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Twelve Days a Slave 10 of 13
by
The Technician

slavery, public nudity, public wrestling, public spanking, public
humiliation, public punishment

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Combat can be punishment... at least for the loser.

This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and
what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal
slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to
the Constitution of the United States of America do NOTprohibit
slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other
words, the Constitution allows penal slavery.

After the woman is convicted, a "sentence negotiator" gets her
sentence reduced to a public day of repentance followed by eleven days
of public punishment. Following that, she is to serve one year of
penal servitude.

<b>This story deals with non-consensual punishment, pain, and
involuntary slavery. If such topics offend you or upset you, I would
advise skipping this particular book.</b>

There are thirteen chapters to this story. The chapters can be read on
their own, but the story is much better understood if the previous
portions have been read. The complete story is full book length. I
debated publishing it with some of my other books at Fiction4all, but
decided that I would rather serialize it and post it here.

A description of the thirteen chapters follows the end of each
chapter. The eighth day introduces a unique punishment- punishment by
combat. There is also an undercard of slave wrestling with humiliation
and pain in store for the loser.

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<em>WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of
18 ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.
All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts
depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if
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Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this
story for personal, non-commercial use.  Production of multiple copies
of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly
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<em>Chapter Ten - The eighth day introduces a unique punishment-
punishment by combat.</em>

The morning smell of coffee and bacon brought missy out of her deep
sleep. After her morning bathroom routine, she padded out to the front
of the RV. Sitting on her towel across from William she ate her
breakfast in silence. William hadn't greeted her when she came into
the kitchen. He now sat silently across the table from her carefully
cutting up his egg and putting small pieces into his mouth. Something
was definitely wrong. He normally ate very rapidly, scooping up an egg
whole and shoveling it into his mouth.

"Am I in trouble?" she asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

There was no answer.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked. Her voice was starting to sound
desperate. William was the only one who seemed to care for her and
treat her like a person.

William put down his fork and looked up at her. "It's not you," he
said slowly. Then with rising anger in his voice he said, "I didn't
want this day. I didn't set it up. It was forced on me. That damned
Mistress Soo wanted it. And she either has something on Judge Atkinson
or is fucking him... or both."

"What happens today?" missy asked. Now she was truly scared and her
voice showed it.

"Mistress Soo," he began, "has a stable of female wrestlers. She bulks
them up with steroids or just works the hell out of them to get them
in top shape and then travels around the country presenting naked
female wrestling. Her gimmick is that the loser of the match gets
punished by the winner."

He scooped up the rest of the egg on his plate and shoved it in his
mouth before continuing. "She set it up so that you have to wrestle
five of her best. At the end of the match- which everyone assumes you
will lose- you get punished. She uses the standard girl's school
escalation of punishments. First match is for ten hand spanks. The
second is ten with a slipper. The third is ten with a leather paddle.
The fourth is ten with a wooden paddle. And the fifth is six with the
cane."

For the first time since she met him, missy thought that William
looked desperate. "I can't control this one " he said quickly. "What
happens in Soo's ring is not part of my show. You could end up hurt in
there." His voice took on an overtone of anger, "I have a suspicion
that Mistress Soo, whoever in the hell she really is, is planning to
be the fifth wrestler. And she is known to cut people all to hell with
her cane."

He threw his fork down. "I don't want that happening to you," he spat
out. After a long pause he said, "I've given this a lot of thought.
Soo is a twenty-four carat Bitch, but like me, she is a showman. She
has to please the crowd to make money. This is going out on all the
vid channels and she is hoping it spikes the draw for her future
appearances."

He took missy's hands in his own. "I know you can't win, but you don't
have to. You just have to make a really good show of it. You have to
get the crowd rooting for you. Then that Bitch will have to go easier
on you in the last match. Play to your own strengths and take
advantage of their weaknesses. Look them over real good before you
even get into the ring. Figure out what will give you an advantage-
any advantage- and then exploit the hell out of it."

Missy looked up at him. It was obvious that she was afraid. "Do you
think you can handle that?" he asked.

She nodded her head. It wasn't really a choice. Not much was for her
these days. She was going to wrestle well-built, muscled wrestlers and
she was going to lose. Her only choice was how badly she lost. She
would just have to handle whatever happened.

"On top of all that," William continued, "you are your own undercard.
The first match is at noon. Then there will be a match every half hour
with the final match starting at two. Between matches you go back into
your cage and hang over the ring." He slammed his fist into the table,
"This SUCKS!" he yelled. "I can't help what is happening today, but by
God I will get that bitch for this!"

Missy sat and stared at him. He wasn't upset because the Mistress had
out maneuvered him or because the bitch was calling the shots. He was
upset because she might get hurt. He cared for her more than anyone
had before. He was just her owner, but he treated her better than
previous bosses, friends or even boyfriends.

William brought her out of her thoughts with a gruff, "Time to clean
up, grease up, lock up, and mount up."

