Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2010 05:53:05 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: White Slave 28

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 28

Everyone was smiling the next morning. Even Justine and Saul seemed more
happy. I had a wonderful night with Simon. Another morning of relaxing,
swimming in the clear warm water of the cove we packed everything up and
headed back just after a quick lunch.

The short weekend away, had done wonders for me. I was more relaxed and
happy. Arriving back, I dismissed everyone and told them all to change and
head for the beach. After a long hot shower with Thomas, we both donned
clean clothes and walked to the beach. I was almost mobbed by the very
happy boys cavorting on the beach. Most were nude and some I saw were
making love right on the beach. Peppi and Juan had laid on a very good
spread and had already started to Bar-b cue steaks. I saw several of the
guard force present and shortly after I arrived the Colonel and my Master
showed up.

"Have fun Jay?" My Master asked.

"Yes Master. Just what the Doctor ordered. I guess I really needed it."

"Well you were getting a little bit on edge. Time you relaxed."

Very much later the Doctor came down to enjoy some of the fun. This time he
had an Asian boy in tow. My Master and the Colonel also had two new Asian
boys with them. Well I guess there were a lot to chose from now, with
almost 600 slaves in training.

The only sour point of the whole day, was when the Doctor informed me
James' father had died the night before. I figured I would need to arrange
for his burial.

When the party on the beach broke up very late, I saw most of the boys
carrying their Speedos and t-shirts. I guess none of them wanted to take a
chance on being caught in dirty clothes. It made me happy that I would not
need to punish anyone after such a fun and happy day.

Saul was waiting for me in my suite when I got there. I fucked him three
times that night and he was very good in bed. He seemed almost insatiable,
not like how Justine had described him at all. Early in the morning Simon
and Nino joined us and while Simon fucked Saul, I screwed Nino. Nino was
just as happy to get screwed all the time as Simon had said. Simon and I
watched as Saul took Nino and then reversed. Both boys would and could wear
us both out. We had a very good and very tiring night.

In the morning, Saul assisted me in my morning ritual. After I dismissed
him, telling him to keep Justine happy. After breakfast and making sure
everything was running smoothly, I headed for Headquarters.

One thing that Steven had given me was a password that would let me into
any site within Homeland Security. It was an administrators pass word. So
no one ever questioned any site I entered. I finally found Justice 1's
personal file logs. That was real eye opener after reading exactly what and
who Justice 1 was. I had thought he was maybe the Attorney General, but in
reality he was a special prosecutor appointed by the President to find and
prosecute anyone trying to cause either terrorist attacks against the
country or any group that tried to overthrow the US Government. That meant
he was the one after the BRA. The forces he had available were also an eye
opener as far as the extent that he could call on. The primary resources he
had came from the Secret Service, FBI, CIA, DIA, Coast Guard, Military
Intelligence, NCIS, and JAG. He could also, with just a word call on any
local or state police force for help. It gave him almost unlimited power to
investigate and prosecute.

When I showed it to my Master, he was impressed that one man could wield
such power without consent.

"Have you been in the Slave Center lately Jay?"

"No Master. Simon tells me most of what happens each day."

"Well I want you to spend at least some time there. Also I have decided we
will start breeding slaves. You can get your boys over and start clearing
the area where the new breeding quarters will be built. There is a path
from the Manor House that leads to the back edge of the main camp. That
path can be enlarged to a road and an area of about 200 yards long by 100
yards wide needs to be cleared next to the back of the camp. I'm putting
you in charge of getting the area ready. I need it done as quick as
possible."

"Yes Master."

"I know you will not agree with me, but I am also assigning about 150 labor
slaves to you. They are useless for anything else. You may use them as you
see fit. Normally all those who are found useless are now just put down,
but because of the amount of work that is now needed to be done, I think
they could do it."

What my Master really meant was they could if necessary be worked to death,
as they had been on the road construction. So now my Master was making me
an executioner by working slaves to death. It was almost a page from
history.

"I understand Master."  I began to wonder if all this activity on this
private island was peaking any ones curiosity. When I broached the subject,
my Master assured me everything was going according to plans and the Island
was safe from prying eyes. I thought about all the Spy satellites flying
around above us and wondered. Having an ear and eye on the Homeland
Security website sure helped to alleviate my fears. However, there was
still the NSA I worried about.

