Twelve Days a Slave Ch. 09

"Can you believe that?" Bobbie gushed. "If slave missy were a contestant, she would have won our two hundred and fifty thousand dollar grand prize. I think she deserves a hand for that even if she is just a convicted terrorist."

The crowd applauded politely. "But now," Bobbie continued, "we have one final spin. Will this be Pain, Moderate Pain, or Extreme Pain?"

The crowd got to say "Spin" less than a dozen times before the wheel slowly came to a stop. It landed on Pain, the lightest of the three.

Missy knew as soon as the first pulse hit that her final punishment was the lowest level. She was ready for the first pulse and responded only with a slight grunt as the lights on her breasts and dildo harness flashed weakly. The crowd saw missy receiving painful electrical shocks, but missy felt only sensations.

Missy had been able to control the pain and make the Extreme Pain bearable. The Moderate Pain she was able to make not painful. This lowest level of pain, she was able to turn into pleasure. Each pulse felt better and better until suddenly she screamed out, "NO!"

The crowd thought that she had reached her limit to endure pain and was about to drop the safety balls in a plea for this all to stop. The exact opposite was true. She was coming very close to orgasming- and an orgasm was the same as dropping the balls. She would have who knows how many years of slavery added back to her sentence.

"No, no, no, no, no," she was yelling with each pulse. She had no idea how long she had left. Could she hang on and not orgasm? The audience began counting down the final ten seconds. She was right on the edge of the cliff and slipping farther over it with each second counted off.

Her body was already shaking in pre-orgasmic quivers when the crowd shouted, "One!" She took a very shaky breath and held it in. She heard William's voice cry out, "She made it!"

The audience responded with mild applause. They were actually disappointed. They had been hoping to see her fail.

When she heard William cry out, missy released the breath she had been holding within her. With that breath, she also released the orgasm that had threatened to erupt and disqualify her. She screamed out a very loud, "Aaaaaahhhh," and the crowd knew immediately that it was not a cry of pain.

Missy screamed and thrashed in an orgasm that was releasing all of the pent-up sensations which she had absorbed in her over three minutes of electrical torture. The balls did not drop from her hands, they were thrown... with enough force to bounce across the stage and out into the audience.

Now the crowd began to stomp and cheer. They had wanted to see this repentant terrorist fail in the worst way possible. In their minds she had. She had shown herself to be as much a painslut as slutpuppy had been for Madam Beauchamp.

Somehow, missy also knew what her orgasm meant. "What have I become?" she asked herself softly again and again. She was still murmuring, "What have I become?" as the crew released her from her restraints. She felt William picking her up and carrying her back over to her cage. As he set her inside her cage and steadied her against the bars, she looked into his eyes and asked one last time, "What have I become?"

The hour while she hung in her cage following the performance seemed especially long. Maybe that was because a much larger portion of the audience stopped to take pictures. Some even got down on their knees- or even lay down on the ground- so they could get the wheel into the picture with her hanging above. A couple of people were still taking pictures when William pulled onto the stage with the ATV and her cage was lowered down onto its trailer.

Once they were back at the RV, William handed her a small bottle of something that looked like baby oil and said, "You look like a very bad leopard Halloween costume. Miss Barker said this would help remove the electrodes. She said it would be best if you took a long, hot shower and peeled them off while you were still under the water."

The shower felt very good. The stuff in the bottle wasn't baby oil, or at least it had a totally different smell and seemed much thinner. It did, however really help in removing the electrode patches from her body. The center of each electrode had sort of gel-like adhesive which pulled off rather easily, but there was a band of glue around the outside edges that stuck firmly to her skin. The couple of electrodes which she tried to pull off without the oil felt like they took the top layer of skin with them.

By the time she got out of the shower William had supper waiting for her. After she had cleaned up the kitchen, she and William watched TV until bed time. As they were walking back toward the bedrooms, she said, "The bottle says that I should use that oil overnight to help my skin heal. Would you rub it on for me like you normally do with the ointment?"

William knew that the bottle of oil said nothing on it, but he just nodded his head and followed her into her bedroom. She lay face down on the bed and he carefully massaged the oil into her back and legs. "I think it needs to be on my front, too," she said as she rolled over onto her back."

"Oh," he said as he poured a small amount onto her stomach and began rubbing it in. He next did her legs and then moved up to her breasts. By the time he began massaging the oil into her breasts, her nipples were stiff and tall. She moaned softly as he first touched her breasts.

"If you need me to take you to orgasm," he said softly, "all you really need to do is ask. You don't have to invent false directions from a bottle that I read very carefully before giving you."

She looked up at him with big, wet eyes and said in a shaky voice, "Please. I need someone to touch me that isn't hurting me. I need you to give me true pleasure. I need to cum from pleasure, not from pain."

William said nothing but instead poured more oil onto her stomach and began to massage it downward between her legs. She opened her legs for him and sightly raised her knees. The oil was very slippery and his hands were very gentle as his fingers rubbed over and into her cunt. Her own lubrication added to the slipperiness as the fingers of one hand pushed into her cunt while the fingers of the other hand danced circles around her throbbing clit. In a very short time, missy was thrashing on the bed in an intense orgasm- what she would later call a "real orgasm."

When her body had stopped shuddering and she began to relax back into the bed, she again turned her eyes toward William and said, "Thank you, Master. Your slave needed that very, very much." Her eyes then closed and she quickly faded into sleep.

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END OF CHAPTER NINE OF THIRTEEN

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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.