Missy quickly cleaned up the few pans and dishes and then went outside
to join William. As usual, he threw her the baby oil and baby gel for
her to apply to her body while he got the ATV and trailers out of the
utility trailer. She watched as he went back inside the big trailer to
get the rolling sign.

The sign was different than before. Rather than just giving the time
of the show, it proclaimed, "Come see Mistress Soo and her Stable of
Wrestling Female Slaves" It then listed the times for each bout.

Also added on a small sign supported over the main sign by two small
rods was a red sign with white lettering which said, "Lottery ends
tonight at midnight. Winners will be notified immediately. Buy your
tickets at Fairground or on line." It then gave the <em>Slave missy's
Punishment Tour</em> website.

"What's the lottery?" she asked William as she handed him the oil
bottles so he could grease up her back.

"Today's troubles are enough for today," he replied wearily. "Save
tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow."

"Thanks, Yoda," she said as she stepped into her cage, "I'll have to
write that down and remember it."

William looked like he really wanted to say something, but instead he
just shook his head slightly and climbed on the ATV. He drove the
usual route, but instead of waving at anyone and everyone on the
route, he stared glumly ahead.

<em>"It looks he's doing enough worrying for both of us,"</em> she
thought to herself. <em>"Whatever is happening this afternoon must
really be bothering him."</em>

Because William was so worried, missy also had trouble paying
attention to the crowds, but she still remembered to turn regularly so
everyone could see her full body.

William must have been driving a little faster than normal because it
was well before nine when they got back to the fairground. The stage
crew was waiting, and as soon as missy was hoisted up into the air,
they began setting up a ring directly beneath the cage. They also
dragged an ornate wooden spanking bench onto the stage and placed it
next to the ring.

Missy relaxed back against the bars of her cage. Her first bout was in
three hours. She started to stroke herself as she usually did, but her
mind was too occupied even for that. 

"What are my strengths?" she said aloud to herself. 

In answer to her own question, she began a list. "One, I'm smart."
After a very long pause she said, "Damn! There has to be more than
that."

She started over. "One, I'm smart." She held up a second finger. "Two,
I'm relatively young and healthy."

After a short pause she added, "Three, I can handle a lot of pain...
or pleasure."

She was now holding up four fingers on her left hand while the pointer
finger of her right hand rhythmically tapped the fourth finger while
she repeated over and over again, "Four... four... four..."

She gave a deep sigh and said in almost a whisper, "Four, I have
nothing to lose."

A loud voice from beneath her interrupted her forlorn thoughts. It was
Mistress Soo. She was walking across the stage with six naked young
women. The fact that all of the women were totally hairless proclaimed
them as slaves. The fact that all of them were extremely muscular and
in perfect shape proclaimed them to be her wrestlers.

"Round one, round three, round four, and round six will be wrestling
today," the Mistress said harshly. "I expect you to win. If you don't,
you will be sold to the mines to pull ore carts. I can always give
another slave your name." 
The slaves stared silently at her. She put her hands on her hips and
snapped, "Is that understood?" All six women replied, "Yes, Mistress
Soo, this slave understands."

The Mistress then looked up at missy and said, "Don't worry," in an
overly sweet voice, "they have orders to not hurt you too badly." She
laughed heartily and then suddenly reverted to a very stern face
before saying, "That's for me to do in the fifth fight." She laughed
again, "... or shortly thereafter," she said between chuckles.

Mistress Soo turned and walked off the stage, calling behind her,
"Let's get you worthless slaves properly oil so the audience will
think you're beautiful." The six naked slaves hurried to catch up with
her as she strode across the infield. Missy watched them until they
disappeared into a trailer which was set up next to the grandstands.

"And what weaknesses do they have?" missy asked herself aloud. Again
she answered herself. "None!" she almost yelled. Then she added in a
very sad voice. "None at all!"

Missy closed her eyes. She wasn't sleeping, she was trying to block
out what awaited her. She knew that she was going to lose every match
and she was going to be beaten by hand, with a slipper, with a rubber
paddle, with a wooden paddle, and finally with a cane. By the end of
the day, her ass would be beyond even William's almost magical
ointment.

Her eyes were still closed when a voice came over the speakers.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. to Day Eight of slave missy's eleven
days of punishment. I am Mistress Soo, and I and my stable of naked
female wrestlers are presenting the program today. I am also taking
personal responsibility for seeing that this worthless slave who
claims to be a repentant terrorist is properly punished."

Missy looked down from her cage. Mistress Soo was dressed in a long
leather dress that nearly reached the floor. It somehow made her look
even larger and more menacing.

The Mistress looked up at missy and then looked out at the crowd. "In
this first match," she explained, "one of my newer slaves, `round
one,' will wrestle slave missy. The match is over when the winner pins
the loser to the mat in any fashion and administers ten swats with her
hand."

