James Wilson
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A New Life For Tracy

Chapter 2

From the outside Tracy all could see little. A bleak high wall with a gateway and 'Robinvale Female Correctional Centre" across the gate. On entering Tracy was given a badge showing she was a visitor.

Aunt Freda led the way out of her office and down a corridor. As the walked Tracy began to hear strange noises. Finally they stopped at a door which Aunt Freda opened.

"This is the punishment yard Tracy. You might find it hard to get used to."

Tracy peered out and gasped. The yard was filled with girls of all shapes and sizes being punished in various ways. Their screams filled the air with an unending din. Girls had their hands tied over their heads to posts while they were being flogged across the back and buttocks with various types of whips. Others were secured face down across barrels or benches, their legs tied wide apart so they could hide nothing and being struck with whips, canes or paddles. There were several large 'X' frames with girls secured to them. On another frame one girl was strung up of the ground by her ankles and was screaming for mercy although she was not being struck. Beside her on the same frame another girl was suspended by her wrists and being whipped by a woman wielding what looked to Tracy like a multi thronged whip. At one end of the yard there was a circular device with several girls on it, face and shoulders strapped down with their knees tucked under them and their bottoms raised. As the device turned a warder would strike each raised bottom as it passed her with a cane. Tracy saw in one corner a group of kneeling girls, their hands secured behind them to a rail set into the wall, apparently waiting their turn to be punished. All the girls were nude while the prison staff wore a uniform of light blue shirt and dark blue skirt or trousers.

"This is the main punishment yard Tracy," said Aunt Freda calmly, "You may think this harsh, but most of these girls are in here for crimes of violence. A quarter of them are murderers. You may notice that a proportion of the girls in that session wear black collars. Remember what Elizabeth told you last night? Camelot does not have the death penalty so those in black collars are in for life. Come. There is more to see."

Aunt Freda closed the door and led the way along the corridor and then down another to a door, which she opened. This time it was a room Tracy found herself in. There was a smaller number of people here and it was much quieter. Here, Tracy saw girls bound in strange contorted shapes and being tortured in various ways. One girl was strapped down to a table so she couldn't move, her legs spread apart, blindfolded and gagged with a large ball gag. She was being slowly tortured by a uniformed woman with a long object Tracy could not identify. Another girl was slung up in a 'U' shape, suspended by ankles and wrists to the same bar. She was moaning and wriggling desperately. Tracy could not see the cause of her torment. Another girl was being raped with diados in both her anus vagina. Another girl was strapped in a frame her hands high over her head, her feet wide apart. She was being paddled on the buttocks by one woman and at the same time a second woman was working a diado in and out of her cunt.

"Why, Aunt,"

"Why this type of torture, you mean?" Tracy nodded.

We aim to make these girls able to return to society Tracy. The idea is to break their spirit and make them a quieter more self-controlled person. They will then be returned to society and allowed to start a new career - usually in a subordinate roll. Employers are actually happy to get ex-prisoners who have been 're-conditioned' in this way, Tracy. They make good, obedient employees."

"Do the public know of this treatment?"

"Oh yes," replied Aunt Freda, "You understand that male prisoners get similar treatment. You will be able to ask other students when you start school."

"How come at school?" Tracy was puzzled by the comment.

"Because Tracy, you will be seeing many of these girls in the school you will attend. Some will be in your class. All the prisoners of school age go to this school as do the local free girls. You will see a lot of girls wearing collars in your class. In school they are treated just like ordinary students. Come, there is more to see."

Aunt Freda lead the way out of the Training Room and along more corridors, showing Tracy the cells where the inmates were locked up at night -usually four to a cell Tracy noted, the library where Aunt Freda explained the school-age prisoners did their homework, workshop, kitchen, medical facility and administration area where Aunt Freda had her office. Everywhere they went, they passed women in prison tunics and collars who bowed their heads submissively as the Governor passed but, Tracy noticed, often shot angry glares at her when they thought it safe to do so. Finally they returned to the punishment yard entrance. They were in time to see a column of naked girls exiting the yard. They were chained together by a chain running from neck to neck. All had their hands clasped on their heads. All were sobbing and as they passed Tracy saw that all had very reddened buttocks,backs and legs and some were also showing red marks on breasts and stomachs as well.

