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Convict Wench
by mdmorris@

The Arrest

Three fashionably and well-dressed girls sat disconsolately on the hard wooden bench in the dock of the No 1 County
Court in Chelmsford, England. It was 5th April 1797. The Industrial Revolution had just started and England was
about to make its mark in the world. Parliament had issued strict instructions through the judiciary to deal severely
with any miscreant whose acts would undermine the successful development of a new world order. New industrial
businesses were springing up all over the land and, in the colonies, plantations were being established to fuel the
growing demand for raw materials. Labour was particularly a problem in the colonies. As there was a need to provide
cheap labour, felons convicted of capital offences would be considered for sentences of varying terms of slavery.

It was a guilty verdict. They couldn’t believe it. They were convictions that carried capital penalties. All they had
done was to default on their creditors who had given them capital to develop their drapery business. They had fully
intended to repay the loans. The small matter of alleged stealing was only some money which they had used on the
business which had been given to them by a friend for safe-keeping while she was away. That friend had told the
investigating magistrates a pack of lies. If only the clock could be turned back. If only….

The Court Usher motioned to the girls to stand up as the judge was about to pronounced sentence.

“ Jennie Jones, Anna Reynolds and Juliet Strong. You have all been found guilty by the panel of the heinous crimes
against the community of embezzlement and theft. Your position in society has hitherto been extremely privileged,
coming as you do from the merchant class of the community. However, you have broken the trust that society
demands of you to set an example to the lower classes. Transgression of the law warrants a commensurate example
made of wrong-doers, such as yourselves, The law demands that I be constrained to pass the mandatory sentence of
death by hanging. You shall be taken from here to a place of execution and shall hang by the neck until dead.…..”

“However, since our new colonies need labour, our Gracious Sovereign Lord, King James, has in His Mercy allowed
discretion in cases such as yours. Since you are none here convicted of murder or treason but of a lesser capital
offence, I am able to spare your lives. You are hereby sentenced to slavery in the colonies for the rest of your natural
lives. You will be sold at public auction to the highest bidder as a hard labour work slave.”

“But before you are taken down, I want it quite clear what this means. Firstly, as slaves, you own nothing. Not even
your bodies. All your worldly possessions and your bodies will be forfeit to the State. You will be stripped of your
clothes, which will be sold, and will be clad in the meanest of cast-off rags or kept naked as befits the status of a
chattel and a beast of burden. You will be not allowed any special luxuries or even sanitation normal to a human being.
This status you have relinquished by your wicked deeds. After sentencing you will be branded as a beast of burden
and sexual property; you will be transported in a slave ship to the Colonies, work in chains under the whip and kept
in conditions as other farmyard animals. In short, you cease to be a member of the human race as of now, since your
bodies are forfeit to the State. In the event that you misbehave or do not co-operate, the original sentence will be
immediately carried out and without notice. Guard, take these slaves down and lash them!”

Juliet couldn’t believe her ears. She had been once to a slave auction in the market in Chelmsford and had seen for
herself how degraded the convicted felons looked who were to be sold as female slaves. They were herded and
prodded like animals. Their only covering was the ragged remains of what they had been wearing when arrested. They
were filthy, barefoot and in chains. At that time, she just looked way in disgust at the dejected miserable human
flotsam and gave them no further thought. My God, she was about to become one of them!

A howl of delight went up from the spectators in the courtroom as Jennie and her companions were roughly pulled
out of the dock by the rope halters around their necks and dragged down into the jail in the bowels of the courthouse.
They were taken into a dim holding cell, lit only with burning braziers and surrounded by six burly and rough looking
guards.

“Take them clothes off neatly, slave wenches, they now belong to the state. If you are careless and tear them, you’ll
get twelve more lashes. Take your shoes off also. Slaves are no permitted footwear and must be barefoot at all times.
Animals are barefoot and so are slaves”

It was useless to resist. They had heard with their own ears what the judge had said. Who could possibly come to
their aid? They had no relations or close family and couldn’t even turn to any friends. They were terrified.
Hesitatingly, they took their shoes off and slowly began to disrobe until they were naked in front of the guards.

“Help yourselves men. Come and see what these wenches have to offer!”

The other guards advanced on the trembling girls who were trying to cover their pussies with one hand and their bare
breasts with the other. The head guard who was nearest to Jenny gave her a hard slap across the face and screamed,
“Take your hand away from your tits and cunt, slave, the time has gone for any modesty. We want to sample the
goods before you’re handed over to the slave master.”

The rest of the guards grabbed the two other girls who had taken the lead from Jenny and let their hands drop to their
sides. They grabbed at the girls’ naked breasts needing their nipples painfully between the fingers of their coarse dirty
hands and then pulling their legs apart to probe at their cunts. Each of the girls were forced to the dirty floor and
pinioned by their arms by one of the guards, while another exposed himself, forced their legs apart and hungrily trust
into them.

“Open up wide, wench”, said one of the guards tying to force himself on Juliet, who was resisting her manhandling,
“You heard what the judge said. You don’t own your bodies anymore. You’re all just slaves now and have lost your
rights to be treated as common citizens. You had better get used to slavery right now, or life will be even harder for
you. He laughed out aloud and winked crudely at the other guards. He addressed the three girls “All we’re trying to
do is to be kind to you. Your masters in the Colonies will just treat you as the human chattel you now are.”

The rutting guards grunted with pleasure and climaxed quickly. The judges in the quarter sessions had been sending
scores of hapless women to the Colonies as slaves recently and they were only too happy for the guards to give them
their first lessons in what their slavery meaned.

The three girls were roughly dragged to their feet by the hair and drawn to the next door room. The floor was covered
in straw and a blacksmith stood by a brazier with glowing coals which he was fanning using a set of bellows. A metal
object was heating in the coals, which looked like a branding iron.