She chuckled in a very ominous way and then added, "I think we all
know who will win and whose ass is going to get paddled with the first
ten swats of the required forty-six, but since I am refereeing these
first four matches, I need to remain neutral." She followed that
statement with another deep laugh.

Missy's cage slowly lowered into the center of the ring. William
stepped through the ropes and unlocked the padlock. When missy stepped
out, he removed the collar and chains. "I'm in your corner," he said
softly as he stood close to her. "Remember," he added urgently, "play
from your strength while you exploit her weakness." He then stepped
out of the ring.

Mistress Soo came to the center of the ring. She raised both her arms
so that she was pointed at the two wrestlers who were standing in
their corners. "You come out at the bell," she said, "and you fight
until missy- I mean, someone- gets her ass smacked ten times. Those
are the rules." She paused as she looked from missy to round one and
back. Then she added slowly, "Those are <em> ALL</em> the rules."

She rapidly brought her arms down and a bell rang loudly several
times. Round one immediately moved out of her corner to the right. Not
really knowing why, missy mirrored her movements. They both slowly
circled the ring, spiraling inward until they were no more than an
arm's length apart.

At that point, round one moved like lightning and grabbed missy,
pulling her down to the mat. Missy rolled so she was on her back.
Normally that would not be a wise move for a wrestler, but missy
wasn't worried about her shoulders being pinned to the mat. She was
worried about her ass being swatted by round one's massive hands.

Round one slid sideways so that she was on top of missy from the side.
She rolled missy slightly up onto her side and leaned in close over
her. "When is your next show?" she asked in a whisper.

"Twelve-thirty," missy answered softly.

"No," round one replied, "not your next match, your next show."

"Tomorrow," missy whispered back. "It's another day of punishment."

"And Mistress knows that?"

"Yes," answered missy.

There was a short silence as round one rolled missy over onto her
other side. To the crowd it looked like missy was trying to fight
back, but in reality, round one was just throwing her wherever she
wanted her. "I'll let the others know," round one whispered before
lifting missy into the air and flipping her over onto her stomach.

It happened so fast that missy wouldn't have had a chance to react
even if she knew what to do. She came down between round one's legs.
One leg was beneath her and the other was over her back locking her in
place. She felt round one pull herself up to almost a sitting position
and then the first swat rang out.

Missy cried out more in surprise than pain. It hurt. It hurt like mad,
but it was nowhere near as bad as it sounded. A second "Smack!"
resounded through the arena and the crowd began to cheer.

"Scream... loud!" came the whispered command just before the third
blow fell. Missy screamed very loud. It was only a little bit
exaggerated. Even with her hand cupped so that it made the most noise,
round one's smacks hurt!

The fourth blow wasn't as hard as the third, but missy intentionally
increased her scream in pitch and volume. <em>"It's a show,"</em> she
said to herself. <em>"The fights are fixed and the punishments are
fixed! They might hurt each other, but it's all a performance. They
try not to harm each other."</em>

Somehow howling as if each smack were excruciatingly painful made it
all- including the pain- unreal for missy. <em>"Their weakness is that
for them it is all a show,"</em> missy told herself. <em>"And my
strength is that I can scream really loud."</em>

As soon as the last swat fell, round one rolled out from under missy
and stood up in one graceful motion. Missy was left lying face down on
the mat.

"Get up!" Mistress Soo's stern voice ordered.

Missy pushed herself to her knees and then stood up. She looked
slightly dazed as she wobbled back to her corner. "Are you OK?"
William asked as she steadied herself against the ropes.

"Found their weakness," she replied and then laughed slightly at his
confusion.

"Let's get you back in your cage." he said as he stepped through the
ropes. The cage was already at floor level by the time they got to
center stage. Missy stepped inside. William put the padlock in place,
but did not lock it, and the cage rose to its position above the ring.

Missy tenderly stroked her warm and swollen backside. <em>"I'm
probably already a pretty shade of red,"</em> she thought to herself.
<em>"Might as well show it to the audience,"</em> she added. <em>"It's
what they paid to see."</em>

She then assumed her relaxed position with her back against the cage
and her feet braced against the bottom of the bars on the other side.
This time, however, she was facing away from the grandstands. She
moved slightly so that one of the bars rested between the cheeks of
her ass. That wasn't the most comfortable position, but it did display
her red ass most effectively.

"The show must go on," she said softly to herself as she waited for
the Mistress to call for the next match. 

She didn't exactly fall asleep, but she was startled back from her
hazy state to full wakefulness by Mistress Soo's voice calling out.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Our second match for the day pits my slave
round three against our supposed repentant terrorist, slave missy."
Slave round three stepped through the ropes and entered the ring.

Mistress Soo continued, "I don't think the match itself is going to
last very long, but the punishment will last exactly ten strokes with
a leather slipper." She laughed and said, "Sometimes the old-fashioned
ways are best."