That evening, with the help of Justine, Samson and Papa, I picked ten boys
to oversee the clearing operation. The next day, I took all 10 out to give
them their orders. All 10 were not the largest of boys, but all were very
loyal and would do anything I asked regardless.

"Beginning in the New Year, my Master is going to start breeding
slaves. One thing it will mean to each of you, is that if you want you may
be allowed to impregnate a female. Now in order to do what my Master wants,
he needs an area to build the new clinic and quarters. That is going to be
your job. What is going to happen is, 150 labor slaves will be assigned to
you. Fifteen for each of you plus a few of my own boys. Each group will be
responsible for clearing about 200 square yards of jungle. Some of the area
will be easy and if you finish yours first, you will of course help the
others. First off I want an area in each sector cleared to burn
undergrowth. Any really good timber can be saved, but everything else will
be burned.

As to the slaves you get to use from the camp, you can work them as hard as
you like. Any that are no longer capable of working or any that refuse to
work will be turned over to the guards. I need the area cleared as quick as
possible. Any questions?"

"Master, will it be necessary to dig a pit for the ones that are killed,
like they did on the road construction?"

"That will be up to the guards to decide."

"Master can they be used."

"You mean can you fuck their asses? I don't see any reason why not."

I gave each a pain stick and a starter. The Starter was just a long piece
of rope with knots tied in the end. It didn't break the skin, but hurt like
hell. I also told them, there would be plenty of water available. I
assigned both Thomas and Aaron as water boys and toilets boys. They could
do both the slaves supplied by the camp, any guards and my boys. I figured
if nothing got them off their habit, that would.

I took James to bed that night and told him I would arrange for his fathers
funeral. He asked if it could be a traditional Island Funeral. That meant
he wanted his father's body burned on a pyre. I told him I would get the
elder from the village to prepare it. James was as good in bed as any of
the other boys. It seemed that all the boys had experienced anal sex long
before they joined me. There were very few virgins anywhere on the Island
unless you wanted a very young boy or girl. Although knowing some of the
things some of the guard force liked, I wasn't even sure if there were
actually any virgins anywhere to be had. Most now were among the slaves as
they were brought in and in most cases they did not last long either. One
exception I knew was the Native boy Simon said he was bringing me.

The next day, I took my 10 boys down to meet up with the guards and their
charges. They didn't look very good even as labor slaves. Most were skinny
or over weight. Also most were either scarred or had multiple tattoos. The
area each was section was to clear had been marked off with tape. Some
areas were really overgrown, while others would be easy to clear. I noticed
all the guards were armed. I made sure they knew that none of my boys was
to be touched. I left them to it.

Talking to my Master that night, he told me the use of slave labor to do
all of the heavy work would continue all the time now. I could appoint boys
from my slaves to be overseers to them. I wasn't sure if that was a good
idea or not. Having slaves control slaves, might make them more brutal. He
said I wasn't any more or less brutal than I was when I had no slaves.

Well as he always said, Time would tell all.

Time was getting close to the shut down of power in LA. My Master told me
all the transformers were he hoped ready. Several specialized units from
his army were now in LA, to help create an even bigger riot. A tape,
purported to have been made by an offshore terrorist group, claiming
responsibility for the blackout, would be delivered to CNN at 1200 o'clock
LA time. The exact time of the blackout.

I watched as each morning the ten boys appointed as overseers to slave
labor force headed out to work. Most appeared happy and when I questioned
they said that most of the slave labor were very lazy. It made it very hard
to get them to work.

"How many have you all lost so far?"

"Almost 50 Master, but each morning more are added. They even brought a
large group of older guys, all white. They are the worst."

Older guys? I went down to look at the progress. My own crew of outside
boys had finished the new road in less than a week. When I got to area, I
saw that it was probably only 25% complete and yet they had been at it for
almost 2 weeks. Something had to change or it would never get done.

"Line them up." I ordered the Senior Sergeant."

After all 150 slaves were lined up, I walked along there lines looking at
them. I saw what one of my boys meant when he said older guys. About 50
were much older men, some I figured as old as thirty, but none under
25. Why had I Master brought them in was a wonder. The older a person, the
harder to train as a slave.  "You may all think that by doing as little as
possible you are delaying me or my Master. You are wrong. However if I see
any man not pulling his weight and working as hard as possible I will have
him castrated on the spot and then you live the rest of your very long
life, and I will make damn sure anyone I castrate lives a long life. It you
think I can't or won't do it, just try me."

