Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2010 10:32:10 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: RE White Slave Chapters 36 and 37

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All persons depicted are just names, all
actions are fiction. It deals with sex between consenting and non
consenting males. Any person under 18 should leave as well as any person
who lives in a State or Province where reading such stories is illegal.

Chapter 37

It was only 7 AM when my limo arrived at Andrews for my flight to
Arizona. Only Steven and two slaves, plus about 10 SS men would accompany
me. The Air Force was using what they called Air Force 2, just a small 20
passenger jet. It was very comfortable.

Steven had been on aircraft before, having accompanied Sam on every one of
his trips around the country. The two slaves, except for their trip from
the Island had never been on aircraft so nice and comfortable. They were
even more shocked when the Air Force Steward offered them drinks and
snacks. They waited for me to say they could before they sat back happily
drinking soda and eating chips.

Steven just snuggled up close to me. He was where he had always wanted to
be. My Aide and he took the job very seriously, not because he loved for me
screw his tight butt, but because he wanted me always to perfect for
everyone to see. Although he hated them, he had to wear pants and a shirt
when he travelled with me. I knew he had his Speedos on underneath because
I had to warn him not to be caught in dirty ones. The two slave boys only
wore their Speedos and t-shirts. The only reason I brought them along was
that I did not know what, if anything would be available for the almost
week I would be away.

My mind was not on the trip, it was on what to do with almost 150,000 black
juvenile delinquents.

If I invoked the Slavery Laws, there was sure to be problems. I was
thinking about using them in work gangs. They would be classified as
slaves, but when their sentence was over they would be released. It was
different matter all together for those boys who had records as long as
their arm. I really wasn't sure what to do with them. Then there were the
few that were serving time for Capital Offences. I already had one
opinion. That came from Sam. He figured all those convicted of Capital
offences should be moved to Adult prisons and executed. That was one option
and probably the one with the least consequences. However what to do with
the thousands of other less violent juveniles?

Tacking 10 years to their sentences and making them Slaves, I did not think
was a viable option. Neither was just executing them all. It scared the
hell out of me that I had even thought of that. Ultimately it would not be
my decision. That would be General Thompkins problem. He was the head of
State Security and in charge of all Prisons in the Country.

I guess all I could really do is give him several options and let him
decide. He was really more ruthless than I was anyway.

The flight was totally uneventful and in reality quite boring for me and
Steven. The Two slaves loved the whole trip. I was just glad to get it over
with. General Ford laid on several armored Humvees, to move us to our
quarters in the VIP section of the new camp. The quarters were very lavish
for someplace like the middle of the desert.

The boys were very quick to follow Stevens orders, unpacking my luggage. He
was also very quick to get out the long pants. I figured rightly that he
had spent most of his life in nothing more than the native shorts. Long
pants probably did not feel right. Besides I liked him in his Speedos, for
his size he filled them perfectly.

Sam and Arum were our first official visitors. Steven and Arum hugged each
other and then Arum bowed to me.

"Why don't you two go catch up. We'll call if we need you. Take the boys
with you too."

The quarters that were supplied had two bedrooms and Steven had cried his
eyes out when I told him the second one was all his.

"I see Arum is very happy?"

"Thank you Master for making him my Aide. You have made us both very
happy. He is also one hell of an Aide. The kids damned smart."

"The camp from what I could see when I came in looks good."

"Well we finally got everything up and running. Water was the biggest
problem. We finally tapped into one of LA's water pipes. Their bringing
fresh water from three states away. The screamed like crazy when I told
them I tapping one their pipes. They shut up when I told them what would
happen to them if they didn't. Power was no problem. WE also have a rail
line into a siding about 3 miles away. I was going to run it directly to
the camp but figured new slaves could walk the three miles."

"You planning on moving all slaves by rail?"

"Master, we pretty well have to, considering the numbers. Eventually here
we will have new cycle starting every month. At 1000 per cycle, that's a
lot of people to move. Rail works out the cheapest option. If you think
about 50 camps like this, then you have an idea of the numbers involved."