Missy's cage finally set down in the center of the ring. William
opened the door for her and led her to her corner. The cage was
quickly raised out of the way as Mistress Soo stepped to the middle of
the ring. Again she pointed at both naked girls and said, "You come
out at the bell, and you fight until missy gets her ass slippered.
Those are the rules."

She then snapped her arms down to her sides as the bell rang
announcing the start of the match. Missy started to move sideways as
she had done in the first fight, but round three did not move
sideways. Instead, she walked straight across the ring and grabbed
missy by the upper arms. Falling backward she then pulled missy over
herself in an arc, slamming her hard into the mat.

Missy's loud "ooomph" was met with laughter from the crowd. She tried
to get up, but was instead pulled to her feet by round three who
hurled her across the ring so that she bounced off  the ropes. When
she flew back into the middle of the ring round three caught her and
forced her to her knees on the mat.

The crowd was roaring and applauding as round three pushed missy's
head and shoulders between her legs and fell backward. The result was
that missy's breasts were slammed into the mat with round three
sitting on her back. Round three's legs, however were around missy's
waist with her feet sticking up between missy's legs and sitting
firmly on her calves. The result was that missy's ass was held up in
the air slightly off the mat and spread wide.

Mistress Soo threw a slipper in a high arc to her slave. Round three
caught it and slammed it down on missy's ass in one fluid motion. The
loud smack echoed through the stands. As the crowd roared, round three
continued swinging wildly at missy's rapidly reddening ass. What the
audience- and Mistress Soo- could not see was that every other stroke
of the slipper struck the mat between her legs, not missy's flesh.

After ten loud smacks it was over. Round three threw the slipper back
in the direction of her Mistress and stood up with her hands above her
head in a victory dance. She then reached down and pulled missy up to
a standing position so that she could display missy's reddened ass to
the crowd. As she was turning her in a slow circle so all the crowd
could laugh and applaud, she leaned in close and said, "It was the
best I could do. I don't want to spend the rest of my life pulling
carts in a mine."

Missy said a quiet. "Thank you". just before round three flung her
back into her corner.

William caught her before she could hit the post. "Are you OK?" he
asked. "Did that bitch hurt you?"

"She's not a bitch," missy replied. "She's just a slave following her
Mistress's orders. She did as much for me as she could."

William didn't respond. Instead he led missy back to her cage and
closed the door so it could once again rise into the air.

At one o'clock, Mistress Soo stepped into the ring and announced the
next match. Missy would be facing round four. The punishment at the
end of the match would be done with a leather paddle. She finished her
announcements and the bell rang signaling the beginning of the fight.

Round four began circling the ring slowly advancing on missy who tried
to mirror her movements as closely as possible. There were many
differences between the two slaves. Round four was at least a head
taller than missy and significantly heavier. There was no fat on her
body. It was all muscle which rippled as she stood on the balls of her
feet playing with missy like a cat plays with a mouse before eating
it.

And missy's fate, like the hapless mouse cornered by a cat, was clear
to everyone who watched. The crowd knew that missy would lose. They
knew that she would be spanked with the leather paddle. There was
never any doubt as to the outcome of the fight. The only question was
how long it would last and what position round four would trap missy
in for the punishment.

That question was soon answered as round four slowly maneuvered missy
into one of the corners. Missy hadn't realized what was happening
until round four suddenly stood beside her, spun her around, and
pushed her front against the post holding the ropes. Round four then
stood alongside her facing out, locked an ankle around the back side
of the post and reached across missy's back to grab the ropes on the
other side of the post, effectively trapping missy against the post
standing up.

"Paddle!" round four yelled and the Mistress tossed the black leather
to her. She caught it by the handle and delivered the first resounding
"Smack!" on missy's ass. Missy struggled and screamed, but there was
nowhere for her to go. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!" Nine more blows rained down on one ass cheek and
then the other. No two landed in the same spot. They were so fast that
they were over very quickly.

Missy stood screaming in the corner for a moment after the tenth blow
had fallen. Round four was already walking back to her own corner, but
missy hadn't yet realized that she was no longer held tight to the
post. She pushed against the arm that wasn't there an nearly fell to
the mat. She then danced and yelped, bouncing up and down and rubbing
her very red and very sore ass. It was only partly an act. Every smack
had been like being hit with a red-hot piece of metal. They were too
fast to prepare for, but despite the pain, it was obvious that the
first blow was the hardest and that round four had held back for the
remaining nine.

William's arms pulled missy into his shoulder as she sobbed and cried.
He waited for the shouts and gross comments of the crowd to slowly
calm down before leading her back to her cage. As it rose into the
air, she once again turned so that the crowd could see her fire-red
ass cheeks. She did not, however lean against the bars. It would have
been way too painful.

For the fourth match, Mistress Soo merely stood in the center and
said, "You know the rules, have at it." The bell rang and round six
launched herself across the ring at missy and pushed her backwards
into the ropes. When she bounced back, round six grabbed her by the
arms and flung her across the ring to the ropes on the opposite side.