"You think we're being unnecessarily brutal, don't you."

Tracy looked at Aunt Freda. "Yes, M'am. I just fail to see the need for such extreme types of punishment. You said earlier that your aim was to break their spirit. I'm sure you succeed in most cases too. But what about in those cases where you don't? Aren't you likely to make those stronger willed girls even more angry with society and want to do more to damage it when they are released? I'm also wondering about the innocent ones. Those that are declared guilty by the court but are really not. You are ruining their lives even worse than the actual sentencing itself. And please don't tell me that hasn't happened. I know it did back home. One boy declared guilty of stealing was later found to be innocent when it was found to be a case of mistaken identity. He had been miles away when the crimes were committed. He had served 6 months by the time the truth came out and he was released. A month later he committed suicide. He couldn't stand the shame he felt even after he had been declared innocent. Can you tell me similar cases haven't happened here?"

Aunt Freda was silent a moment. Tracy saw a worried look appear on her face.

"Yes, Tracy there have been mistakes made, unfortunately. In fact.." Aunt Freda paused.

"You think you have one at this moment?"

"Yes".

"May I know the details of the case?"

"Elizabeth can pull up the details if she is willing. It was her last case before she went to collect you. The girl is not standing up very well to life here. I think she is getting more than her share of bulling too. She just doesn't appear to me to be the type to steal."

"Has she any previous convictions?"

"None."

"And she has been in here six moths."

"Yes."

"No appeal?"

"Appeals aren't automatic, here Tracy. Especially after the introduction of the Truth Light. The belief now is if the Truth Light says you are guilty then you are. If you can't pay the legal fees you can't appeal. You are guaranteed a lawyer when you are arrested but only for your first trial. Not for appeals. And lawyers here don't all have a Truth Light. They are very expensive here."

"That is certainly different from home. But you do you use Truth Lights in court here?"

"It's not compulsory, but yes. They have only been allowed in the last twelve months. Elizabeth can tell you the details. They are expensive as I said. Not many lawyers have one here yet."

Tracy was about to tell her Aunt she had one of the devices that forced people to tell the truth, when another warder approached them.

"Excuse me, Governor but we have a minor problem. Janet Harkens has been bashed again. Doreen Graham did it. Harkens is in the med-centre now with a broken leg. Karen is calling Dr. Jenkins now."

"And Graham?"

"Chained to the wall outside. We are collecting her friends now."

"Very well, I'll come. Come along Tracy. You can see first-hand why we are not soft on prisoners here."

"Thankyou, Aunt." Tracy followed her aunt and the warder to a room with a sign saying Medical Centre. Outside the door a woman in her late twenties knelt with her hands shackled behind her to a ring in the wall, a gag in her mouth.

On entering the room Tracy saw a girl around her own age wearing a prison tunic lying on a table. Her leg was clearly broken and she had a black eye and other bruises on her face. Tracy saw other bruises on her legs and arms. She was sobbing softly. Her hands clasping the sides of the table tightly in pain. A woman in nurses uniform was preparing a syringe. She inserted it and pushed the plunger then removed it. In a few seconds the girl on the table began to relax as the drug deadened the pain.

"Oh... Thankyou," she whispered.

"What happened, Janet,?" asked Aunt Freda, "Why did Graham attack you this time."

"She wanted the book I was reading, M'am. Or so she said. I think I am simply her current sport interest. When I gave her the book she just threw it aside and she and her friends began hitting me anyway."

Tracy saw that Aunt Freda's was dark with anger. "I see," she said, "Very well, you rest easy now Janet. The doctor is on his way and she will set your leg." Aunt Freda swept out of the room. She stopped and looked down at the four girls secured to the wall. Tracy presumed the other three were the first girl's followers. The first girl looked up at Aunt Freda. Tracy noted that she showed no fear. The other three ,however looked uneasy. Aunt Freda reached down and turned the knob protruding from the girl's lips and extracted the gag.

"Well Graham, what brought this on?"

