Chapter 28: Target - Trey

Trey had cried himself out. He sat naked in his cell, numbly staring at the wall. Trey was under a suicide watch, but he wasn't wearing a control harness. The door to his cell slid open and two women entered.

One wore a military uniform with a nameplate that said 'Chamberlain.'

The other wore a simple slave shift, a steel slave collar and sandals.

"Second Lieutenant Gordon Brian Venters III," Colonel Mary Chamberlain of the Massachussets State Militia said, "you are required to come with me for a brief voluntary enslavement ceremony."

"It's okay, Trey," the slave woman said. "After your ceremony I am to sedate you and take you home. Come on, grandson, daylight is burning and Doctor Jakefield is waiting."

Gordon Brian Venters the Third, or Trey as he was known, sluggishly rose to his feet. The slave woman stood next to him, ready to catch

Trey if he stumbled.

"You have to walk naked and unassisted," Colonel Chamberlain said.

"You will report to Colonel Mithras and state that you are volunteering for enslavement en lieu of a court martial. Gordi will be near, but she will only help you if you fall. You have to do this yourself for a valid voluntary enslavement."

Trey said nothing but he did nod. The walk to the stockade office was long and difficult. Chief Master Sergeant Luther J. Masterson stood before the open office door and saluted Colonel Chamberlain. The Chief

Master Sergeant and Colonel Chamberlain exchanged formal words.

"Trey, after you are released from arrest, you are to formally report to Colonel Mithras," Colonel Chamberlain said. "You will bang on the door three times and announce yourself and request permission to report to the commander. When Chief Masterson tells you to enter, march up to mark on the floor, come to attention, state your full name, rank and service number and announce that you are volunteering for enslavement en lieu of a court martial. You are to salute because as soon as the

Chief Master Sergeant releases you, you become a full citizen again.

You must be free of compulsion if this is to be a valid voluntary action."

Yeah, right, Trey bitterly thought to himself. If I don't volunteer, they'll court martial me. Trey said nothing, but got himself ready.

"Lieutenant, if you are ready," Chief Masterson said, "I release you from custody."

Trey reached down deep inside for every remaining trace of military discipline that he had left. He squared his shoulders and lifted his head up as had been drummed into him at West Point not quite two years ago. Every year each state was permitted two slots for militia officers at Capitallia's military academy. As a prisoner and future slave, Trey wasn't even permitted his class ring. Trey took a deep breath to steel himself and he marched to the open door. He hammered three times on the door and announced: "Sir, Second Lieutenant Gordon

Brian Venters III, Massachussets state Militia on temporary duty to the

Capitallian Defense Organization, service number MA 1013-2129-7543 request entry to see the commander for the purpose of voluntary enslavement, sir!"

"Enter!" Chief Masterson bellowed.

Trey marched inside. Colonel Jason Mithras was in full dress uniform and was seated behind a battered steel desk that was painted a dark gray. Trey stood on the tape mark, exactly one meter in front of the desk, saluted and formally reported to his commanding officer. Colonel

Mithras returned the salute of the nude man and barked the formal questions required. Trey gave back the ritualistic answers, his voice high-pitched. Even with the unkempt pubic hair covering Trey's crotch, his scrotum was visibly drawn up in terror and his penis has shriveled to minimum size. Trey trembled, his voice quavered, but he managed to complete his part in the ritual, including his final salute as a free man. Observing the proceedings in the small office were Colonel

Jackson of the United States Air Force and Doctor Joan Jakefield.

Chief Master Sergeant Masterson held an electronic clipboard out for

Trey and Trey signed the form as required, then thumb printed it. The three other military officers present also signed the form. Even though Colonel Jackson was a foreign officer, his duty assignment as military liaison from the USR made his witness signature valid. Joan

Jakefield signed the electronic form to take custody of the quaking

Trey. At a signal, Gordi fitted a steel slave collar on Trey and locked it shut.