Missy bounced off the ropes even harder than she had before. A loud
"oomph!" burst forth from her lips. It wasn't so much that she had
screamed, but that the wind had been knocked out of her by the force
of the ropes. The crowd roared its approval so the next bounce off the
ropes, missy intentionally screamed as loud as she could. She wasn't
sure if she was acting, or truly screaming out of fear as round six
continued to bounce her off each side of the ring.

Round six was laughing loudly, missy was screaming loudly, and the
crowd was roaring and clapping as they watch her being thrown around
like a doll. Missy was getting light-headed. Between her constant
screaming and the ropes forcing what little breath she could take from
her body she was close to passing out.

Round six once again grabbed her and missy prepared to be launched
once more into the ropes. But this time, round six did not let go of
her. Instead she ran with her to the other side of the ring and pushed
the top of missy's body over the ropes. Missy grabbed the top rope
trying to keep from tumbling out of the ring, but round six pushed
hard on her back and she spun over the top of the ropes.

Missy could feel round six's strong hands on her body. Round six was
pushing her forward while at the same time holding her tight to the
top rope. Her body rotated over the top rope and came back into the
ring above the middle rope. Round six pushed hard against missy's
back, continuing the rotation. Everything was a blur to missy's fogged
mind, but when she stopped spinning, she was somehow held in place by
being twisted between the top two ropes. Her feet were barely on the
mat. The lower rope pressed against the front of her ankles, keeping
her from unwinding and spinning in the opposite direction of how she
became entangled. Round six walked across the ring and took the wooden
paddle from Mistress Soo's outstretched hand. She then delivered ten
strong, measured swats to missy's ass.

Missy didn't start screaming until the sixth blow. That was partly
because she was gasping for air before anything began, but mainly it
was because her mind was so dazed by what round six had done to her
that she really didn't feel the blows until then. Her screams grew in
intensity and pitch over the final four loud smacks of the wooden
paddle.

There was no acting. It was no show. Her ass was on fire and the fire
and pain was spreading throughout her body. The pain, and perhaps the
force of her screams depleting the rest of the oxygen from her body,
caused to her black out. Following the last blow, her screams slowly
faded as she slumped over, allowing the twisted rope to bend her body
down so that her beet red ass was displayed to the cheering crowd.

Round six tried to release missy from the ropes, but without the
adrenalin which had been pumping through her body during the fight,
she was unable to do so. Round one, three, and four came into the ring
and together, they were able to unwind missy and lay her out on her
stomach on the mat.

Missy could hear William's voice above her. "You've done well," he
said softly. "The crowd is starting to be on your side." He chuckled
sightly. It was a very dry laugh, devoid of humor. More of a statement
of hope than mirth. "But I don't think its enough to force Mistress
Soo to go easy on you." There was no laugh or any other emotion in his
voice as he said, "I'm sorry, missy. I didn't want this to happen."

By the time William had helped missy to her feet, her cage had already
descended to the floor. She was very shaky as she walked over to the
cage. As he helped her enter, he said bitterly, "I don't know why, but
I think this is really against me. I must have pissed Mistress Soo off
somewhere along the line and this is her way of getting back at me."
He slammed the door shut. "She is a manipulative, sadistic bitch," he
spat out. "All of this was just her way of making sure that you were
too tired and too sore to do anything when she got into the ring. She
plans everything, and everything always goes exactly as she has it
planned." William stepped back from the cage as it rose into the air.

"Thanks for the pep talk," missy said softly. "You could have at least
kept up the pretense and told me to use my strengths to attack her
weakness."

Missy watched as Mistress Soo carefully inspected the ring. She tested
each of the ropes and stomped her foot on the mat in several places.
Then she went over and carefully inspected restraints on the spanking-
make that caning- bench.

<em>"What are your strengths?"</em> missy thought as she watched the
Mistress very carefully check her preparations. "One," she said aloud,
"you are very well-prepared for anything." Watching for a few minutes
more she added, "Two, you are bigger and more muscular than me."
Holding up her fingers to count she said, "And three... three...
three.... What else do you have that I don't have-  I mean besides
hair?"

Missy fell totally silent with her eyes open wide as she stared down
at the Mistress. <em>"Hair!"</em> she said excitedly to herself.
<em>"She has hair! If that tight bun were undone her hair would
probably hang at least to her waist."</em> Missy clapped her hands
together and bounced up and down as she said aloud, "That's not a
strength. That's a weakness! Now all I have to do is figure out how to
use my strengths against her... if I have any."

<em>"I have to give this a lot of thought,"</em> she said to herself
as she turned in her cage. Without really thinking about it she leaned
back against the bars and braced her feet against the bottom of the
bars on the opposite side. The crowd began applauding the display of
her dark red and swollen ass cheeks, but missy didn't notice.  She was
trying to find a strength that she could use against the Mistress's
weakness. She was still thinking when her cage began to descend into
the ring.