“Come here wenches and see what mark you’re to have.” He reached for the branding iron and grabbed from the
heating coals and then pressed it for five seconds in an uncured piece of leather. The blacksmith then raised the leather
for the girls to plainly see:

SLAVE SLUT

Property of:

“Your new owners in the Colonies will have the brand completed with their own mark which is they also use for their
animals. You will be branded on both breasts and on the inside of you left thigh to remind you that you are now just
other people’s property to use in any way they want. “Grab the first wench, Jake”

Anna was pushed roughly in the direction of a wooden cross the height of a man with shackles attached to the arms
of the cross an at ankle height. She was turned around to face the front and the shackles were fastened to her wrists
and ankles. She was terrified and thrashed her head from side to side in anticipation of the pain that would mean she
ceased to be an ordinary citizen. She would bear the scars of the brand for the rest of her life, but even more degrading
was that her marked skin would announce to the world that she was just an animal. A thing no longer worthy of any
respect or concern. Property to be bought and sold, used and abused and, whenever the latter happened no questions
would be asked since she was just a slave wench with no rights.

Anna saw with horror and stated to wail when she saw that the blacksmith had withdrawn the iron from the fire and
was advancing with an evil grin on his face. He held the white hot branding iron a foot from Anna’s eyes, “Here you
are wench. This mark will be a constant reminder to you and tell the world that you’re just the lowest female slave,
an animal, for others to use.”

With that remark he applied the iron to her left breast and held it there for three seconds. Anna by then was long
gone. The searing pain and humiliation had shut down her senses and she slumped unconscious in her bonds. She
didn’t feel a thing when the blacksmith applied the still scalding iron to her left breast and to the sensitive inside of
her left thigh. The blacksmith’s assistant came across to the listless slave girl and smeared evil smelling green paste
over her brands. He then undid her shackles and, none to carefully, dragged her to the corner of the cell and laid her
down in some filthy straw.

The other two girls who had been watching Anna’s branding were shaking with terror and started to scream for
mercy, to stop their branding. It was to no avail. The two guards restraining the girls slapped them hard over their
breasts to shut them up and threatened them with a large coiled whip if they didn’t submit quietly. “Stow it wenches.
The less fuss the better for you. Any more from either of you and you’ll both get a dozen lashed before you’re
branded, and that will hurt a lot more when your tits feel the iron.”

It was soon over for Jenny and Juliet. Like Anna, Jenny passed out after the first brand, but Juliet retained her
senses. They were both unceremoniously dumped in the same corner of the cell as Anna, who by then was beginning
to recover from her ordeal.

The girls were left locked in their cell for a couple of hours to recover more fully from their branding when suddenly
the guards returned. One of the guards carried a wooden pail. “Slaves, this is to prevent infection in your brands and
to protect the property of your prospective owners.” With those words, he threw the contents of the pail which was
salty water over the slave wenches huddling together in the mud and straw of the cell. “Now get you arses moving,
sluts, its time for a feel of the lash.

The guards placed a rope halter around each of the girls’ necks and roughly pulled them to their feet. Another guard
wielded a whip and started to lash at their bare breast and thighs. They were dripping wet from their soaking and each
lash bit hard into naked skin unaccustomed to the hard life of slavery that they would come to enjoy.

Anna was singled out especially. “Please…. please don’t….don’t whip me anymore, I pray you,” she wailed. Red
wields appeared on both breasts where the tip of the whip had gauged its mark. Despite her protestations and pain,
she felt an unusual arousal and a throbbing sensation between her legs. The more the whip rained down on her, the
hotter she became. She was trying to get out some words but they didn’t materialise. The whipping stopped. She
suddenly realised with embarrassment that she was about to beg one of the guards to screw her.

Another guard came into the cell clutching a bundle which he threw down in the straw of the cell. “Right wenches, get
togged up. You’re lucky to have anything to wear. The previous owners have no use for them since they all have gone
to the gallows. They did rather get a lot of use for them, so don’t expect high fashion!”

Jenny bent down to see what had been provided for them. They were filthy rags; Remnants of coarse clothing that
were worse than any she had seen worn by common beggar girls in the streets. They were damp and malodorous, and
had been obviously worn for many months in the grimy insanitary conditions of contemporary jails. She picked up a
long ankle length shift that was torn and ripped in many places and whose skirt was completely tattered.

“Come on, wench, you’re lucky to have clothes at all as slaves. Pull on your rags and look lively about it”.

Jenny stepped into the disgusting garment and pulled it up over her body. The material was rotten and had once been
white cotton. The shift had probably belonged to a cheap whore and had started to disintegrate long before its former
owner’s incarceration. There were rents and tears in the material, which almost completely exposed her bare breasts
and as she walked the tattered garment would allow glimpses of her cunt through rips in the hem that reached thigh
level.

The other two girls then selected their new apparel. Juliet found a hideously dirty tattered petticoat and a ragged
threadbare gown that appeared to have been used as a rag to clean the floor. She looked deeper in the pile for a blouse
to wear under the rags she had already selected. She found nothing. Anna’s new outfit comprised a piece of sacking
that she tied around her waist. Her breasts were virtually left bare, as the tattered boy’s shirt she had picked up had
more or less disintegrated and needed to be tied under her tits to stop them being completely exposed.

The ragged slave girls were led back to the blacksmith where they were fitted with rusty wrist manacles and fetters
for their legs with only two feet of chain between them. Thick iron collars were then placed around their neck and
fastened by rivets. They were then taken down a flight of stone steps in the prison to a dank hole that was to be their
holding cell for the next three months.

To be continued? mdmorris@attglobal.net

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