"You have enough instructors?"

"That has never been a problem. We are using the Military as the guard
force so all the inside guards can be instructors. Yuma State Prison and
the Federal Prison are both empty now so those almost 2,000 guards are here
now. There's going to be a complete town building up around each of these
camps."

"Well that's good. Will keep everyone happy."

"Now the problems." I said.

"Nothing that hasn't been handled. We had a couple of runners, but after
they were hanged in front of the entire cycle there haven't been anymore."

"What are you doing with the bodies?"

"We turn them over to State Security. At present I believe they are
incinerating them."

"Okay. Sounds like you have everything under control Sam. I knew you were
the right person for this job. That Senator would have sat in his office
and ordered someone else to figure it all out while he tortured white
boys."

"Boy did that man squeal like a pig when the General put the wire noose
around his neck. The Congressman even got on his knees. We had a good
laugh. Their wives joined them afterward along with two older girls and an
adult male. The kids are here on this first cycle."

"What exactly are you doing with young children?"

"Their sent to special school camps until they are trained. The Senator and
Congressman kids are not young. The one girl is 18 and both boys are 19 and
20."

Although both boys were virgins, I don't think they are now. The girl was
not and I think eventually she will be sent to one of the breeding
centers."

"Okay everything sounds fine. Now I need something to eat and then your
cock."

"I hope Master you are going use all of me."

"Of course I am Sam and I expect you will be using all of me. I figured to
give Steven and Arum all night with the two boys."

"That will make both of them happy Master."

Dinner was not special but adequate, considering where we were. Sam was
more than adequate, after our long absence from each other. If anything he
had learned more and drove me nuts most of the night.

After a good shower and breakfast, Both Sam and General Ford showed off the
camp. General Ford was in reality in charge of training, but it was Sam who
was responsible for construction. Both were quite proud of the camp.

The slaves were Sam's responsibility. Both getting them to the camp and
getting them to where they were needed after they were trained.

The camp covered almost two square miles. Fenced, with guard towers every
100 ft. It reminded me of pictures I had seen of concentration camps in
Germany during WW2. There the similarity ended.

There four distinct training areas. Each cycle as they came in would use
one of them. In each area were barracks, mess halls, training rooms, a cell
block, a very large outdoor exercise yard, indoor gyms, including
showers. A central group of buildings contained a hospital, Administration
building, Head quarters and Interrogation Center. A very large supply
center was located near the entrance to the camp. Here all supplies needed
for the camp could be delivered without having any vehicles inside. All
transportation would be handled by slaves pulling carts. Those slaves were
already assigned here and had separate quarters. Most had come from the
Island or Africa. Both the offshore training facilities were still
operating. After a good tour, we went to look at the first cycle.

As the cart, pulled by a magnificent white male approached I could see that
the slaves had been lined up in blocks of two hundred. All were of course
nude. Most already had tans, these slaves had been slowly sent here over
the last three weeks. Their training had officially started today, but it
looked to me like they were accepting their new role already. As we
stopped, every single slave bowed as I stepped down. All the guards and
instructors saluted.

The first thing I noticed was no weapons were visible. All the guards and
instructors carried pain sticks. The only weapons present were carried by
my own SS Security Detail.

"Would you like to have a look at them Mr. Vice President?" General Ford
asked.

"Yes I would. Come along Steven."

"Yes Master." He fell in one step behind me as I walked to closest line of
men.

There was a real spread of ethnic groups in the men I was looking at. I
stopped at one came close to him.

"Your in very good shape. You would make a fine horseman."

"No matter Master, this still isn't right. I got to work for nothing for 15
years and then what do I do? Some menial job?"

"Fifteen years, that means you are thirty. Has no one explained the Slavery
Laws to you?"

"No Master."

"Well, I am going to give you a quick lesson. You are thirty and at forty
five you will become a free man again. For each hour you work, you will be
credited at the SPE, one dollar. After 15 years you will have a minimum of
6,000 dollars to your credit. Upon release from servitude you will be paid
a lump sum of all that money. You will also be free to work anywhere in the
Republic. At that point you can do anything you wish, even travel, because
you will also receive identification showing that you are a freeman and
issued a passport."