"We was just having fun, Governor," Tracy looked at the woman who spoke with disgust. Clearly this was the type of person who made a sport of preying on weaker people.

" Fun was it. Well we will see if you still call it fun by nightfall, Harkens. Take them all to the Punishment Yard, Wilson. We'll see if they still call it fun after fifty lashes each on top of a good paddling. The girl's face went white but she said nothing. The other girls protested, screaming that they didn't do anything, that it was all Graham's fault. But Tracy noted that the girl Graham did not scream. She just looked in contempt at her followers and said nothing. Tracy decided Graham was a tough character - or at least was trying to be one. Two warders released the four girls from the wall rings, chaining them together then marching them of.

"Come along, Tracy. This will be a lesson for you." Tracy followed Aunt Freda as they headed for the punishment yard. Once there Tracy found the yard empty except for Aunt Freda, the two warders, herself and the four girls. Aunt Freda ordered the struggling girls be secured over what she called punishment barrels. After being stripped of their clothing the four girls were chained face down over the barrels with their arms and legs pulled wide apart. Tracy found herself aiding in securing the girls as there were only the four of them. Aunt Freda said four should be enough and that it should not be necessary to call for extra warders from their lunch. Aunt Freda handed Tracy a paddle.

"We usually warm up their butts with a short paddling before the actual flogging, Tracy," she explained, "You can give Ms. Annette Dorkins here her warm-up."

Tracy took the paddle and turned to the bound girl. For some reason she felt she was doing the right thing. Her original belief about brutality was fading away "Well, Annette," she said, "Are you ready to pay for your part in breaking a girls leg?"

"Please, noooo," wailed the bound girl, "Mercy. I didn't break her leg. It was Graham who did it. Please,"

"Maybe, but you were still part of it, weren't you, Annette. So you must pay for your part." Tracy raised the paddle and brought it down on the squirming girls bare buttocks. Tracy noted the pattern followed by Aunt Freda and the other two warders. They were applying the paddle in a quick action that was probably not as hard as it could be, but, she realised meant many more blows could be delivered. They were also moving all over the buttocks and also down the legs as far as the knees and up the back as far as the shoulders. Tracy followed this pattern also. The three followers were soon sobbing but Doreen Graham who was being paddled by Aunt Freda, was silent although breathing hard. Then Aunt Freda called halt.

"Take a break. Let them breath for a moment. The blood has now been brought to the surface and they are ready." she explained to Tracy. Tracy nodded. Two minutes later Aunt Freda handed Tracy a whip consisting of a wide strap set into a handle. "This will sting without breaking the skin. See how the edges are rounded off so they won't cut skin. Fifty slow strokes. Make her count each one. Think you can do it?"

"Yes Aunt." Why did I say that? Why do I suddenly accept these harsh actions as correct? What's come over me?

Tracy returned to her subject. She went to the girls head, grabbed her hair and lifted her head up so she could show her the whip. "See what you are going to get, Annette? All because you follow a bully like Graham. You are to count each stroke out loud, understand? If you don't every stroke will be number one and continue indefinitely until you start so don't miss count. Are you ready?"

"Mercy Mistress Pleaseeee," the girl wailed.

"How much mercy did you give Janet Harkens?"

Tracy stood back and swung the first stroke.

"CRACKKKKK". The whip caught the girl across the middle of her buttocks.

"AHHHHH," screamed Annette, "One."

CRACKKKKKK" The second stroke was a little higher. Tracy realised she was becoming enthralled at the sight of the two red lines across the white skin which she had caused. She waited.

"AHHHHHH" howled the girl, "Two".

"CRACKKKKKK" Number three was lower, high on the legs really. "Th.. three," moaned the girl.

Tracy continued slowly, listening to her subjects moans and watching how Aunt Freda and her assistants handled their subjects. Tracy tried to space out the strokes so the red lines appeared to spread over the girls back and legs, but she wasn't always successful. Many lines crossed. At twenty-five Aunt Freda called a break. She cane to inspect Tracy's work and nodded. "Good you have spread the strokes pretty evenly over her body. We will give them a ten minute break then complete the punishment. How are you feeling about this now?" She looked keenly at Tracy.

