When slavery was
reintroduced about halfway into the century, it was hailed worldwide as the
saviour of mankind. For too many years,
the gradual emasculation of the penal systems, particularly in the western
world, had rendered the police impotent and the courts unwilling to impose
appropriate sentences knowing full well the prison system was bursting at the
seams and was in any case pretty near useless in correcting the errant ways of
the criminal classes everywhere.
But slavery fixed all
that. With the very willing agreement of
the United Nations and its member states this new brand of slavery was made so
horrible that the criminal classes thought a great deal more than twice before
risking such a horrible fate.
For a start,
sentences were much longer than the former jail terms had been and in serious
cases were for life – and that meant for the term of your natural life. Secondly, the life of a slave was made as
horrible as possible. For example,
slaves were to be considered as less than animals. They were not permitted clothing of any kind
at any time and only in the coldest climes were their feet and lower legs
sprayed with Thermacoat®, a clear plastic that was invisible but protected the
wearer against frostbite. They were also
permanently denuded of all facial and body hair below the eyes.
Furthermore the new
laws also required that they be worked at the hardest possible labour for up to
fifteen hours a day. And finally, they
were fed Slave Chow, a very cheaply produced pelletised food made from
low-class or cast-off meats, vegetables and grain, all steamed together under
pressure in giant hoppers which then masticated the contents to a thick paste,
extruded it from nozzles, dried it and then bagged it into single-kilogram
paper bags, fifty-kilogram sacks, or stored it in giant silos for bulk delivery
to those slaveholders with a large herd.
A double handful night and morning followed by a litre of plain water
provided all the nutriments a slave needed but of course provided none of the
pleasure one normally derives from eating.
I say that the
slavery fixed the problems of the world.
I should perhaps amend that rather ambitious statement. Yes, it certainly saw the demise of many
crimes including extreme religious terrorism, street crime and a large
proportion of burglaries. Unfortunately,
there were other areas where the impact was a great deal less successful: among
the worst of these were crimes motivated by sex, but also less affected was
white-collar crime where young executives were convinced they could beat the
And this is where I
My name is Peter
Fullerton and I am a graduate mechanical engineer from the Queensland
University of Technology in Brisbane. I
had had a passing interest in the science of penology and had watched the
successes and failures of criminal slavery with a rather more active curiosity
than most others. And that’s when I decided
that my calling in life might well be used not only to punish those seemingly
unaffected by the rather Draconian elements of slavery, but to send a message
to others of like mind that a great deal of pain and shame might well accompany
their continued breaches of the peace.
I made an appointment
to speak with John Albright the director-general of the Queensland Department
of Slave Management to whom I had sent a brief outline of my thesis on the
areas where criminal slavery had not appeared to work as well as was
expected. This had of course included my
proposals to correct the imbalance.
He heard me out
quietly and apparently with interest and when I had finished expounding on my
written treatise he first of all asked about my interest in the subject and
then, after I had explained a passing concern, wondered why I had come to see
him about it.
“Sir, as you know, I
am a mechanical engineer with a bent for useful gadgetry. It seems to me that in the case of this level
of intransigence, if pain was added to the mix of the hardships already being
experienced by the slaves, the message might finally get across that society is
not going to tolerate their behaviour any longer.
“Here are some
sketches that represent some of my ideas on how such disgusting perverts might
be punished and by that I mean publicly so as to not only make them understand
that pain now follows such behaviour but also to get the message across to
others of their persuasion out in the public area.
“In the past, pain
was used extensively in the punishment of malefactors. In the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, it
was largely abolished as being inhuman.
The problem is, as I see it, that such people are scarcely human themselves
and that the infliction of rather severe pain is perhaps the one way they may
be corrected of their sins.”
“And you believe that
the government may well accept these rather outré ideas of yours?”
I smiled at him. “I do, sir.