"It's still slavery Master."

"Yes it is and you just have to accept it. The penalties for not are too
high for you to contemplate."

"I know Master."

I continued on down the line. I knew not every slave sent for training
would be in as good a shape as these. I did see a few that would benefit
from all the exercise these slaves would receive over the next 3 months. I
was coming to the end of the line. I saw a man with scowl on his face. As I
got close he spit on uniform.

"Cocksucker." He yelled.

Two of my guards brought up their weapons. I held my hand up to stop them
as two instructors grabbed him and forced him to his knees.

Steven ran up and wiped the spit off my uniform.

"He's a pig Master."  "What do you wish done with him Mr. Vice President?"
General Ford asked.

"Move him out in front please."

As everyone moved out of earshot, I asked Steven what he thought I should
do.

He told me and I asked him if he wanted to do it."

"Oh yes Master."

"If you want to say something to him you may Steven."

"Thank you Master."

"Bring a cart over. Tie him with his legs spread and cuff his hands. Two of
you hold him up."

Once he was up and ready, I turned to the assembled Slaves.

"Hate me all you want. Disrespect the office I hold or the Republic will
not be tolerated."

"Go ahead Steven."

"You spit on my Master. Spitting on my Master is like Spitting on the
President. You are a pig and now I am going to treat you like one." Steven
yelled.

He stepped close to the man, reached out gripped both his cock and balls
and just sliced them off. The man let out a piercing scream and would have
fallen if two instructors were not holding him. I don't think Steven
realized what would happen completely. The front of his shirt and pants
were instantly covered in bright red blood. He stepped back to late. He
climbed down and bowed to me.

"I'm sorry Master, I got real dirty."

"Better get those pants off before the blood soaks through onto your
Speedos."

He undid his pants looked and with a resigned look did them up again.

"It's too late Master."

"Relax Steven, I will deal with it later. Next time Steven, stand to one
side, not in front."

"I'll remember Master."

The man on the cart bled out and the instructors just dropped him to the
ground.

"I think I'm done here." I said.

We were carried back to my quarters. When the two slave boys saw Steven,
they knew what was going to happen to him. Both were very subdued.

"Steven, go clean up and change and then come and see me." I said in a
stern voice.

"Yes Master." He said, he almost in tears.

Steven came back in spotless Speedos and t-shirt. He stood in front of me
with his head down. I had a very tough time not laughing.

"Get them off boy."  Steven was very quick to undress. I knew the door was
open to the other bedroom and both slave boys were listening.

"Come over here boy." I said loudly. I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

I pulled him across my lap and leaned down close to his head.

"When I hit you Steven I want you scream your head off and keep screaming
until I stop." I said quietly.

He nodded his head.

I slapped his cute brown butt about ten times. With each blow Steven
screamed and cried for me to please stop. They were not much more than love
taps on his ass. There was not a chance in hell I would punish Steven. I
loved my Aide almost as much as I loved Simon. When I let him up he
continued to cry, but was smiling too.

"Let that be a lesson to you boy. Next time you won't sit for a month." I
said sternly

"Yes Master. I promise."

Then I pulled him close and kissed him.

"Now get dressed boy and get me a drink."

After enjoying Steven and both boys that night, the following day Sam took
me to the SS facility built close to the camp. It was no more than an
execution chamber and incinerator. Anyone condemned to death was hanged and
their bodies were burned. It was if nothing else very efficient. Maybe this
was the solution I was looking for. I headed over to the Headquarters
building and alone in an office contacted General Thompkins.

I was very surprised when it turned out to be a video call. Steven was
really impressed. We were in the Arizona desert and the General was in
Washington.

"General, you wanted my opinion on what to do with the Juvenile
prisoners. Well this is just an opinion, you will have to make the
decision. You know how I feel about anyone black."

"I understand that Mr. Vice President."

