Timber Brook was a rural school where both Red and Blue Cast students attended. In the year 293 AS (after Strober) no one was alive when the caste system was first started in North Carolina. Some one calculated it had been around for 20 generations.
What happened that long ago was that a tax was levied against all citizens who had not been paying taxes, and mooching on government programs. The toll to be a free citizen was 250 credits for an adult and 100 credits cash for a child of any age.
Those who didn’t have the money were expected to surrender at 7 camps around the state for processing and sale to more prosperous citizens. Many people left North Carolina because not all other states had caste laws. The Dakotas, Oregon and in Canada British Columbia.
It had been told in my family for years that my relative refused to sell his hilltop and refused to pay the general levy. All the other males of his family were publicly hanged in downtown Ashville for killing the slave catchers, and he had killed seven, he was the best shot of anyone –woman or man., but he was only eleven and looked nine.
He was sold on the steps of the gallows where the others were killed with his older sisters. His mother took out eleven before she caught a bullet.
It was a hidden vow of all Mermacke that there would someday be a time of revenge and a time to take the hilltop back.
When I was eleven I was a sort of wrestling hero in Mountain Town Church. Red Caste people worked for their masters every day, but Saturday. On Sunday we attended church and then had a dinner on the church lawn, and then wrestled until it rained. Those that didn’t wrestle like women just sat and watched.
At Mountain Town there were two Baxter boys and two Baxter girls. The Baxter boys were Eddie and Sim. I knew in a fair wrestling match I could beat either of them, but Red Caste were the wrestlers. The Blue Cast boys carried holstered pistols to keep the rest of us slaves inline. There were a bunch of Baxter girls — and Carlesa Baxter and Ruby were the only ones in Junior or High School. The rest of the Baxters were indergardeners.
At least the Baxter’s wanted their slaves to be educated and be socialized into the caste world. Some slaves were even sent to college to be teachers. Our teachers included a Smithson. Her given name was Amy and a Jackson her name was Betty. Both of them came from farms owned by the Baxters, and both lived at the Baxter’s barn house and were at least being tapped by old man Baxter. He was known as T.R, or at last that’s what everyone said, and that was how it appeared to most everyone.
Amy Smithson taught me math, and math she didn’t really understand she got me books so i could figure it out and explain what ways the problems worked for her.
I told her how to solve math problems so simply she had me explain math to all the other kids.
I think my trouble all came about from the class with Eddie Baxter, TR’s oldest son. He was older than me, but smaller.
Not only did the Baxter boys carry a gun to school, but also a slave beating strap. The Baxter girls also carried the strap, but not the guns.
With math there are answers, and then there are wrong answers. The classroom caste ritual was that every morning the Baxter boys and girls arrived and sometimes their Red Caste slaves were already at their seats when they got there.
As the Baxter’s walked in the door all of us would get on our knees by our desks and bow our heads until the Baxter’s were all seated in the front desks.
There were several ways the Baxter children showed us their mastery of us. One was ‘selections’ at the end of the school day. Eddie and Sim would walk among the girl students and pick one of them for their bed. Sometimes the picked slave girl would be back in school the next day. Other times a girl would be gone weeks, months or would never return to class. Some had babies for one of the masters and never went back to class.
That was the power of the Blue Masters among girls, but with boys and girls every year some students were put out of school for ‘stupidity’.
Every few weeks boys would be ‘humbled’ by one brother or the other. Usually humbling was done during the physical education period when we played games outside. Eddie or Sim would pick a boy and have him either ‘Walk in a humble way or crawl to the punishment room. It was a room behind the schoolhouse.
I was smart enough at a very young age not to resist any indignity. Until I was eleven the usual indignity in the punishment room was getting strapped and it was regularly ten licks, licking the shoes or bare feet of the master. Either Eddie or Sim would go in together with me as I crawled into the room.
Right before Les Jackson got shot, I was taken into the room by both masters. First I was told by Eddie, “Slave now suck my shoes like it was Amy Smithson’t pussy.”
I think Eddie was itching to shoot someone because he clicked open his holster. All Red Caste slaves knew that there was always an effort to instill terror into the slaves.
Eddie said that about the teacher Amy’s pussy because he thought I was sucking up to the teacher so she would let me teach problems in the little and big school math classes.
After I had sucked hard and licked his shoes, covering them with siliva, he kicked me three times like you would kick out at a mad dog to keep it from biting you. Each time he kicked me I screamed like I was being killed, the masters liked screams and pleadings for mercy. I screamed like a little girl, but I didn’t beg for mercy to Eddie, with Eddie begging didn’t help.
“Undress now big porker Charles, stand on your pig feet and pull off those clothes fast.” As I frantically undressed Eddie slid the gun out of his holster and checked the ammo. I had read in a history book where someone said, ‘Don’t pull out your gun unless something needs shooting.’
Well I knew that the Blue Caste masters use ‘examples’ to instill fear and instruct the other slaves. When I was six years old I was with the others assembled Red Caste slaves when this woman Verlie Baker was stripped and given 100 lashes with a whip because she ran away and was caught and returned from Nashville Tennessee. She was a young woman, and screaming didn’t help her. During the last 50 licks her screams went lower and lower and finally she just hung there.
