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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.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.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.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. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =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 acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article.This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The Technician.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 forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapter Ten - The eighth day introduces a unique punishment– punishment by combat.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 Slave missy’s Punishment Tour 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.“It looks he’s doing enough worrying for both of us，” she thought to herself. “Whatever is happening this afternoon must really be bothering him.”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 areALL 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. “It’s a show，” she said to herself. “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.”Somehow howling as if each smack were excruciatingly painful made it all– including the pain– unreal for missy. “Their weakness is that for them it is all a show，” missy told herself. “And my strength is that I can scream really loud.”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. “I’m probably already a pretty shade of red，” she thought to herself. “Might as well show it to the audience，” she added. “It’s what they paid to see.”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 offthe 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，chinese老女人老熟妇hd 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.“What are your strengths?” 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. “Hair!” she said excitedly to herself. “She has hair! If that tight bun were undone her hair would probably hang at least to her waist.” 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.”“I have to give this a lot of thought，” 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. “Her weakness is her hair， but what is my strength? ... What is my strength? What is my strength?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.”= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER TEN OF THIRTEENPlease remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story.If you really liked it， click 5.If you really hated it， click 1， but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter SummariesChapter 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.