"If you disagree, then we will have to go to the Council for a decision."

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, I think first offence prisoners should be forced to work on road
gangs, like the chain gangs used to do. They can spend their sentence time,
cleaning up the millions of miles of roads in this country. Also I think
anyone especially young blacks, will see these young blacks forced to work
out their sentences and might think twice before the commit a minor crime."

"Capital offences, should be treated as all Capital offences are treated."

"Now we come to the long term prisoners. I think all non violent offenders
should have ten years tacked on their sentences and sent for slave
training."

That leaves the violent offenders. From some of the files you sent me, It
would be very hard for me to release these guys back into society. The only
solution I can think of would be to put them in the same category as
Capital offences. The only difference is I would send them to one of your
facilities a long way from prying eyes."

"While we are on the subject, some of the judges are finding it very hard
to incarcerate black boys." The General said.  "General, it's the same
problem the old republic had. Slap a kid on the wrist he's 9 times out of
ten going to reoffend. I suggest you set down guidelines for all
judges. Warn them that if they don't follow the guidelines, they could end
up on the other side of the bench."

"Sir, you are in Arizona. Could you meet with me in Yuma tomorrow? I'll
send an SS helicopter to pick you and your party up."

"Okay General. We will talk then." I hung up.

"Master, does that mean even black boys can be killed?"

"Yes Steven, I'm afraid it does."

"Master, you shouldn't feel bad about it. Even on the Island, sometimes
when a boy or girl did something really bad the elders would tie them to
the tidal posts. Not every one is good Master."

I pulled Steven on to my lap and kissed him.

"Steven you are a very smart young man. You are very right. Not all boys
are good boys. But you my very nice boy are the best boy I have ever had."

I ran my hand down over his very smooth body. I slipped my hand inside his
Speedos.

"Master, you are going to make me get dirty."

"I suggest boy, you take them off."

Steven slipped off my lap and quickly undressed. I pulled him back onto my
lap and kissed him again. As I slowly ran my hands over his very smooth
body he got rock hard and started to leak. `Oh Master' he purred.

With both hands I lifted him onto the desk and bent over and slipped his
very nice cock into my mouth. His very thick almost 6 inch cock felt so
great. He started to wreath on the desk.

"Master!" He almost yelled and I tasted his sweet spunk as it blasted into
my mouth.

After I made sure I had got it all I sat back. He lifted his legs, exposing
that cute rose bud between his very nice cheeks.

"Take me please Master." He pleaded.

I dropped my shorts as I stood up. I pulled him close to the edge and
rammed my cock into him. He yelped and then his eyes rolled up.

"Oh yes Master." He moaned.

Steven was one boy I would never get enough of. What he could do to a cock
inside him you could write volumes on. Just from the way his muscles worked
on my cock, it never took long for me to unload into him. Once was never
enough inside him. I just continued as he purred in total
contentment. After I blew my second load of the day into him I pulled
out. Before he could sit up I slipped down and ran my tongue into his
hole. He lost control and his cock fired his sperm all over his chest and
stomach. After I stood back, I bent down and licked up the splashes of
tasty spunk from his stomach and chest. I then sat down and Steven dropped
between my legs and licked and sucked me clean.

"I love you Master." He purred.

"I love you too Steven, almost as much as I love my Simon."

"I love your Master too."

"Okay Steven get that cute butt back into your Speedos. We still have work
to do."

We both went out and climbed onto a cart. The horseman wasn't as good as
either of mine and I made a note from now on to bring mine with me.

"Training area." I said and he trotted off.

When a slave arrived for training, there were put into different
categories. Based on weight, height, muscles, looks etc. Most were not
tested further. Most would end up in one of several positions. Domestic
were the most common. Then there were factory and farm workers. Lastly sex
slaves. Some that were exceptionally muscled were checked out as potential
Horsemen. If they were accepted as Horsemen, they usually ended up in a
very good position with a lot more privileges.

"Well see any you like Steven?"

We climbed down to watch the training. I heard a scream and turned to see
one of them on ground screaming. I heard the trainer yelling at him.

