Chapter 1

 

Criminal slavery had already been well established for over two generations when a blight that destroyed a major proportion of the wheat crop all over the world brought about a worldwide famine. This was then exacerbated by climate changes that brought ruin to many other parts of the food chain resulting in a worsened situation everywhere. Rather than allowing its population to starve, Russia decided to permit the selling of younger family members as slaves.

Slaves are fed Slave Chow, a pelletised processed food that is produced very cheaply from second and third grade raw materials including plankton, other grains not affected by the blight, discarded vegetables and even food scraps from restaurants and the like. It was still plentiful enough but tasteless and not at all pleasant as it sometimes caused nasty ructions in the slave's belly as it reconstituted into real food and no free person would willingly dream of eating it.

Wealthy Russians were delighted to buy the better-looking young people and use them as criminal slaves had been for decades.

The teenager had to be at least eighteen and still resident in its parent's home and could be sold until the age of twenty-five.

Russia solved its food shortage and other countries quickly followed suit.

 

At first of course, altruistic teenagers volunteered and tearful parents very reluctantly agreed as governments were powerless to overcome the food shortage but then, when they saw the way the slaves were treated, that first rush to save the family abated and parents had to make a choice: sell one or two of their offspring or face hunger for the rest.

This situation continued for a decade until scientists found a remedy for the blight and governments around the world finally agreed to drastically cut carbon dioxide emissions which then quickly halted the slide to world oblivion.

The food chain gradually repaired itself but by then, institutional slavery of young people, eighteen to twenty-five, had become established in people's minds and it had also developed into a new and very welcome means of social control.

All young people were taught from their earliest understanding of such things that if they didn't behave, apply themselves to their schoolwork and do their part in the family household, then slavery for the rest of their lives was a very real option for their parents - or by the state if the youngster's behaviour merited an appearance in court.

It had a profound effect on society. Children of all ages were now far better behaved; were polite to their elders and worked hard, both at school and in the home. Juvenile crime became a rarity and people, all over the world remarked how wonderful the institution had been to bring back the joys or parenting that had become a nightmare for many families.

School results rose sharply and continued to do so over the years. Children dressed smartly and gave up their seats on public transport to older people, once more. In short, it was a huge success all round.

Of course there would always be misfits: those who know what they are doing is wrong (hence the continued existence of adult criminal slaves everywhere) but continue doing it anyway. If it was serious, they end up before the juvenile courts and were sentenced to criminal slavery although as minors, they are confined to special workhouses for children where they are permitted to wear minimal clothing (slaves are naked, permanently and totally and are denuded of all body and facial hair).

But now, all schooling is forgotten and they work at whatever tasks their supervisors allot them. They are not violated. Until they reach the aged of eighteen, their welfare is closely monitored and they are protected from predators both from among their supervisors and their inmate-colleagues but in all other respects, their lives are dreary and arduous.

The activities inside these institutions are widely and often reported and aired on government and private media outlets, the aim being to let every new generation of teenagers know what faces them if they err. And every school regularly takes its classes, at least twice in their school life, to visit the local such juvenile institution to see at first hand the misery of life inside.

All this has led to a vast improvement in people's lives generally. No longer do elderly folk fear to go out at night or others to catch a train lest he or she be assaulted by gangs of young hoods for their few dollars.

Criminal slavery had been instituted to solve a massive worldwide problem that included religious terrorism and an explosive expansion of serious and middle-ranking crime. The courts were so overloaded that trials were a mockery but in any case, the civil libertarians had so emasculated the penal code and the administration of justice that criminals just laughed at the courts.

And prisons, which were bursting at the seams and overcrowded to the point of danger, were seen as holiday homes for the criminal classes and in any case were just breeders of more crime.

Governments had had enough and at a world conference called by the United States, it had finally been agreed that criminal slavery was the only answer. And it must be so draconian in its nature that criminals would truly fear it as they hadn't any other penalty imposed over the last two centuries!

This was why criminal slaves were stripped naked upon sentence, their bodies permanently depilated nude below their eyes and were to be denied all clothing of any kind for the rest of their lives.

The one exception to this hard-and-fast rule was that if the slave was to be made to work out in the snow, his feet and lower legs could be sprayed with ThermacoatŪ, an aerosol spray that coated his skin with a transparent plastic that kept out the cold. It was designed to last a week and then simply fell off. It was cheap enough and worked well and as it was a crystal clear plastic, wasn't even noticeable.

And so, when juvenile slavery was dreamed up to solve a food shortage, no one thought to differentiate between the two. A slave was a slave was a slave! As the juvenile grew older there would be no difference anyway, so why bother to separate them now?

It should be stressed here that a criminal slave was to be worked hard for long hours at any task his owner may assign to him or her. There were to be no holidays; no weekends. Fifteen hours a day, minimum; seven days a week, absolute! No exceptions.

It was also tacitly accepted that a slave might be used to pleasure her (or his) owner in any way they wished. Thus a straight man could be made to take his male owner's cock up his arse or down his mouth and if he objected in any way at all, he was punished.

It was explicitly enacted that an owner had the absolute right to discipline his property. In fact, it was expected for an owner was totally responsible for his slaves' actions and he could be charged with an offence if it could be shown he had been lax in the way he controlled them.