No one was in the ring when her cage touched the floor. William
stepped through the ropes and opened the door to her cage. His face
was even more red with anger than it had been when he helped her into
the cage twenty minutes before. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said through clenched teeth.

"But I think I have a plan," she said, trying not to sound desperate.
"I need to know what is going to happen."

"That damn bitch has set up this last fight as a spike pin match." he
answered.

"What's that?" she asked.

He reached down into a small bag sitting in her corner and pulled out
a strange looking anal plug with a long handle. The tip was longer
than normal and ended in an almost sharp point. There was the normal
wide point followed by a thin shaft, but that shaft was followed by a
flat circle of hard rubber about four inches across. The whole thing
was supported on a stout handle that looked almost like the handlebar
grip on a motorcycle. 

"This," he said, "is a spike." He handed it too her. "The bout isn't
over until one of you rams this up the other fighter's ass." He looked
over at the caning bench. "The Mistress has hired six security guards
to grab you as soon as you are spiked and take you over to the caning
bench. I don't know if she is planning to cane you with the spike in
place or not." He spit on the stage floor outside the ring. Missy had
seen him that upset only once before. "She has also arranged with the
judge for you- technically for the loser of the match- to spend an
hour of display restrained on the caning bench, so I'm betting she
will leave it in place."

"Oh," was all missy could say.

William laid his hand on her shoulder and said softly, "You will get
through this somehow. And someday you- we- will have our revenge."

"Thanks," missy said as she studied the strange anal spike.

The audience was starting to get anxious. The buzz of conversation was
becoming louder and louder as they began to wonder what was holding up
the show. Suddenly an announcer's voice boomed out of the sound
system. "Ladies and gentlemen," the man said. "Today you are going to
witness something that very rarely happens. Today, for your
pleasure... and hers..., Mistress Soo, herself, is going to enter the
ring as a contestant in this fight."

As he spoke, Mistress Soo strode out onto the stage. She was wearing a
black silk robe with the name "Soo" in white letters on the back. She
dropped the robe ringside and stepped through the ropes. Her naked and
oiled body shone in perfection as she intentionally flexed her muscles
for the roaring crowd. The well-trimmed thatch of dark black hair
between her legs proclaimed her to be a free woman.

"To make this bout even more special today," the announcer continued,
"Mistress Soo has arranged for this match to be a spike pin match." He
paused to let the loud "Ohhh's" from the crowd fade slightly before
explaining. "For those of you who have never witnessed a spike pin
match, this bout doesn't end when your opponent's shoulders are pinned
to the mat. This match ends when your spike is forced into your
opponent's asshole." He had to again pause for the cheers and yells of
the crowd to fade away. "Our crew will now make sure that the spikes
are properly lubricated. The match will then begin when the bell
rings."

Missy stood bouncing in her corner. <em>"Her weakness is her hair, but
what is my strength? ... What is my strength? What is my
strength?</em>

One of the Mistress's crew came over to her corner with a tube of the
baby oil gel like she normally used to grease her body. He squeezed a
large glop of the greasy gel onto the spike and then rubbed it all
over the anal plug portion. After putting another glop on the tip of
the spike, he cautioned, "Make sure you don't get that on your hands.
It slippery. It could cause you to lose."

"I don't think it will make much difference," she replied with a
crooked smile. "I've already effectively lost. I have nothing left to
lose."

"That's my strength," she said loudly, startling the crewman. "I have
nothing to lose."

The bell rang at that point and missy exploded out of her corner in a
dead run. Mistress Soo stood frozen in surprise as she looked at missy
in amazement. There was no purpose to this attack. Missy couldn't hope
to knock her over no matter how hard she hit her. The Mistress braced
her legs in preparation for deflecting missy and knocking her to the
mat.

But missy still had more surprises for Mistress Soo. The Mistress
expected missy to tackle her legs, but instead missy launched herself
into the air like a lover welcoming her man home from a long trip. She
landed flat against the Mistresses upper body and quickly wrapped her
legs around the Mistresses waist with her arms around her neck.

"That was stupid!" the Mistress yelled as she brought the spike up,
intending to drive it home and end the match almost before it began.
Missy's ass was hanging open and very vulnerable at Soo's waist level,
but a moving target is very hard to hit.

Missy threw herself violently back and forth to keep the spike from
finding its target. All the while, her free hand, and the fingers she
could spare in the other hand while holding the spike, were clawing at
the tightly packed bun of hair on Mistress Soo's head.

The Mistress was too intent on spiking missy's ass to notice that her
hair was coming unraveled. First a few dark black strands hung down
her back and then the entire bun unwrapped so that a full head of
shiny black hair covered the Mistress's back.

That is when missy grabbed hold of the that hair with all her might
and unlocked her legs from around the Mistress's waist. She pushed
against Mistress Soo's thighs with her feet and pushed herself back
with all of her strength.