"Your not putting any effort into it boy. Either you start or I shove this
stick up your ass."

"Does it really hurt Master?" Steven asked.

"You never felt a pain stick?"

"No Master."

"Yes love, it really hurts. Even more if it is shoved up your ass."

Steven and I just walked. Watching the training exercises.

"He's cute Master." Steven said.  I looked at boy Steven was looking
at. For an Asian boy, he really was cute. He was about the same height as
Steven and slightly lighter built. Shaved, I could see his 4 inch uncut
cock pushed up by the rings.

"Not bad Steven. You want him?"

Steven's eyes got as big as saucers.

"Master, I can't own slaves. I'm just a slave."

"Steven, tell me what you would do if I freed you."

"But Master, I love you. I want to be your slave."

"Would you still want me if you were not a slave?"

"Master, I will stay with you forever if you want me."

"Steven, I do want you forever. So now you are free to choose. You Steven
are now a freeman under all the laws of the New Republic."

It took a while for it to sink in what I had said, then he flung himself
into my arms crying. I held him until he had control of himself.

"Now that you free, you can own slaves. Do you want that boy?"

Simon looked long and hard at the Asian boy and then turned to me.

"If I am free to choose, can I look some more?"

I laughed out loud.

"Yes Love we can look some more."

"Thank you Master."  "It's not Master anymore Steven. I want you to call me
Jay."

He started to walk along all the training slaves really looking at each. I
was not sure what exactly he wanted, but as I had said, it was his
choice. I saw Sam and Arum talking up ahead and told one of my guards I
wanted see him. He trotted off.

A few moments later Sam came up and bowed.

"Sam you don't have to bow to me. You are a freeman and one of the most
valuable officers of the New Republic."

"Regardless of what some paper says, you are still my Master."

I looked to see Steven and Arum now inspecting a black boy. That surprised
me. I didn't know there were blacks in this cycle.

"What's with the black boy?"

Actually Sir he is not alone. There are about 30 blacks in this training
cycle. All have been preselected to be domestics."

"Well I suspect that one might be more than just a domestic."

"You want him Sir?"

"No, but Steven might."

"I don't understand Sir. Under the laws, slaves can't own slaves."

"Steven is no longer a slave. I freed him."

"If you haven't already, you might consider freeing Arum."

Sam looked at me so I just went one step further.  "I'm sure Steven would
love to his best man and I would happily be yours at your wedding."

I think if anything Sam's eyes got bigger than Stevens. When the
implications of what said sunk in he was very quick.

"Arum, get your ass over here."

Arum saw me first and bowed first to me and then Sam. Before he could speak
Sam started right in.

Stand up straight boy. Arum I have been very remiss in my duties. I want to
correct that error now. I am no longer your Master and you are no longer my
slave."

I watched the face of Arum and saw the tear ducts going into overdrive.

"Arum, I can't do what I want to do if you are my Slave. Therefore I am
freeing you and hope against hope you will marry me."

That took all of a second to sink in and Arum was in Sam's arms.

"Thank you Master, uh Jay." Steven said.

"Your very welcome."

Well Steven, have you decided?' I said.

"Yes Master. I'm sorry but you will always be my Master. I will try to call
you Jay, but it really hard."

"Well do you want him or don't you?"

"Yes Jay. Thank you Mr. Vice President."

"Sam, Steven wants that boy." I heard quietly from Arum, 'Damn if I'd known
I was free I would have wanted him.'

Sam and I burst out laughing. Sam ordered one of the trainers to have the
black boy sent to my quarters.

We all climbed on the cart and I ordered the horseman to take us to
headquarters.

We all walked into General Fords office. He jumped to attention as I walked
in.

"General, under the Laws of the New Republic any two free persons can be
joined for life. I want you, as an officer of the New Republic to join Sam
and Arum. I will act as a witness for Sam and Steven will act for Arum."

It even took several moments for it to sink into General Fords head. I knew
and he knew that the law was aimed at male/female couples, but it did not
say that anywhere. I made sure when the Law was written it was specified
that only male/female couples were not necessary. So any two men or women
could be joined.