"I aren't working for no nigger lover." Came from a large man on the end of
one of the rows. He was part of the older group, who I noticed where really
chained together. A regular chain gang.

"Well not only am I a negro lover, I also like negro's in my bed."

"A fucking faggot too. Fuck you white boy. I will never work for you ever."

"Hold him." I ordered several guards.

"Thomas, go to the house and bring back the same kind of wire you used on
the boy in the basement."

"Yes Master." He bounded away down the short road to the manor.

The big white man had been dragged to the front of the formation. His hands
were tied behind his back. A few minutes later Thomas came back.

"Remember how you tied that boy so he would not bleed Thomas?"

"Yes Master."

"Tie the white man the same way."

The guy screamed and cussed as Thomas worked to get the wire tight around
his sack above his big nuts. It's really too bad these guys didn't want to
cooperate, some of them were hung pretty good.

"If you thought I was kidding, you are very mistaken."

After Thomas stood back, I looked along the rows of slaves. All were
watching me.

"Put him on his back and pull his legs apart." I ordered.

That proved easier said than done. He was strong as an ox and it took six
guards to finally subdue him and get him spread out on the ground. I looked
down at his fairly massive cock and huge balls.

"Too bad you didn't cooperate. Your really nicely hung."

"Fuck you nigger lover."

"Well that is one thing you will never do again. IF you had cooperated you
might have even had a chance to fuck me for real." I laughed.

A guard handed me a short knife. I tested the edge. It was razor sharp.

"Nice." I said to him.

The man on the ground started to scream as I knelt between his legs. I
reached down and grabbed his balls and pulled. I saw the tight wire Thomas
had tied around the top of his sack. Placing the knife just below the wire,
I sliced his balls and sack off. He let out a howling scream of pure
anguish, knowing I had just castrated him. I stood up with the bloody sack
in my hand.

I looked at the two balls in my hand and then tossed them into the fire.

"Take him to the hospital and have the doctor close him up. Then bring him
back."

"If I see anyone not working full out from now on, that's what you will end
up like. I'll castrate every single one of you if I have too. Now get back
to fucking work." I walked back to the cart that Justine had brought down
and sat to watch.

I motioned one of the guards over.

"When that man comes back, tie him to one of the trees. When they are done
to day, emasculate him and burn his body."

"Yes Sir."

I watched them work, now much harder than before. I finally had Justine
take me to the Slave training area. I found Simon near the area the
horsemen were trained. He was berating one of the Instructors. When he was
done he just walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss.

"Problems with your Instructors love?" I asked.

"Not really, some are reluctant to use pain inducement on the slaves."

"So where is this virgin Native boy, you said I might like?"

"Well, I thought he was a virgin and that is what he claimed, but a pain
stick in his ass went in too easy. He may not have been fucked for a while,
but I would swear he had it before."

"No Matter." I said.

"Jimbo!" Simon yelled.

"Yes Sir."

"Go get the Native boy and bring him here."

One thing I noticed was, that all the Instructors were wearing the same
Island Native shorts. Covering their ample endowment, but leaving their
muscular asses open. Very nice view as Jimbo jogged away.

"So, you said this boy, knows who I am? Have you found out how he knows
me?"

"No, but his story is a little far fetched."

I just looked at Simon.

"First he said he was picked up on a reservation in northern Montana. Well
none of the batch he came in with are from the US. All came from
Canada. Then he said he snuck aboard the truck the boys from Alberta were
being moved in, supposedly to get away from the town he was in."

"Now that might be the case, but all the other boys on that truck were
sedated. He was the only one not sedated and not tied when they stopped to
transfer them to the container. No one seemed to notice and he was loaded
with all the rest. When he arrived here, he was an extra and his first
words were he would work for you, but only you. Even after being subjected
to several shots from the pain stick, including twice in his ass, he still
insisted he would only be your slave."

"The Colonel wanted to interrogate him, but I talked him into letting you
do it. The Colonel would have probably tortured the kid to death, weather
he got any information or not."

I never said anything.