The combination of surprise, pain, and leverage pulled the Mistress
forward off her feet. She landed with a loud "Thud!" face down on the
mat with missy laying face down on her back.

Anger and adrenalin are a powerful combination. Missy drove her spike
home in one fluid motion. The Mistress's scream was loud enough to be
heard even over the excited roaring of the crowd.

Missy jumped up and ran back to her corner. She wasn't sure what
Mistress Soo might do to her. Her fears were unjustified, however. The
six burly security men which the Mistress had hired to drag missy to
the caning frame swarmed into the ring and overpowered her.

"No, no NO!" she screamed. "This isn't how it is supposed to be!"

"We go by our contract," snapped one of the men as the Mistress tried
to scratch his face. "And our contract says to put the loser on the
bench." Another of the men shouted out, "You lost, bitch!" Evidently
William wasn't the only person who didn't like Mistress Soo.

After Mistress Soo was firmly restrained on the caning bench, one of
the men returned to the ring with a long, flexible cane and handed it
to missy. A crewman stood next to him holding a microphone.

"I am a penal slave," missy said quietly. "I am forbidden to strike a
free woman." She then smiled broadly, "So my Master will have to swing
the cane."

William was now beside her and the crewman handed him the cane. "I am,
however, allowed to count the strokes," missy added, her own smile now
practically splitting her face.

Both walked over to where the Mistress's ass was held up in the best
position for caning. It was also the best position for the audience to
have a perfect view of her impalement. The Mistress, meanwhile, was
screaming out a litany of obscenities as they got into position.

William whipped the cane back and forth several times so that it
buzzed like an angry bee. Then he circled it with his wrist and
brought it down just above the handle of the spike which was still
sticking out of Mistress Soo's ass.

"Aiiieeee!" she screamed. Then she began cursing William directly.
"Mister Wilson, you son of a bitch," she yelled, "I will get your
pompous white ass if it takes me the rest of my life."

William merely smiled and laid another stroke across her ass, this
time, just below the handle of the spike. Her scream was slightly
louder and much longer. She began to combine swear words in ways that
most of the audience had never heard before.

The third stroke was again above the handle, about a quarter inch
above the first strike. Her scream blended into her curse words and
she began to include missy in her threats. The audience laughed when
she promised missy that she would "snatch you bald." Their laughter
increased when missy reached up and rubbed her hand across her
hairless head.

William gently placed the cane against the Mistress's ass to let her
know where the next stroke was going to land. If he was accurate in
his prediction, a new welt would appear a quarter inch below the
bottom stripe currently on her ass.

His aim was exact. The new welt appeared and the Mistress wiggled her
ass in pain and screamed even louder than before. Surprisingly, her
vituperation then switched into Spanish.

William stood still staring at her ass. His mouth was working, but no
words were coming out. Then he yelled loudly, "Juanita Saunders!" He
turned to missy and said, "This bitch skipped bail about eight years
ago and my investigators tracked her down. I personally brought her
back. They tripled her bail. I wouldn't cover it. Neither would any of
the other bail bondsmen. Hell, none of us would have covered it if
they cut it in half."

He pointed the cane at her and added, "She conned some sucker into
putting up his house. He thought she loved him. Trusting her cost him
his house."

He swung once again at her ass. It was obvious that there was much
more force behind this swing than there was before. The power did not
decrease his accuracy. A new welt, trickling blood, formed just above
the top stripe.

Juanita was now thrashing so violently that it looked like she might
tear the restraints loose from the bench. Screams and grunts took the
place of her swearing.

William walked around so he could look at her face. "The oriental
outfit had me fooled," he said. "I thought you looked familiar, but I
just couldn't place you." He was whipping the cane back and forth
under her face. "I know you bribed or blackmailed the judge to get
your show put on here. But once he knows you are just Juanita Saunders
and that you have who knows how many warrants out there for your
arrest, he will put your ass in jail."

She tried to spit at him, but he backed up slightly and said slowly,
"The next time you appear out here," he said grimly, "it is likely you
will be as one of the naked wrestlers rather than the ringmaster."

The six wrestler-slaves had gathered behind William. One of them said
loudly, "No! Send her to the mines to pull the carts like she has done
to so many of us. I'm sure she will receive a warm welcome there."

"You hear that, Juanita?" he asked as he walked back around the caning
bench. "See how much they love you?" He slammed the cane one last time
into her ass. She wailed and thrashed for several seconds, but said
nothing else.

When she had quieted down, he lay the cane carefully across the top of
her ass and said pleasantly, "You just hang out here for a while,
Juanita. I have a phone call to make."

William walked back to missy and said, "Technically, she is taking
your place on display so you don't really have to go back up in the
cage."

Missy smiled and replied, "And miss the chance to stare down at her
while the crowd insults her and takes pictures of her bleeding ass?
Not on your life." The cage was already on the floor of the ring.
Missy stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind herself.