The very quick ceremony that followed was totally nonsecular. Although
religion and religious practices had not been banned in the New
Republic. Preaching treason or sedition from the pulpit was. Both crimes
were Capital offences. The Church of the Latter day Saints, thought wrongly
that they were immune to the Laws of the New Republic.

In a speech inside a church in Salt Lake City, an elder of the Church
ordered total resistance to the heathen blacks that now controlled the
country. Simon had watched the program and had told General Thompkins what
to do.

The next morning Salt Lake City had woken to find every single elder of the
church hanging from lamp posts in downtown. There has not been a peep from
that church since or any other for that matter.

Might is definitely Right in the New Republic.

We had a party in my quarters that night to celebrate. Sam and Arum made a
perfect couple. They loved each other with a real inside love that I knew
would last forever.

While Steven took his new slave to bed, I took the slaves I had brought
with me. In the morning both appeared to be happy. Steven was completely
satisfied with his new slave. I wasn't yet sure of the slave boy. This was
going to add a new dimension to everything. Having black boys as slaves had
never been envisioned in the New Republic.

In the morning after breakfast, an SS helicopter arrived to take me to
Yuma. Sam would accompany me on this trip. I left Steven and his new slave
boy to sort things out. I knew what this trip was about and explained all I
could to Sam. He liked the idea of road gangs, but was unsure of the other
ideas I had given to General Thompkins. The flight was over barren
desert. We landed in the exercise yard of Yuma Federal Prison.

Yuma Prison had been around for a long time. Once the only prison in the
southwest it had been the holding facility for almost all of the southwest
territories long before any of them became states. It had been changed and
modernized over the years. Now it was classified as one of the most secure
Prisons in the Country. When we landed I saw that more construction was
going on. It was very quiet as we walked over to enter.

We were met by General Thompkins. After a quick tour we ended up in the
office of the late warden. He had been executed for crimes against the
State.

"Mr. Vice President, I have looked at all your suggestions and opinions
very closely. I have made my decision. Sam you will be receiving two groups
of prisoners. All short term prisoners will be delegated to work off their
sentences on work gangs. All non violent long term prisoners will be sent
to for training. All Violent offenders will be transferred here."

"Mr. Vice President, all political prisoners will now be sent here. Also
any foreign nationals caught outside the limitations of the law. Any Slave
caught outside the five mile limit of his coding will also be sent here."

"Mr. Vice President, State Security has been hard pressed to deal with all
the bodies involved to date. This facility will fix that problem. You all
saw the construction as you flew in. That's a new power plant complex. All
those executed here will feed the boilers. The power will go back onto the
grid."

"Before you say anything Mr. Vice President, I have talked to the President
and he has signed off on my decisions."

"All I was going to say General was that I was very glad you made the
decisions. You know my feelings regarding blacks."

"Sir, I am also black, but like you I could not see putting those black
bastards back on street, just to have us do it all over again."

"The President also said something else. He said all decisions would now
come under the Second Commandment of the Master. I'm not sure what that is
Sir."

I was, but knew that not even the council had seen that particular
document. Simon had showed it to me soon after My Master had turned over
Command of the BRA to him. If Simon was now invoking the Commandments then
both Sam and General Thompkins needed to be brought into the picture.

"General Thompkins, I want you and Sam in the Oval Office at 0900 on Monday
next week."

"Yes Sir." They both said.

General Thompkins then took us over to the power facility. It was almost
totally automated. Guards only need slip nooses on condemned prisoners. The
facility took over from there. It was simple in a complicated way. Sounds
contradictory, but not really. The furnaces were gas fired, which brought
the temperature inside to almost 2,000 degrees. The bodies added to the
heat and cut down on gas use.