Owners were therefore very careful to ensure obedience in their herd, many setting up an elaborate punishment suite in some prominent part of the slave quarters and when a punishment was ordered, all the herd were assembled to watch and have explained to them the reasons for it.

An owner often administered the punishment himself, but if not, he was always present to oversee it and even female owners very often caned or whipped a slave themselves, just to underline their personal commitment to the law and to proper slave discipline.

So this was the milieu that greeted the institution of juvenile slavery and I can continue my story on a more personal basis...

 

My name is Robert Winthrop and I recently inherited a vast fortune from my father and mother who were killed in an air accident over South Africa last year. They were wonderful parents and I was in no way spoiled as a child. I had my chores to do and I did them willingly. I could hardly do otherwise given the environment, could I? But in any case, it is in my nature to want to do my part and I worked hard at school, attending The Kings School in Sydney and topping the class all the way through. I then studied law and economics at Sydney University obtaining First Class Honours in both degrees which I finished four years ago.

My family had been among the first free settlers to come to this country and have done very well for themselves in all of the generations that followed those pioneers. They started as graziers but soon moved into other areas including banking, commerce, the media and eventually into an air and shipping line. All of these enterprises still exist and I and my sister, Joan are both involved in their management.

My family has never been ostentatious though and shunned a huge corporate headquarters, preferring to run things from home. Home, to us, is a beautiful house named Huntley in Vaucluse which is Sydney's most affluent suburb straddling the South Head at the Harbour entrance. It still sits on the original grant by Governor Hunter in 1799 and has never been subdivided.

Joan also excelled at school and university and studied Commerce, also obtaining an Honours degree. We have both lived normal lives, going out with friends and engaging in the usual teenage and early-twenties girl- and boy-friendships but nothing serious has emerged from any of them as yet as we are both conscious of how our wealth affects others. We are very close though and she continues to live here although the house and most of the estate came to me as the oldest but Joan has a $100 million trust fund that will keep her in style all her life.

As I said, the bulk of the estate came to me but she and I keep a joint watch on our business affairs from our little suite at home. I have a PA, John Smart, who was Dad's most trusted aide and he has his own assistant. Joan also has her PA, Anne Bentley, who has been her best friend all her life and also studied Commerce at university. Both John and Anne live-in in the guest wing of the house while Joan and I occupy suites in the family wing.

John does not manage the house, however. That task is undertaken by Simpson who was my father and mother's butler all my life. He is now the only paid indoor servant (although I don't consider him as such. He was always my confidante as a growing boy who was too scared to talk to his father about some things and I would trust him with my life.

The rest of the staff at the huge house and extensive grounds are now slaves for they quickly took over the functions of any remaining paid servants very soon after the introduction of criminal slavery. They are many but I won't introduce them until they figure in my story which is more about juvenile slavery than the adult kind.

Why am I writing about this subject in the first place? Because it is a field that has interested me from its beginnings about ten years ago when I was just eighteen myself. The other reason is that I actually like writing! When I was studying law, particularly, I really threw myself into what I hoped were scholarly dissertations on my subject of the moment and the same with my Economics papers. Apparently, my professors, lecturers and tutors thought so anyway for I always received good marks for them.

Our slaves have so far at least been from the ranks of the criminal slaves and we acquired each of them from the State Slave Centre (SSC) in Redfern, an inner city suburb. As my parents had no wish for a pack of low-class criminals to serve us, they instructed Simpson to go for professional criminals, those who had defrauded their employers or others and who had reasonably good looks and demeanour.

Simpson, as was his wont, then researched the new law on slavery and also spoke to many of his colleagues whom he knew had been charged with a similar task and he learned the ins and outs of initial selection, conditioning and training a slave rather than a paid servant. Ours were departing in ones and twos as they recognised this class of employment was rapidly disappearing as more and more employers replaced them with slaves. My parents would never have done that but our servants left anyway.

Simpson embraced his task as he always did, with aplomb and skill and each slave acquired quickly learned that he was no longer a professional accountant or whatever, but now nothing more than a lowly naked slave.

He trained them, not only in the tasks he installed them in, but also physically. The physical appearance of a clothed servant is usually of no moment to his employer, but a naked slave is a quite different matter. Being permanently and totally naked and nude, his physical appearance is of prime importance and so Simpson set them exercise sessions in which he honed and toned them wonderfully.

All this was before my time but I learned of it from Dad who wanted Joan and I to understand how the slaves fitted in to our household and what we could and could not do with them.

We had to treat them strictly but fairly, for example. We were not allowed to touch their bodies except in the course of an action and we were certainly not permitted to use them sexually. Neither Mother nor Dad did this, I am sure of that and I don't think Simpson or John did either. That was the measure of their ethics and of the way they hoped Joan and I would behave also - and we did.

What sexual experiments she and I tried out, we did with our current boy and girlfriend and none of mine allowed me to go all the way so by the time of their death, last year, I was still at least a nominal virgin. Joan didn't tell me her state and I didn't ask.

At their death, the slaves in the house became mine and I could have tried it out with any one of them. We had a mix of male and female slaves just as the original servants had been, but I still didn't want to have sex with any of them and when I asked Joan what she felt, she blushed, admitted her virginity but agreed with my thoughts...