"The Colonel uses about four boys a week to experiment on. He is trying to
find the most effective technique to extract information."

"Maybe he should try a few of those white assholes from the chain gang."

"He has, but he found that the older a person is, the more resistance there
is to torture."

"I think he likes to hear them scream too." I said.

"That too."

I had watched the tape of the interrogation of the boy that had sent the
phone message about my purported death. He had lasted almost three days
under the Colonels knife. Screaming his heart out the whole time. I could
not believe that the kid was still alive after three days even after being
dismembered with a cutting torch, piece by piece. The colonel had finally
just slit his throat to end it.

He was one person I never ever wanted to cross.

I watched as two instructors practically dragged the Native boy to the
cart. He was tied with his behind his back. A ball gag filled his mouth and
he had ankle restraints on.

"Put him in the cart." I ordered.

The two instructors almost tossed him into the back of the cart.

By not talking he had added a few bruises to his small body.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Don't know, but I heard once, if their old enough to bleed, their old
enough to butcher."

"Yes, I suppose." I laughed.

We enjoyed a long kiss and I groped him.

"Damn, now I will have to find someone to take care of that." He chuckled.

"Well love, I would suck you off, but I might make these instructors
jealous." I smiled.

He patted me on my semi hard cock and turned away. I told Justine to take
me over to the exercise field. I sat there and watched about a hundred
Asian boys going through a mired set of exercises. All looked real
good. Getting bored I told Justine to take me to the house, via the back
road. I stopped and watched the work force for a bit.  There was a weird
smell in the air I could not place. I heard a blood curdling scream and one
of the slaves ran from the area he was working. I saw a long black snake
had a grip on his leg. One of the guards sliced the snake off near its
head. The slave dropped to the ground and wreathed for a bit before laying
still. A guard checked him, shook his head. Another guard helped him pick
the slave up. They carried him to one of the big fires and tossed his body
into the flames. I knew now where the smell came from. I wondered how many
we lost to snakes, not that it really mattered.

"Home Justine."

When I got to the Manor house, I had Papa and Thomas take the Native boy
down to the basement and strap him to the table. I went and grabbed a cold
beer. Damn it was hot today. I walked down to the basement. At least it was
a lot cooler down here. I walked up and looked at the Native boy. The first
thing I noticed was his very prominent tits. Almost as big as a young
girls. The cock between his legs proved he was definitely male. With his
arms pulled up some of his ribs showed. I removed the ball gag. Thomas had
also strapped down his thighs and waist. I saw a single wire coming out
from under one thigh. I looked at Thomas.

"Master, I put the anal probe in cause I wanted strap his thighs down."

I didn't say anything just lifted the boys cock. He had the new cock and
ball arrangement fitted. He was cut too.

"I'm going to ask you several questions. If you don't answer truthfully, I
will now give you a short demonstration of what is going to happen. Thomas,
strip and take the inspection position."

I turned to the machine, turned it on. I set the voltage at 1000 volts and
the amps at 25. I picked up one wire and turned to Thomas. He got hard as I
attached the wire to his copper band. I figured Thomas might pass out when
the thousand volts shot through his cock, so I moved one of the chain
hoists closer. I put cuffs on Thomas and then hoisted him up until he was
in plane view of the boy on the table. Thomas looked very scared and boy on
the table was very wide eyed.

I picked up the ground wire and pushed it against the head of Thomas'
leaking cock. The reaction was instantaneous. His whole body arched almost
in half and a horrid scream of pain escaped from his mouth. The touch
lasted less than I think a hundredth of a second, but his screams went on
and on. A reaction I did not expect was that his cock ballooned even fatter
than it normally was. Blood hammered into the area of the assault. I stood
back and waited.

Weather it was the pain or something else Thomas finally just went limp. He
wasn't out cold, his eyes still looked at me. I watched as his cock
deflated and his balls relaxed. His eyes watched me as I walked close to
him. They followed my hand as I moved the ground wire to his sack. When I
touched his sack, he let out one scream of pain and passed out. Even out
cold his cock fired off, the first explosive shot hitting the feet of the
Native boy almost five feet away. The rest splattered the floor between him
and the table. I removed the wire from his ring and walked back over to the
table.

"Please Master, I will tell you anything."

"I know you will."

I reset the machine back to 100 volts and .5 amps. No use killing the
Native boy yet. If I killed him at all.

