want it off, you
get it off!", I snapped, and grabbed his head and
pulled it down so that his face was pressed against my
chest.  I rubbed his face up and down my body, coating
his nose and lips in my cum.  Then I relaxed a bit,
and muttered "See, Rob?  That's how you get cum off!
Now, if you're worried about my cum on your body, you
can use your hand and rub it off you...."

I felt sorry for him then, as I could see his eyes
filling with tears.  "It's disgusting...."

"No, Rob, it isn't.  It's cum, that's all.  And if you
hadn't been so fucking unreasonable, we might have
enjoyed it."

We lay together for the rest of the night after that
very uneasily, not at all as it had been when we'd
first escaped from the marauders.  Then Rob had been
grateful for the comforting warmth and protection of
my body, and now it was as if he wanted nothing more
than to distance himself from me - he seemed to take
almost a delight in digging his hard elbows into my
body, and when I tried to slide my dick between his
thighs as we usually did, to make things easier, he
kept them rigidly clamped shut as if he wanted to make
me suffer.

This state of "armed truce" between Rob and me went on
all the next day, but as  the six of us struggled on,
foraging in the bare fields as best we could, Rob
began to see what I meant:  every now and then we saw
dead slaves lying around - slaves who'd been shot.
And it didn't look as if they'd put up any struggle -
I kept silent, as I thought that the bodies spoke for
themselves.  And, of course, I didn't want to add to
the misery of the four drays, who were still mourning
their companions.

We went on in this state of misery for a few days.
Then that night, I suppose it was pure carelessness on
my part - I ought to have ensured that some of us were
awake all the time, but instead of that we were all
huddled asleep, when we were woken up by shouting and
by boots slamming in to us.  We struggled to our feet
and found ourselves surrounded by a troop of the
Guard!

Rob at once blurted out "Hey, guys, I'm a free man...
Don't hurt these slaves, as......", and for his
trouble all he got was a rifle butt in the small of
his back, which knocked him to the to the ground where
he lay there twitching and groaning..

"You slaves stand perfectly still!", the Guard
sergeant snapped.  "One move and you're dead."

He turned to his men and said "Cuff them and throw
them in the truck....."

"Aw, Sarge", one of his men replied.  "These two
whiteys... Can't we have a bit of fun..... I get tired
of fucking niggas....."

"Not the big one!  He looks pretty mean and dangerous.
 Put him in with the niggas, and take care.  But the
young fucker on the floor - well, it's been a tough
week, and you guys deserve a bit of fun..... You can
keep him back, if you wish."

I tried to protest, tried to tell the sergeant that
Rob was indeed a free man, but all  I got for my
troubles was a clubbing to the side of my head with a
rifle butt - which, it turned out, broke my cheek
bone.   They cuffed the four drays and me with simple
plastic cable ties - once those are around your wrists
there's not a blind thing you can do to break them, we
all found.  And the troops were evidently practised in
"cleaning up" groups of wandering slaves like us:
even though we were all big heavy guys, they simply
worked together to pick us up and throw us into the
back of their truck. I lay there half on top of two of
the drays with one of the others almost on top of me,
and there wasn't a blind thing that any of us could do
about it.

The troops left us then, knowing we couldn't escape,
and we could hear them discussing what they were going
to do to Rob - fuck him, obviously, and their
speculation concerned whether he'd been fucked before,
and how loose his ass would be.  I cold hear Rob's
voice, at first angry as presumably he tried to tell
them again he was a free man, and then terrified,  as
he realised they either didn't believe him, or didn't
care.

His screams rent the night air the Guards raped him.
And all I could do was lie there and listen.

End Of Part Five