You will be well aware that the media has been making merry with the
apparent lack of success in the area of punishing crimes motivated by sex and
white-collar crime. I imagine this is
more than somewhat of an embarrassment to the cabinet and that they are no
doubt searching for a solution to the problem.
“If you were to allow
me to turn some of these sketches into actual items of punishment, and then
select a particularly nasty offender to be punished before the TV cameras, the
results may well go some way to reducing this problem.”
He looked at me
thoughtfully and I knew then that he and his officers had no doubt been charged
by their political masters to come up with a solution and to do it
quick-smart. He nodded at me and told me
he thought there was some merit in my ideas but that he would have to put it to
his minister and that he would get back to me as soon as he had an answer.
“I can’t ask more
than that, sir,” stood up, shook his hand and left his office.
It only took two days
and I had a call back from him inviting me to meet the Minister. James Francis was my kind of man. Whereas the DG was formal and correct with
me, the Minister was rather fulsome in his praise of my ideas.
“You seem to have
come right to the point, Mr Fullerton.
We of course, have been aware of the problem for quite some time but to
this point haven’t been able to come up with a solution that we think might
work. I believe yours has merit and
while it is certainly harsh, it is clear that such harshness is probably about
the only thing these animals understand.
“I am of course
referring to the sexual offenders, rather than white-collar criminals, however
that latter group have been laughing at us for far too long and if the
infliction of pain in a public arena is the only way we are going to get the
message across that their activities will not be tolerated, then so be it.
“What I have decided,
is to set you up in a small unit in the Department’s head office to develop
your ideas and fabricate some of the items I see here in these sketches. The Premier is in accord and we now await your
completion of the first of these instruments.
“Which one do you
propose to develop first?”
“As the sexual
offender is probably the most serious of this class of malefactor, sir, might I
suggest this one.” I was pointing to a
machine I had envisaged to inflict severe pain to the genitals of a sex
offender and he nodded and smiled.
“Perfect! And how long do you think it might take you
to actually build this machine?”
“Oh, probably a month
or two. Er, I don’t know whether you
have any ideas about the actual event, sir, but I feel that it ought to be high
theatre. Perhaps staged in an auditorium
of some sort and with the victim and her or his family present, front and
centre and not only the machine and its victim displayed, but also the
reactions of the audience to his pain. If
the resultant show was aired on prime TV – and I suspect the television
companies will be falling over themselves to secure the rights to do so – the
message would go out loud and clear to the whole population of Queensland, not
to mention the rest of Australia.”
He stared at me in
some awe. “My, you are serious about
this, Peter. But that makes me even more
eager to have you on board…” He turned to his DG. “Please see that Peter has everything he
needs, John. I think we are going to
have to nurture this young man for I can see nothing but good coming from his
association with us.”
“I couldn’t agree
more, Minister, and it shall be done.”
I won’t go into too
much detail about the construction of my machine. Suffice it to say I made it appear an instrument
of terror not to mention severe pain to the male genitals of a sexual offender.
I recruited Quentin
Jacobs, an electrical engineer friend of mine to collaborate with me in utilising
the combination of our two skills to result in a machine that we hoped would
send lightning bolts of fear through the minds of these perverted individuals.
I am well aware that
the sexual urges of individual human beings are many and varied but no matter
how much a person may be tempted to deal aggressively with young people or
women, society expects him to either seek treatment or control himself in some
other way. There are few, if any,
ordinary people who have much sympathy with these perverts and I suspected that
Queensland at large would be only too pleased to see them punished.
I shall now attempt
to describe the machine and then to relate its first use.
It is in two
parts. The first part is the standard
upon which the victim is to be secured.
It is in the form of a narrow cone exactly one metre high. It is constructed of top grade stainless
steel and the apex is not pointed but rounded at the two-centimetre diameter
The victim is forced
up onto this cone and impaled on it. His
legs are then drawn up behind him and with his wrists, secured to brackets
emanating from the back of the cone. A
further extension of this bracket leads up to a metal neck collar that draws
his upper body backwards somewhat.