He watched as I connected wires to him and plugged them into the machine. I
didn't put needles into his balls or cock as I had done with Thomas. I did
put banana clips on his tits and he yelped when the teeth bit into his
flesh. I attached the ground to his ankle and stood back. Tears were
already running down his face.

"What's your name boy?"

"Sandy Master."

"How old are you Sandy?"

"I don't know Master."

"Wrong answer Sandy."

I turned and hit the button that was the manual control for the
machine. One hundred volts at .5 Amp coursed through his young body. He
screamed in pain. It was very brief. He laid on the table panting, tears
streaming down his face.

"Sandy, I can keep this up forever if I wish. Telling me you don't know how
old you are is tantamount to lying."

"Master, I don't know when I was born."

"I'll accept that for now. Now you can tell me why you are here?"

"I want you to be my Master. I want to be your slave."

"Why?"

He just remained silent on the table.

I held the button on the machine down for perhaps 5 seconds as he screamed
his heart out. When I stopped his whole body was bathed in sweat.

"Master." He croaked.

Master, I heard the men talking about you. They said for a white slave you
were different. You loved your slaves. They laughed at that and said
someday you would be screaming. I didn't understand what they meant."

"When did they say this and where? Understand boy, I enjoy what I am doing
to you. I don't care if you want to be my slave or not. The last one that
said what you are saying came here to kill me. I'll torture you until I
know the whole truth."

"Master when I was very young, before I even had any hair, my Brother raped
me. When I told my Dad he laughed and fucked me too. I became their
slave. When I was in Red Deer one day as my brother was shopping I went
into a café to eat. I heard some black guys talking about their full
load. I had seen them drive in, with a big furniture van. They were talking
about a white slave who had too much power, as they said. Always referring
back to their van they hoped I would at least be satisfied now that they
were getting boys from all over. I didn't understand until they said some
of the boys would not be coming back, because you wanted them. I knew then
I wanted you to be my Master."

"You said your brother raped you and yet when you got here you said you
were a virgin, why?"

"They said all you were interested in were virgin boys."

"Bullshit boy." I hammered my thumb down on the button.

I never once I think ever said all I was into was virgins. Granted it was
nice to find one, but they were so far and wide it was hard to actually
have one. Red Cloud had been an exception, nice exception, but he was gone.

What ever age he was, he had a lot of resilience. He screamed his heart out
in pain but always stopped screaming when the current stops lashing his
body. It didn't stop his crying.

I disconnected all the wires except those on his cock and in his
ass. Pushing a lot of current through his tits could kill him.

I turned the machine to 10 amps and 200 volts. In all the time I had
tortured him his cock had remained flaccid. I wanted to see if I could
change that.

I looked at the Colonels Machine. Damn he really had figured it all out and
designed it to match his needs. You could actually shut off power to
different parts. I flipped off the switches to his cock and balls. Now only
the thick steel probe in the kids ass was powered. When I hit the button
his first reaction was a groan, which quickly changed to a scream. His cock
did twitch. Interesting.

The problem with the torture machine was you could not set different levels
of power to each point. It was all or none. I wondered if I could get the
shop to modify my machine so each point could be set. Well that was for
later. I shut down his ass probe and powered his cock and balls., well
cock. The new ring would attack his balls.

What I had not thought about was when power was applied to the ring it
constricted. In reality, no matter what I did, as long as the power was on,
he could never get hard or ejaculate. The ring tightened so tight, it cut
off all circulation. Not thinking about that I hit and held down the manual
button. The boy went crazy on the table. Screaming and thrashing so hard I
thought he might get loose. I released the button. He continued to cry and
scream. I unhooked all the wires from the machine. I knew he had to be
younger than I first thought, but he had an inner strength too. One very
tough kid that I was sure now had been through a lot in his life. I was
sure nothing now I did to him would make him change, either his story or
his will.

I had wanted to break him and feeling that I had failed I turned and
without a thought kicked Thomas in the nuts. He howled anew and went limp
again. I knew this time he was faking. I dropped him to the floor and
ordered him to release the boy and take him to my suite.

"Yes Master." He groaned.

"Thomas, you will not touch him except I will allow you to suck his tits. I
catch you doing anything else boy and I will cut off your nuts and feed
them to you. You will of course take care of any of his bathroom needs."