I was told that the woman died a day later after she woke up.
As I stood naked with my head bowed before Sima and Eddie, Eddie said, “All the little red flowers that I pick at bedtime think you’re the best boy in school Of course they dont’ include my brother and I in the boys at school because we are their gods.
Little Roberta told me that she wishes I would give her to you as a wife Charles when I’m finished with her.” Roberta Johnson was the most beautiful girl in the 7th grade and had just been picked by Eddie for fucking. She had cried as she rushed out of the room and over to his house.
“Yeah it was like an insult Charlie when I had my dick inside of Roberta and she mentioned your name.
Well I plowed her corn field all weekend and she thought being like she is, that mentioning you name would cause me to remember when I am deciding who gets which wife or wives among my animals. She thought I would let her blond ass be plundered by one of my big pigs.
So for your pig head, I’m keeping Roberta. When she’s thirty she will still be my bedroom slave. I gave her ten licks for saying your name.
Now she know I am her god. Am I your god Charles?” He raised my bowed head with the barrel of his gun, to look deeply in my eyes.
“Yes master, you are god! I love you master.” I said, my father Buford always told me, ‘When you feel most threatened by the slave masters tell them you love them. Well with Eddie’s gun barrel holding up my chin I told him my most sincere love as Sim chuckled.
Who knows why, but the father probably said to the boys, ‘Eddie and Sim the discipline is a little lax, so shoot someone at the school so they (Red Caste) will know we’re their god, Jesus and the Holy Spirit.’ And who would he pick to shoot but the biggest boy. I was probably the one boy who Eddie would think it best to shoot. I was smart, to smart and that is a threat when your raising lap dog slaves. You want pigs smart enough to run a tractor, but not ones who can teach you math.
With the gun still under my chin he said, “Sim go outside and pick our next pig, you know a likely one, and I have one more thing to do with Charlene before I let him crawl out of here.” With his left hand he picked up my dick and balls and played with them until Sim close the punishment room door.
Then Eddie put his gun back in its holster. He had the hammer cocked back to low off my head, I guess, and said, “Now since you admit Charles that I am god — then you also admit that if I say you’re a girl, you are? Don’t you Charlene?”
“Yes master I’m your girl, and you are god.” I said, the cocked gun had scared me, and he was reveling in my terror. I knew he could still kill me.
“Look at the situation Charlene, from my view, like one of you fuckin math problems. I own you Charlene like a sack of shit fertilizer. You don’t have a pussy and you have to be as tame as a girl when I’m sticky with my hard dick inside her.
Sim and I are supposed to shoot one slave that’s threating today. We both thought I might shoot your dick off and then nail you to the school doorway and let you scream a week. Well Sim’s gone out to get Les Jackson. TR said we should find one boy to scream and another to kill.
I liked the way you screamed when I kicked you Charlene. but you know what dad does his young Red farmers to make sure they worship him don’t you?”
“He fucks them in the ass master. He calls them to his house and screws their ass master.”
“Do you know they scream like girls?”
“No master.”
“Well they do, and what he is teaching them is that they are all females. Any slave is a female, with or without balls.
It would be a good farming practice to keep animals around like you Charlene to breed more big boys and girls for your owner. Big is good and bad, you remember Phyllis from the 3rd grade?”
“Yes master, Phyllis Graph.”
“Well she disappeared most of the children thought. Well she did disappear. She was bigger than you are now, Charlene at age eleven. She was 9 and dumb as rocks. She was too ugly to fuck, but nice firm meat. Well Sim and I practiced on her — shooting practice. Then she was butchered and put in our freezer. She tasted a little sweet like some pork.
Beg me to fuck you Charlene.” He pointed to the couch in the room and I laid on my stomach on it and said, “Please fuck me Eddie, your my god.” When he did it, it really hurt and I screamed in earnest.
I was dressed and on my knees when Eddie’s bother knocked and said, “Eddie I brought the Johnson girl over, can it crawl in now?”
“Sure let it in, the doors unlocked.” Eddie said and Les Johnson crawled in. He sat on his knees right next to me, and Eddie said, “Look little Les pig, some girls have reported to me you said, ‘The only good Baxter is a dead Baxter.’”
“No master I never said that,” Les said in a pleading, begging voice.
“Your own mother told my dad as he porked her on his day porch that you said you, ‘Don’t like us (Baxters) is your mother a lier?”
“No master, but your father takes my sisters or my mother out of our house on a leash. They cry, and how would you like your mother and sister taken off to be fucked?”
“Stand up and drop your pants Les.” Eddie said.
And like a good slave Les did. Then Eddie said, “Your mother and sisters are attractive, pretty faces and they keep their hair nice. My father is attracted to big pointy breasts and animal hair. That’s something you should praise god over, not blame your owners. You will have to be punished.
With Les’s pants down at his shoes with his underpants, Eddie drew his gun and stuck it against Les’ dick and balls, and I at first thought it was for terror, but then he pulled the trigger and Les fell to the floor screaming. He rolled around on the floor as Eddie shot him in both legs and both arms.
Thank god for profuse bleeding, because Les was dead before the slaves from the Baxter house nailed him to a tree in the school yard to rot.
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