Another bracket emerging from the front of the cone secures the root of
his penis and his scrotum in another collar which can be tightened to the point
it engenders a full erection in his penile member.
In front of him is
the electrical side of the machine. This
unit is designed with two electrodes on an arm which may be extended to reach
out and press against the outer sides of each testicle. This arm has a further electrical connection
which when brought up close to his body allows it to be plugged into the metal
collar around the root of his genital organs.
The middle part of
this unit is a sort-of milking machine with a flexible metal tube which is
inserted deep into his urethra and includes a pair of test-tube-like glass
receptacles to collect his semen.
The last remaining
part of this unit is another arm emanating from the very top which extends
forward and ends up with similar electrodes to those designed for his testicles
which may be brought forward and pressed against his temples.
It is a thing of
macabre beauty, at least to us and when the Minister and his DG inspected it
they agreed with us.
Quentin and I
demonstrated how it worked but not with a real person. We had had a life-size dummy made with joints
that would move as required and a real anus made of plastic and rubber which
could be impaled on the cone. We secured
this up onto it and then manipulated its limbs so as to present its body
leaning backwards a little and its genitals (which were very realistic and the penis
of which could actually be pumped up to a very lifelike erection) now really
Quentin then extended
the electrodes onto its temples and testicles and then inserted the tube deep
up into its urethra. Then, as the
minister and his DG watched, Quentin operated the controls which he had
designed around a computer program to deliver a combination of sexual
excitement and unholy pain via the electrodes at his temples and testicles.
Of course the dummy
didn’t react, but the demonstration with the pair of us explaining what would
be happening if it was a real person secured on the cone brought home, I think
in graphic detail, that a real victim would be suffering from a number of
Of course, the first
milking, stimulated by minute and very pleasurable electric shocks to his
genital organs, would result in extreme pleasure but as any man knows, once
that pleasure is experienced, a second bout if brought on too closely after the
first, results in a diabolic ache and a third and even a fourth is even more
agonising. So this part of his
punishment is to milk him until he is screaming for mercy. But then the real punishment begins.
The shocks to his
temples and genitals now assume a much higher voltage although their nature
changes through various cycles. For
example, alternating current has a completely different effect on the human
body, and particularly its most sensitive parts (the genital organs) than
direct current. Then, the frequency of
the alternating current can be varied and this too delivers quite different but
always very painful reactions in his body.
Oh, I should have mentioned that the stainless-steel cone upon which he
is perched provides another electrode so that the shocks can be varied to many
different parts of his body from his temples, his anus and his genital organs.
The Minister was
absolutely ecstatic in his praises for our efforts. “This machine is certainly a thing of
exquisite, if macabre beauty,” he gushed, “I can’t wait to see it used for
He turned to his DG
and mentioned that the Premier had suggested that John Brady would be his
choice for its first victim. I was as
pleased as punch at this suggestion.
John Brady is an ultra-handsome, highly athletic young man who thinks
that every woman is his for the taking and when Wendy Griffith hotly refused
his amorous advances he not only stripped and raped her brutally but continued
on with the assault until she was unconscious and near to death.
The Chief Justice had
had no compunction whatsoever in sentencing him to slavery for the rest of his
natural life which is what everybody expected anyway. He had shown no remorse whatsoever during the
investigation, the trial, and afterwards.
In cases like his the
usual treatment of a slave is deferred.
Normally, newly convicted slaves are collected from the courts and taken
to a State Slave Centre (SSC), processed and sold at auction the following
Saturday morning. But with cases like
Brady’s, where additional sentences may have been ordered by the judge or
deemed appropriate by the Minister for Slave Management, his sale is deferred
pending such further treatment.
It had been decided,
that the auction room at the SSC would be an ideal location to administer the
punishment and so it was arranged for a fortnight hence. In the meantime Quentin and I checked and
rechecked the actual functions to ensure there would be no hitches on the day.