Thomas knew it was not an idle threat. He had seen me do it before with
boys that were strangled to death.

I walked back up to the sitting room, mixed a stiff drink and wandered out
onto the patio. My Master was sitting back enjoying the late afternoon
heat.

"I have only one question for you love. Why do you bother having the doctor
stitch them up if all that's going to happen to the slaves is that they
will be emasculated and then cremated?"

"Master, I thought maybe if I did one, the rest would fall into line."

"Good idea, but three others were castrated by the guards today."

"It is no lose Master."  "True, but you have the right idea. I think from
now on I will have all labor slaves castrated. They are easier to control."

"Master, the boy I tortured today, said that the men who brought him here
hoped to have me in their grasp to torture. Master am I expendable to you?"

I thought my Master was going to go insane. He came out of the chair so
fast I it smashed against the wall.

"WHAT! What are you saying?" He screamed.

"Master, I know the boy was telling the truth. No one can stand up to the
Colonels torture machine. He said the men that he joined to come here said
they would be very happy when I was in their grasp. From what he said it
was to be soon."

Maybe I was expendable. I didn't know and I knew if it was true, my Master
would not tell me.

My Master grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.

"Jay, as long as I live you will never have to worry about anything. I love
you White Boy."

As long as he lives? Was there a movement a foot to replace him?"

"Master, are you grooming Simon to take over in case you are captured or
killed?"

"Jay, I have known for a long time there are elements within the BRA that
don't want me to the Commander. To answer you, yes Simon will be my
successor."

"He is very young Master. His Father would be better."  "Jay, his Father is
dead. Simon doesn't know yet and please love don't tell him. He was killed
when his yacht was boarded by the US Coast Guard."

"Jay he blew up his yacht with the coast guard on board. He took a lot of
white men with him."

"Master, I will tell Simon. I will only do it at the right time."

"Well you two have the whole of the BRA in your hands, so I guess it is
right that you tell him."

"Master, you are still Commander. I am and always will be your Slave."

"In name only Jay. There are elements within the Bra that feel I am not
doing enough to bring about the downfall of the White Government. They
don't know that it is at this point in time that it is impossible to do all
we want. You proved that with your downloads from Homeland Security. There
are thousands of police and troops allied against what we seek."

"Master, I hope this will not effect the shutdown on New Years eve."

"No Jay, that will happen."

I thought about what my Master had said. Elements within the BRA. Well I
had a complete list of all personal with in the BRA, every single black,
white or native that had helped or were helping the BRA. I saw Samson and
Justine lounging a few feet away.

"Samson, bring my cart. I need to check something at head quarters."

My Master had left to go inside. I did not need to explain to him what I
had in mind. He might just kill me later if I could pull off what I wanted
to do. It did not matter to me anymore. My Master was my God. I would do
anything to help him.

Samson ran me down to the Head quarters. I went into the Computer Center
and sat down in front of my computer terminal. A few seconds later the
Colonel walked in.

"What the fuck are you doing here this late White boy?'

I swiveled around on my chair and looked at the Colonel. Was he part of the
group that wanted my Master gone or was he with my Master to the end.

"Colonel, if you are with those that want my Master gone, then kill me
now. I will never help you."

He stood still and just looked at me. All of sudden he reached down and
grabbed me by the t-shirt. He wrenched me from the chair and slammed me
against one wall. I figured I would be dead shortly.

I saw his massive fist cock back and waited for the blow to fall. Here
inside the computer center he could beat me to death and not a soul would
hear. The blow I was expecting never fell, instead he grabbed my shirt and
hauled me out of the center and tossed me into a chair. He ordered my
guards out. I sat waiting, not sure now what was going to happen next. He
walked to the bar and poured a glass almost half full of amber liquid and
drank it down. He then refilled his glass and poured some into another. He
handed it to me.

"Drink it boy, all of it."

I drank it and almost chocked. It tasted like diesel fuel and burned all
the way down.

I watched as he pulled off his clothes right down to his boxer shorts.

"Take a real good look white boy." He turned his back to me.

In a diagonal line from his left shoulder to his right hip were four light
colored puckers, like round scars. There were several other scars as well.