"You are officially Slave Trey," Colonel Mithras announced. "You will serve a minimum of 60 months as a slave and then you may either be paroled for the remaining 24 months or remain enslaved at the option of your owner, Doctor Henry James Dalton. You are to be taken from this place, fitted with a bio-digital control implant and castrated.

After manumission you may have your sex organs re-attached or you may remain a eunuch--but you must be castrated within 24 hours and remain castrated for at least 60 months. There are also the conditions that you will be used sexually at least five hours per week. Your owner may contract with a Public Whip Master for a monthly Level Two public whipping with sexual humiliation at his option. Doctor Jakefield, take possession of Slave Trey."

Gordi pushed an auto injector against Trey's right hip and sedated him.

Trey stopped trembling. Trey even smiled. When Gordi guided him out of the stockade and into the waiting automobile, Trey almost danced the distance.

Two cars pulled out of Elgin Air Base. The lead car was Doctor

Jakefields and had Slave Trey and Slave Gordi. As soon as the automobile cleared Elgin's gate, Doctor Jakefield and Slave Gordi pulled off their clothes. The second automobile contained the official military party with three colonels and a senior Air Force sergeant.

When the two cars reached the Pensacola Amazon Militia (PAM) compound, a naked Joan Jakefield exited while two PAM women in combat armor kept the other people in their automobiles.

"Colonel Mithras, Colonel Chamberlain, Colonel Jackson, Chief Master Sergeant Masterson, I am Florida State Militia Corporal Francis and there is an emergency situation inside, sirs," a militia woman announced. "Captain Jakefield just went to take care of it and will return for you shortly."

The faint sound of a stunner was heard. Several minutes dragged by.

"Sir, I have the all-clear signal, sir," Corporal Francis announced.

"Please follow me."

"What was the emergency, Corporal?" Colonel Mithras asked.

"Sir, a suicide bomb walked in disguised as a Department of Youth

Intervention inspector was detected by our security screen," the militia corporal reported. "A man named Fredrick Herman Manning is in a medical pod right now having a 9.8 kilogram explosive charge removed from his abdomen."

"There's not enough room for that much explosives," Chief Master

Sergeant Masterson said.

"There is when the intestines have been removed, Chief Master

Sergeant," Corporal Francis stated. "Mr. Manning is also suffering from poisoning because the explosives leeched into his bloodstream.

Captain Jakefield reports that Mr. Manning would be dead in less than three hours from plastique explosives poisoning. It was the same homemade C4 that was in that recovered Snakefly missile."

Doctor Jakefield, also known as Captain Jakefield, Commander, PAM, was found in the dispensary tending a medical pod. Her twin daughters Dawn and Eve were with her.

"Device removed," Dawn reported.

"Artificial life support engaged," Eve reported, "We can keep him alive indefinitely."

Joan Jakefield muttered, "well fuck me to tears. Now I have to wait until a court order permits me to do a radical rebuild on the man."

"Mom, he won't live more than a few hours outside the pod," Eve said.

"He's barely clinging to life as it is."

"Too bad he isn't a wild animal," Dawn said. "We could start the procedure right now."

"What do you mean?" Colonel Mithras asked. "What procedure?"

"Hank--Doctor Dalton calls it a radical rebuild," Joan said. "The default setting produces a perfect human girl of about eight years old.

She remains a girl and doesn't grow up, doesn't age--unless growth is induced and maturation triggered by hormones or surgery. Hank keeps the radical rebuilds in the medical pods twice as long as he has to and actually brings them up to age 12, but not through puberty."

"Who invented that technology?" Colonel Mithras asked, "and why isn't it out on the market right now?"

"Doctor Dalton and I were part of the development team," Joan explained. "We and 9 other teams are completing clinical trials. Give us another decade to prove the concept so that insurance companies will cover the procedure and provide malpractice insurance and there will be thousands of these machines in use. There will be a serious problem with social changes, though. These machines produce XX females only.