"I don't know what's come over me," answered Tracy, "I've never felt like this before. When I saw you punish Helen this morning I was sure it was wrong to treat somebody like that. But the sight I saw here in this yard earlier sort of did something to me that I can't explain. Then the idea of a person being bashed without reason seems to have sent me over an edge if you can understand what I mean. Now wielding this whip seems right somehow. Does that make sense to you?"

Aunt Freda smiled. "Almost," she replied. She went back to her subject. Tracy moved to the front and squatted on her heals so her head was level with Annette's. She put a hand under the girls chin and raised her head so she could look into her eyes. They were swimming with misery. "How are you coping?"

"P.. p.. please no m.. more p.. please." she begged.

"Why did you follow Graham in tormenting the other girl?"

"I.. It seemed the right thing to do," gasped the girl, "Doreen... made it seem.. right."

"Do you always do what others say, Annette?"

"I.. I sup.. suppose so."

"Don't you think you should make your own decisions, Annette?"

"I.. I don't know."

"Can you see what following the likes of Graham has got you? At least try to pick someone better than Graham to follow. All right?" Tracy produced her hanky and gently wiped Annette's streaming face.

"Yes."

"Then think about it. Now what was your last number of strokes. Do you remember."

"No."

"It was twenty-five. Now ready yourself for the next one."

"Thankyou," whispered the girl.

"Right people," came Aunt Freda's voice from along where she stood next to Doreen Graham's bound form, "We will continue."

Tracy raised her whip for the next stroke. After all had received their fifty strokes Aunt Freda ordered that they be left on where they were for a while to 'cool off'. Tracy looked at the four girls. Their backs, buttocks and legs, all covered with a cris-cross of red lines. All four girls were now sobbing piteously including Doreen Graham. Tracy followed Aunt Freda out of the yard then out of the prison and across the street to where Aunt Elizabeth was awaiting them and Helen had lunch ready. Tracy realised she was starving.

Over lunch Tracy told Aunt Elizabeth what had happened in the prison. "Aunt how come people approve of this harsh treatment for prisoners here on Camelot but not back on Nexus? I remember how Mum and Dad often spoke on how discipline was lax there and people were often repeating offences. If soft treatment didn't work why wasn't harsher punishments devised like you have here? Surely the authorities there knew of the methods used here. Why wouldn't they have considered introducing some of them there?"

"I don't know what they thought on Nexus Tracy," she replied, "I do know you're right about discipline there. Our stats indicate only a quarter of those who have had a period in prison re-offend while on Nexus it is more than a third. Perhaps it is something to do with our slave system. Fear of humiliation probably has something to do with it too. Talking of slaves do you want to see a slave sale this afternoon?"

"Yes please, Aunt," replied Tracy, "If it is alright with you Aunt," she added looking at Aunt Freda.

"Certainly child. Anyway I doubt those girls will be causing problems for a while."

"Will Janet Harkins be all right, Aunt?"

"Yes the doctor said the break will mend. She wil be on her feet before Graham will be, I warrant. By the way, what were you saying to Annette Dorkins in the break?"

"I asked her why she didn't make her own decisions, and when she couldn't answer I suggested she find someone better to follow. I get the impression she is a follower. Always doing what others say. I don't know it I got through to her though, as there wasn't much time."

Aunt Freda look impressed. "That was well said though, Tracy. You are right about Dorkins being a habitual follower. If she could find a decent person to follow she could do alright."

Tracy looked thoughtful. "Will she be leased out eventually, Aunt?"

"Probably. Why?"

"A pity we couldn't see her leased to a decent person, that's all. She has a nice face and figure. Would she do alright in a brothel, Aunt? Would that at least get her away from the likes of Graham?"

"Should do." smiled Aunt Freda, "We will see what we can do."