The condemned were brought to a platform above the floor. A noose made of a
completely consumable material was slipped over their heads. The noose was
then slipped over a chain. The chain dragged the prisoner from the platform
out over the floor where he strangled to death. A continuous spray washed
all the fluids that leaked from the dead bodies away. The hooks
automatically released the bodies into a hopper. The hopper fed a conveyor
that put the bodies into the incinerator at a specified rate to keep the
temperature inside constant. The General said on the average about 5,000
prisoners could be executed a day, although right now that was less than
2000. We stood inside a glass control room as about a hundred prisoners
were executed. It was very efficient.

General Thompkins said that although some prisoners were held for
interrogation, most were only at the facility for less than an hour before
they ended up on the platform. He also said that an identical room like
this was under construction that would be used if the volume increased
enough to warrant it's use.

"Excellent General." I said.

"How are you getting them all here?"

"We have dedicated trains that come form 10 collection points throughout
the country. On the average one train and 5,000 prisoners arrive each
day. The prisoners are stripped, cuffed and fed into the system. We
actually have only about 200 men here. Most are used to control the
prisoners from the train to the line leading here. Some of course are used
in administration and interrogation."

"Very good General. I think I've seen enough."

We went back to the office and had a drink. The General ordered our
helicopter and we talked until it arrived.

When we were back in our quarters, I knew something was on Sam's mind.

"Spit it out Sam. What's on your mind."

"Sir, I noticed the condemned crossed all ethnic lines including blacks."

"Sam, the NSA now monitories all communication in this country. Anything
picked up that could be construed as seditious or treasonable is
automatically reported to the appropriate agency. If it is found to be true
the person or persons responsible are arrested and after interrogation
either released or condemned to death. Black, white or other ethnic, no
difference."

"I guess I better be careful what I say on the phone." He laughed.

"Not to worry Sam. Not all of the Secretaries or Directors are
watched. Well let us say that the SPE and SS are exempt."

I had Sam lay on my aircraft for the next day. I had some unfinished
business to take care of waiting at Camp David.

The flight back was again uneventful. Steven sat beside me and his new
slave sat with the other two boys. They got along just fine. I'm sure they
were telling him everything that might be required of him now that he a
slave to Steven. I was wondering what Simon would think of a black slave in
our household now.

Everything that had been done to date in the New Republic had been
preparing the entire country for the enactment of The Slave Laws. That was
about to change. There was only one thing left to do to sweep the old
United States of America away.

When I arrived in Washington, I sent Steven and the boys back to the White
House and boarded a helicopter for Camp David. Everything was ready when I
arrived. I stood in the shadows as the old President of the United States
and his family were brought in one by one forced to kneel and a bullet was
shot into the back of their heads. They were put in plane coffins and their
bodies shipped to Yuma to the furnaces. It was quick and as merciful as I
could manage.

I had no regrets. He had been white. Now with him gone and Simon about to
use the Commandments of my Master, everything was about to change for the
New Republic. I climbed back aboard the helicopter and was back at the
White house in time to greet my love when he arrived.

After a long session of kissing and hugging we sat alone in one of the
sitting rooms.

"It is done love. The remnant of the Old Republic is gone." I said.

"Good. Now dawns the New Republic. Has Generals Thompkins and Dakota been
informed?"

"They will be here at 0900 on Monday."

"What do you think Thompkins and Dakota will say when I ask them to jack
off in front of us both?" He chuckled.

"Well, My Master's edict is pretty clear even if it is a little bazaar."

"Well I see his point. That will really join all four of us into a single
unit."

"Sam will understand part of it being Native, but I am not sure of General
Thompkins."

"They both will accept it or else." Simon said.

"Your not planning on telling them here love. Regardless of how good we
sweep this place, I don't trust anyone here."

"No I think Camp David. I would prefer the Island, but Air Force One can't
land there."

I picked up a phone and ordered the CDS to send the Third Regiment to
secure Camp David. I also order 100 SS Guards to patrol the inside
perimeter. I told to ensure that no one came within 100 yards of any
building. All were to be in place by noon Monday.

When I was done Simon notified all the Councilors to be at Camp David by
1100 hundred on Monday.

Then we retired for a very hot night of sex.

TBC