I agreed to be the ‘victim’,
“As long as you don’t zap me too hard, man.”
He grinned. “I’ll be
careful, don’t worry.”
It all worked
perfectly every time, even to the weird masturbation part of the process which
of course he terminated once I had ejaculated once.
I had him deliver a
full strength single shock to my testicles because I wanted to know exactly how
bad the pain would be. He asked me if I
was sure and I nodded and said, “Yes, do it!”
The pain was
excruciating but I was exultant. This
was exactly what that bastard needed and I just felt really happy that Quentin
and I had been able to produce the goods, as it were.
Wendy Griffith had by
this time just about fully recovered from her ordeal – physically, that
is. But mentally she was still a
mess. I had taken the trouble to speak
with her psychiatrist to ask him if we should invite her to the punishment.
He looked at me
carefully. “Peter, I think this is
perhaps the one thing that is going to snap her out of her terrible
malaise. Watching him get some measure
of what he did to her will, I hope, bring about her full mental recovery, so go
ahead, invite her and her family and I’ll be along to sit with her during it
The auction room was
full to capacity. They charged a proper
commercial price and they sold the tickets on the basis of first-in,
best-dressed. Apart from Wendy and her
family and of course the minister and his DG, there were no favourites.
Once everybody was
seated, John Brady was dragged in by two uniformed officers of the SSC and
secured up onto the cone, his muscular legs drawn up behind his buttocks and
secured in the manacles there as were his wrists and neck. Quentin then carefully secured the two pairs
of electrodes to his temples and testicles and then inserted the tube into the
meatus of his penis.
Of course he hadn’t
remained silent through all this. He may
have been ultra-handsome and had a near-perfect physique, together with
flawless skin, but he was not a nice person.
He mouthed all manner of invective to his guards as they dragged him into
the room and when he saw the crowd seated in the ascending, semi-circular rows
of seats facing him he just screamed abuse at them, too.
But then as he
approached the machine and stared at it, I imagine realising what was about to
happen to him, at least in some measure, he quietened momentarily but then let
fly again with his obscene abuse as he was fitted into it.
That didn’t last
long, though, for Quentin now positioned himself at the control panel, checking
his circuits and readings and then pressing the button to start the program.
As you are aware, the
program starts with a pleasurable excitement of his genital organs, resulting
in a powerful erection and a first very potent series of jets of his semen up
the tube and into the first of the test tubes.
And now his face
assumed a sneer of delight. I had left
Quentin up there on the stage and joined Wendy in her front row centre position
so that I could explain to her what was happening during the course of the punishment.
She turned to me and
said that he appeared to be enjoying himself and why on earth would we be doing
that? I whispered to her that in only a
few minutes the rapture that was now apparent all over his face, would soon be
replaced with something approaching agony and that she must just be patient.
She nodded and turned
her attention back to Brady, now squirming in apparent delight as the
electrodes tickled his genital organs to a second, somewhat lesser spurt of his
But that second
ejaculation was now bringing on the first pangs of the ache that would soon
have him moaning and groaning. But of
course that was only the beginning. Very
soon after that the electrodes at his temples and his testicles would begin to
increase the voltage and other parameters of the shocks so that his body would begin
to shake and shudder; his eyes would seem to be standing out on stalks; sweat
would form all over his body and his mouth would be open with his tongue poking
out but without a sound emanating from his foul mouth as his larynx was now
paralysed by the shocks.
By my side, Wendy was
now ecstatic. It was as if her malaise
had never been. There was the man who
had so brutally raped her and otherwise attacked her now in the throes of the
worst pain she could possibly imagine.
She turned to me once
again, her face now radiant, “Talk about retribution, Peter. This is absolutely perfect and I’ll bet that
every rapist in the state now watching this on their TV or whatever, is having
second thoughts about his behaviour.”