"In Iraq, your Master saved my life. Everyone else figured I was dead, but
your Master refused to leave me. He saved me. When I got better, I swore I
would support my Commander for the rest of my life. You accuse me of
plotting his death. For that boy, I almost killed you."

"I'm sorry Colonel, but my Master said men were plotting against him. I
only wanted to be sure you were not part of them. It scares me that his own
men could plot his death. I am really scared for him."

"I am too Jay. What were you planning on doing?"

"I was going to find them."

"And then?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I thought I might turn them over to Homeland
Security."

"You do that and your Master will probably kill you himself."

"I know, but I have to do something."

"Even after raping you, abusing you, torturing you, you still really love
him. Don't you?"

I knew tears were starting down my face, but I knew I would always love my
Master even if he did kill me.

"Yes Sir." I said quietly.

He walked over and pulled me into his arms.

"I love him too Jay."

"Will, you, will you help me?" I asked.

"Damn straight boy and when we find them I will kill them with my bare
hands."

He pulled me back into the Computer Center. I sat down and brought up the
enrolment lists of the BRA. If homeland Security ever got a hold of this
list, they could find and arrest every single member of the BRA world wide.

The Colonel told me to go into the occupation lists. Here it listed
everyone by what they were doing for the BRA. I found the list of snatch
teams. Problem was it didn't tell you where each team was working.

"Colonel do you know which team is responsible for Canada?"

"No, but, I do know that Gerald Washington is in charge of the Northern
Area. That is the same area you were taken to first after leaving Texas."

"You mean he was the man in charge of the safe house that was raided?"

"Now that you mention it, yes he was. I wonder?"

That brought another thought to my mind. We had yet to find out who or whom
was feeding information to Homeland Security.

"You don't think he might have told the cops about the safe house, do you?"

"Jay, right now anything is possible."

"Could we ask him?"

"What? You mean ask him if he told Homeland Security?"

"No, ask him who is working in Canada."

"Well, I think he might become suspicious if we just asked him outright. We
need to couch this with a little problem for him." The Colonel got up and
left the center. He came back a few minutes later with a thick file in his
hands.

He thumbed through the file for a bit and then pulled out a sheet of paper.

"This is a request that my Commander is loath to fill. It is from the
President of Liberia. He wants 25 pre-adult boys, all virgins. He has said
he will pay a million for each one."

I thought about that very brutal man I had met in Nigeria. I knew what he
wanted those young boys for and I shuddered.

I still remembered the ten I had picked for him when he was in Nigeria. The
look of lust on his face after I picked them told me their fate was already
decided.

The Colonel picked up a satellite phone and dialed.

"Gerry. Got a special request." I could only hear one side of the
conversation.

"Good Gerry, everything is fine."

"Look Gerry, I need 25 white boys, all virgins, all under
sixteen. Considering all the heat right now in the US, I think you should
grab them from Alberta or BC."

"Well put your best team on it."  "Gerry, this is a priority. When your
team has them all, we will arrange air transport for them and the team to
get them away as quick as possible. I think we can use Red Deer. I can have
a 727 there waiting for them."

"Sounds good Gerry."

"Okay, can you send me the names of the team so I can prepare papers for
Mexico."

"Just email them to the secure box."

"Thanks Gerry, say hello to Jean for me."

"Good to talk to you too, bye."

The Colonel disconnected.

"Got the cocksucker and his team."

"Are you really going to send those 25 boys to be raped and killed in
Liberia?"

"No Jay. They will end up here. They will probably end up as either yours
or Simon's slaves."

That did not sit to well in my mind.

"My Master is not going to be too happy with you Sir." I said.

"What the Commander doesn't know, won't hurt him. Remember boy, we are
trying to protect him from himself."

Ever since the first shipment of soon to be slaves had arrived he had
ordered that no slaves be brought that were under eighteen. Now the Colonel
was bringing in 25, all under eighteen. If he found out he would go
ballistic.

I pulled up everything the system had on Gerry Washington. The list of
stuff he was responsible for was long. How could any one have this much
power. Now it made even more sense that Gerry might be the traitor.

Two things stuck out. He knew of both safe houses. The one in North Dakota
and the one in Florida. The other was that he had no control over the
blackout and wasn't even in the loop and had no knowledge of the West Coast
Operation.

"Colonel, I think Gerry is the traitor."

The Colonel's eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

TBC