As they neared the building that housed the slave market Tracy could hear screams and the sound of what she suspected was the application of whips. As they approached the entrance Tracy could see many other men and women heading in the same direction. Some people were leading -or dragging- one or more male or female slaves with them. Tracy saw one woman leading a total of twelve nude slaves chained to each other by the neck, with a second younger woman bringing up the rear with a swish she applied regularly - and to Tracy unnecessarily - to the slaves legs and buttocks. On entering the building Aunt Elizabeth led the way up a flight of stairs onto what Tracy realised was an observation gallery where several rows of seats were awaiting them. From here they had a clear view of the sale floor. About a quarter of the floor was crowded with slaves and owners behind a stand for the auctioneer and the object to be sold while the other two-thirds of the hall was filled with chairs which were rapidly filling. Above the auction stand was an electronic sign-board which proclaimed that the sale would recommence at one-thirty. Aunt Elizabeth explained that the amounts bid would appear on the screen, although it was sometimes a little slow and it was best to listen to the auctioneer if you were interested in bidding. She also said no bids from the gallery were accepted. Tracy looked at the collection of slaves to be sold. They were a varied collection of young, middle-aged and old of both sexes. Most were kneeling quietly awaiting their turn on the block. Some were however weeping or crying and apparently begging their owners not to sell them. There was one section that shook Tracy especially - a group of what Aunt Elizabeth agreed were probably families awaiting sale. Debt defaulters, explained Aunt Elizabeth. Tracy stared at them. There were several apparent family groups each consisting of an adult male and female and two or three children ranging in age from mid-teens down to a babe-in-arms. All parents faces showed both fear - and shame. Tracy suddenly realised that only the family groups wore any clothing - all the other slaves were nude. She commented on this to Aunt Elizabeth.

"That is because technically they are not yet slaves," Aunt Elizabeth explained, "You will see that they will probably sell them first to get them out of the way. They will not get much for them either as the buyer must support the children and send them to school until they reach age fifteen. The father will be sold separately and the children will remain with the mother."

Tracy thought about this. "In that case who would normally buy the mother?"

"Brothels," was Aunt Elizabeth's short reply.

"And that's legal?," gasped Tracy.

"Yes".

A gong sounded and a man mounted the podium next to the display block. In his introductory speech he welcomed the buyers to the sale and named the methods of payment that would be accepted and then called for the first lot. One of the family groups were urged forward - with a few pokes with a stick, Tracy noticed. The male, the father Tracy assumed, was placed on the stand and the bidding began after the auctioneer described him as a "trained engineer with 15 years experience." The bidding was brisk and he was sold to a man wearing an engineering company logo on his shirt. The buyer slipped a blue chain around the slaves neck and he was led away after a last agonised look at his family. Then the woman was put on the stand. She held one child in her arms - a baby barely a year old and held the hand of a boy of 5 or 6. The bidding was slow and the resulting price low. The person who came forward was a woman who Aunt Elizabeth told Tracy was the owner of a large brothel. The buyer quickly slipped a red chain around the woman's neck, snapped a leash onto it and began to lead the woman and child away. Tracy watched all this in horrified fascination. The next group was handled in the same way - first the male adult was sold then the female and boy-child which Tracy took to be about 13. they were purchased by a well dressed man who was accompanied a boy of about the same age as the child hanging desperately to his mother's hand. The man slipped a brown chain around the woman's neck while the boy accompanying the buyer went up to the woman's child and quickly slipped a brown chain around his neck.

"You belong to ME," he shouted in childish glee. Clipping a lead onto the chain, he started to drag his new possession after him as he followed his father of the sale floor.

Tracy looked at her aunt who looked back and shrugged.

"All quite legal, Tracy."

Tracy looked back at the sale floor. The next Lot, a woman Tracy thought to be in her mid-20s, naked but for her chain, was mounting the block. The auctioneer described her as "an experienced and willing worker with experience in the arts of pleasure". Bidding was brisk and Tracy was surprised at the price that was paid. It was several times what was paid for the women with children. Tracy also noticed that this girl looked quite calm and assumed this meant she had been sold before. After several more Lots were sold, Aunt Elizabeth tapped Tracy on the shoulder and led the way down the stairs and out the building.

"Well, Tracy, what do you think of that?".

"I couldn't believe it at first, Aunt. I mean slavery in these times. And you say it is accepted by the people here? There is no call for its ending?"