As she hung above the ring, missy alternated between stroking herself
and pressing her ass against the front bars so the people could see
how red it had become.

During the display hour, the crew disassembled the ring and removed
it. At the end of the hour, missy was able to watch from above as two
sheriff's deputies walked up onto the stage and released Juanita
Saunders from her restraints. They turned her around and cuffed her
hands behind her back. They then led her off-stage without removing
the anal spike, leaving missy and any remaining audience members
wondering how she was going to sit down in the squad car.

Shortly thereafter, William drove up onto the stage and the cage was
lowered into place on the trailer. Missy ran her hands lightly over
her ass cheeks. She could feel the heat and swelling from the four
beatings, but the pain was gone, or at least it was overwhelmed by the
feelings that came from having defeated Mistress Soo in the ring.

When they got back to the RV, William told her to clean up and lay
face down on the bed and he would smear the ointment on her cuts and
bruises. She almost told him it wasn't necessary, but then she
remembered how good William's hands could feel on her body.

"I may need a little more than that," she said with a smile.

William laughed and said, "When I do a second application on at
bedtime. OK?"

"OK," she laughed. Then she looked at William bouncing slightly up and
down. "We won. We won. I beat her!"

"That you did, missy," William replied. "That you did."

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<em>Chapter Summaries

Chapter One: Vicki LeClaire is convicted of all charges. A sentencing
agreement is negotiated by William Wilson, a professional slave
sentence negotiator. This chapter primarily sets the scene for the
rest of the book. Once that is done, the action near the end centers
around public nudity and public humiliation.

Chapter Two: Vicki's "Day of Repentance" and her humiliating descent
into slavery, including being renamed as slave missy. This chapter
centers primarily on public nudity and public humiliation.

Chapter Three: The first of missy's 11 days of public punishment. On
this first day of punishment, Master Hiroya Takahashi demonstrates
properly-trained pony girls, and instructs missy on the proper way to
receive a punishment spanking. The focus of this chapter is pony girls
and public spanking.

Chapter Four: The second day of punishment begins with a flogging
contest by a company called Judicial Placements Incorporated. Her
negotiator... and new Master, William Wilson, flogs missy the required
forty-six times to fulfill the terms of her sentence. This chapter is
totally focused on non-consensual flogging.

Chapter Five: Slave missy's third day of punishment. She is once again
subject to a spanking, this time by the head of a private girls'
reformatory. Before her spanking, several of the young women from the
reformatory also receive public punishment. This is a spanking chapter
with bare hand, slipper, paddle, and leather belt.

Chapter Six: The fourth day. On this day of punishment, she is
caned... by a robot, or more accurately, by a computer-driven
mechanical spanking machine. Before her caning, James Madison
demonstrates his company's machines. This chapter focuses on
mechanical flogging, paddling, and caning. It also delves into
self-bondage and pain-pleasure.

Chapter Seven: The fifth day. Slave missy is punished by water
combined with heat, cold, and electricity. This chapter focuses on
various types of water punishment.

Chapter Eight: On the sixth day of her punishment, missy is introduced
to "The Whipmaster." Before punishing her he provides a demonstration
of his abilities. The chapter is focused on public nudity, public
humiliation, and public flogging of one sort or another.

Chapter Nine: The seventh day for slave missy is a day for
electro-punishment. Slave missy becomes part of the vidshow, "Wheel of
Pleasure, Wheel of Pain."

Chapter Ten: The eighth day introduces a unique punishment- punishment
by combat. There is also an undercard of slave wrestling with
humiliation and pain in store for the loser.

Chapter Eleven: The ninth day of punishment is a lottery. The public
is given the chance to paddle the repentant terrorist. Eight lucky
winners each get to give her five swats with a special paddle. One
lucky winner gets to finish the forty-six required for her punishment
by laying six swats of the paddle across missy's ass. The undercard is
also part of the lottery. Three slaves in need of punishment will each
receive 20 swats, again with one lottery winner delivering 5 of those
swats. In addition there are two volunteers. One is a male member of
the stage crew who is coming out as a pain slut. The other is a woman
who has been at every performance so far and wants to experience
public punishment and humiliation. Hers is a special case and her
husband will deliver however many swats it takes to make her cum.
Twenty-five winners were chosen to participate. Each was asked to
write a short essay saying why they should be the one to deliver the
final six to the repentant terrorist. The winner finishes off missy.

Chapter Twelve: This tenth day returns missy to old school punishment
as she receives an old-fashioned caning. There is also a contest
between slaves to see who can withstand the most strokes of the cane.

Chapter Thirteen: (Last Chapter) Slave missy finally reaches her final
day of punishment. After having been punished by hand, slipper,
paddle, cane, water, and electricity, missy is punished with pleasure.
She is strapped into a high-tech denial/teasing/edging device and
taken to the very brink of orgasm 46 times.</em>

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