"Oh. There is a small anti-slavery group. But there has never been any support for it. The only part some people object to is how children are affected. And they do have a point. Its not fair when parents fail to pay their bills that children should suffer. Remember the woman that was purchased by the brothel? Well those children will not be chained. They will go to school until age 15 at the brothel's expense. Then they will leave and make their own way in life. The current Secretary of State does not deny his mother was bought by a brothel when he was 10 years old and he lived in the brothel until 15. He then worked his way through university, got himself a law degree and became a successful attorney. He purchased his mothers freedom and now has a family of his own and a successful political career. And he is not the only one. There is no stigma attached to having that sort of upbringing. The only stigma is on the parents for failing to manage their finances."

"It takes a little getting used to. Do school pupils have slaves, Aunt?"

"Sometimes. Want one do you? Green or brown?"

Tracy was astonished that her Aunt would accept the idea so easily.

"Err... I don't know yet. Is there difference in the amount of authority you have over them?"

Aunt Elizabeth chuckled. "Not really. The main difference is that you know you will have to give up the green slave at the end of school - unless you both agree on an extension while in university. About the only thing you can't do to a greenie is march her down the street naked. Your rights over a greenie are the same as over a brown slave otherwise."

"Would I be likely to see slaves in brown chains at school?"

"Certainly. You saw that boy put a brown chain on that lad just now, remember. As that boy is not 15, the family will have to send him to school with his 'master' who was the real reason he's mother was purchased, I think. "

"But since he is a brown slave, I have a feeling that young 'master' will be slightly freer with his discipline than on a green slave - I mean in the school-ground. But wait a minute. How do you protect female slaves from being raped by male students? Surely people would want that prevented."

"Well firstly you won't see any male students at your school, Tracy. All state run schools on Camelot are single sex schools."

"Why is that," asked Tracy in surprise.

"Not sure myself. Some decision made long ago that hasn't been changed, I expect. How do you feel about it.?"

"Don't really know. My previous schools were all co-ed. There were single-sex schools but they were private ones. It will be interesting to see the difference, if any."

After dinner, at Aunt Elizabeth's urging, Tracy got on the Net and viewed the school curriculum on Camelot to see what subjects would be studying when she started school. She found out that there were not many differences in the subjects that she had been studying previously - except local history which would obviously be different. She did find data on slaves and how they stood in the community. They could not earn money for themselves but they could be used by their owners to earn money. Slaves wearing the neck-chain could usually be freed earlier than their bond stated if their bond-holder wished and had to be freed at the end of their term. Slaves could not be killed by their bond-holders. The exception was those who had signed away their freedom for life and those wearing the black collar of the crim-slave. They had no protection whatsoever and their life was forfeit if that was the owner's wish.

Later Helen once again joined her in her bath and afterwards in bed. This time Tracy took a more active role, ordering Helen to lie on her back and then she stretched on top of her and kissed her, probing the willing mouth slowly at first but as she gained confidence she moved down Helens body, kissing and nipping as she went. She licked all round her right breast, finally arriving at the nipple which was already standing up. Tracy took the nipple into her mouth and rolled it round with her tongue, gently nipping it with her teeth. Helen was moaning now. Tracy moved to the left breast and repeated the procedure which now had Helen wiggling and gasping "Yes Mistress Yesss". Tracy now moved on, continuing to nip and lick her way down the beautiful body beneath her. She was her self becoming excited, both by the sounds she was hearing and from the feeling of power she could feel within her. She licked around Helens neat little belly-button finally sending her tongue into the hole, which sent Helen quivering in ecstatic bliss. Tracy moved down to Helen's shaved pubic area, kissing it gently and licking down into her crack. She found Helens pleasure hole was already wet and inserted a finger in -then a second- and wriggled them, stroking the sides. Helen was now thrusting back on the fingers. Tracy used her other hand to open the lips and peered in. She spotted Helens bud and seized id and rolled it in her fingers. Helen gasped and screamed "YESSSS" and Tracy watched as Helen had her orgasm. Tracy felt excited as she realised she had caused it. She was conscious she was wet between the legs herself. She waas carried away by the feeling of POWER this gave her. When Helen settled she continued. She inserted her fingers in Helen again and began teasing her bud gently while she rolled a nipple with the other. Helen was soon moaning in appreciation once more. She protested when Tracy withdrew her hand but was delighted when Tracy began to lick and kiss the insides of her legs, working her way up slowly to her target. This time she used only her mouth, licking around then probing Helens tender cunt. She flicked her tongue back and forth over Helen's swollen bud then seized it with her lips and squeezed it gently. This resulted in Helens second orgasm. Tracy continued in this fashion, causing Helen many more orgasms until they were both exhausted and collapsed into sleep side by side.

They were awakened next morning by the alarm clock. It took Tracy a moment to recall that she had set it so Helen would not be late with breakfast and get into trouble again. On hearing this Helen hugged and kissed her then looked into her eyes.

"You will be a good mistress, Miss Tracy," she said, "Many people would not be so thoughtful. Thankyou."

"I have much to thank you for," replied Tracy with a smile, "You have taught me so much already."

"And I still have more to show you, Mistress," she replied as she left the room.

That day Aunt Elizabeth took Tracy to the courthouse where she sat in judgement. She showed Tracy around the building, ending up in her own chambers. She explained the main differences between courtroom procedure on Camelot and Nexus and what the introduction of Truth Lights had done to court procedure. By then it was nearing lunchtime.

Aunt Elizabeth took Tracy to a restaurant for lunch. Chained to a rail outside the restaurant were two female slaves. Both were wore brown chains and both were otherwise nude. As they waited for their order Tracy watched an impeccably dressed woman enter the restaurant accompanied by another woman who wore a brief top and short wrap skirt and a white chain about her neck. Her feet were bare. Tracy watched, fascinated, as the woman selected a table, then was politely seated by the slave, who then knelt beside her mistress. After the woman received her order she preceded to eat, occasionally feeding her slave morsels from her plate. Looking around at the other customers for a reaction, Tracy saw none and realised that this was considered normal. Soon after, Tracy saw a male customer who had been in the restaurant when she and her aunt had entered, pay his bill and exit the restaurant, collect one of the slaves from outside the restaurant and walk away leading the slave on a leash. Tracy looked at her aunt who smiled. "Different from what you are used to isn't dear."

"Yes Aunt. I understand the one in the white collar is a personal slave. Isn't that what you said the other night?"

"Yes, a personal or body-slave. Those two probably have a very close relationship. They may have known each other a school, or maybe even before then. Maybe the slave is the daughter of a slave originally purchased by that woman's mother. There are any number of possibilities, Tracy. May be you would like to have a slave for yourself?"

"The idea has crossed my mind," replied Tracy thoughtfully.

"How are your lessons with Helen going?"

Tracy felt herself go red and looked down at her plate for a moment. Then she looked at her aunt. "There going wonderfully, Aunt. Thankyou for supplying such a good teacher."

"Helen told me you had set the alarm this morning. I am pleased that you want to treat her fairly. That is important, Tracy. Do you remember Freda telling you that our aim is to prepare these girls for return to society?. It is believed that by having the prisoner spend time with people different to the people they have been associating with before their arrest may help. When you go to school Tracy you will see many of the girls from the prison. They will stand out since they wear prison garb and collars. However they are treated as normal students with one exception. Each inmate has an assigned student to watch over her. That student is known as a 'handler' and her job is to try and ease any problems that may arise and see the inmate always has someone to talk to. You will see the handlers each morning assemble near the school bus stop to collect their charges. You may like to be a handler yourself in time."

"I think I'd like to after I've found my way around the school."

"Good."

"Aunt would the students include any black-collars who are under fifteen?"

"I don't know if there are any black-collars under fifteen, Tracy. It would certainly be rare."

"But if there was? Would a fourteen year old murderer be allowed to complete his or her schooling?"

"It would probably depend on whether she was considered a danger to others. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. That woman who broke the girl's leg yesterday is one I would consider dangerous. What if a school age inmate had that attitude?"

"Then the inmate may well be denied her schooling."

"I see."

Tracy gazed out of the window at the people, free and slave, passed by. She had come to a very different planet. But she was sure she could make her way here. And the idea of owning a slave of her own was an enticing one. She sensed an interesting life ahead.

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