Twelve Days a Slave Ch. 01

Mr. Wilson leaned in and explained. "Homeland Security is actually hoping that someone attempts to rescue you."

Vicki looked down at the ground and said sadly, "No one will rescue me. I'm totally on my own."

"You've got me, Missy," William replied. "I ain't much, but I'm a hell of a lot better than nothin'." He then smiled at her and Vicki found herself returning his smile.

The drive across town was uneventful. When they arrived at their destination, the van was pulled inside a large, warehouse-looking building. The three SUVs waited out front.

Vicki wasn't sure what was going to happen and fear was beginning to cause her body to tremble slightly. Three men and two women, all wearing white lab coats, were awaiting them as they got out of the van.

"Oh, that won't do at all," said one of them. "We can scan through the clothing, if necessary, but the metal has got to go."

"The regulations say the shackles have to stay on," the bailiff answered firmly.

"Except for medical procedures," Mr. Wilson immediately replied. "And would a full body scan not be a medical procedure?"

"I don't know," the bailiff answered.

"They really needeverything off," Mr. Wilson continued. "And, of course, you would have to be present for the entire procedure." He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips slightly as he tilted his head slightly toward Vicki.

The bailiff wasn't the brightest light on the string, but eventually the bulb clicked on and he got the meaning. His face showed a flickering shock of recognition and then he broke into a broad grin. "I guess you're right," he said. "But I do have to stay with the prisoner at all times."

One of the women, who was evidently in charge, said brusquely, "We just need you to stand in the middle of the red circle. Get in position and we will calibrate the scanning arms, then the officer can take off your chains."

Vicki let one of the men guide her onto a red circle more or less in the middle of the room. A strange device lowered from the ceiling. It reminded her of the robot car wash things that went around her car while it was being sprayed with water. But instead of water, the nozzles appeared to be low-level lasers shining on her body.

"OK," the woman said, "remove the chains and her clothing."

Vicki started to object, but Mr. Wilson put his finger on her lips and said, "You need to practice not saying anything. The wrong words from you could void the negotiated sentence. Everything depends on you staying quiet and accepting everything that happens... unless you are instructed to say something."

He cocked his head slightly and looked into her eyes. "Do you think you can do that?" he asked.

"I'll try," she answered softly.

"'Try' isn't good enough," he said. "You have to do it. A lot depends on it. Today is just a scan, but it will be practice for when it will be much harder for you to remain silent."

Vicki stood docilely as the bailiff removed the shackles. Then one of the men stepped forward and begin removing her blouse. She drew a breath and was ready to ask that it at least be one of the women, but she heard Mr. Wilson cough. She looked over at him and he was holding his finger in front of his lips as a signal that she must remain quiet.

The man was actually very gentle as he removed her blouse. He even knew how her brassier worked and was able to unhook it without problem. He then opened her slacks and lowered them slowly to the floor. "Left" he said, and Vicki raised her left foot to allow him to slip them off that leg. "Right," he added and the pants were gone.

Vicki reached for the waistband of her panties. Surely they would let her take off her own panties. But Mr. Wilson shook his head no, so she stood waiting. One of the women came up behind her and put her fingers into the sides of the panties. They slid down easily. Again there were the commands of "Right" and "Left" as they were removed.

Vicki was now standing naked in front of Mr. Wilson, the bailiff, and several men and women in white lab coats. "Hold your arms out like a scarecrow," the woman in charge ordered. "And you might want to close your eyes. The lasers are safe, but annoying."

Vicki stood passively while the lasers danced over her body. "Arms above your head," came the command, and Vicki shifted position. "Arms locked behind your head." Vicki did as she was told. She noted with satisfaction that as she put her hands in that position she could feel her breasts being pulled up and out so that they looked their best. She felt her nipples tighten slightly, evidently from the cold of the room.

"Almost done," the boss lady said. "All we need is the lower perspective."

The woman then stood in front of Vicki and instructed, "Lay on your back with your hips right in the middle of the red circle. Then put your legs straight up in the air and spread them open."

"What?" Vicki yelped in shock.

"Just do as she says," William said softly. "The dolls need to be as realistic as possible to get the best prices."

Vicki's shoulders slumped. She stood for a moment looking around at the crowd of people who all seemed to be staring at her. The bailiff was definitely staring. He was also grinning broadly.

"OK," she said softly as she lowered herself to the floor. Lying on her back she had to skooch her hips around to position herself properly in the center of the red circle.

Finally, one of the white-coated technicians said, "That's good. Now lift your legs and spread them."

Vicki did as she was told. She felt her skin become warm with shame and embarrassment, but surprisingly, she also felt a cool wetness between her legs as her pussy was exposed to the air of the room. How could that be? How was it possible that she was becoming wet? This was so humiliating, how could she possibly be aroused by it?

One of the techs leaned down. "You can get dressed now," he said. "We have almost everything we need."

Vicki stood up and looked around. She was expecting that someone would hand her the clothing which had been removed. Instead one of the women walked up behind her and said, "Raise your arms above your head."

Vicki did and a rough, orange dress was dropped down on her body. "It would be helpful if we had a quick scan of you in standard prison garb," the technician explained. "Please step back on the circle for one last scan."

Ten minutes later they were getting back into the van. Vicki was shackled once again as she had been when they arrived, but now she was wearing the orange prisoner dress... and nothing else.

When they arrived at the jail, the press was gathered waiting for her. With the shackles there was no way she could gracefully step down from the van. In fact, she couldn't negotiate the step at all. So, Mr. Wilson grabbed her by the waist and set her down on the sidewalk. Unfortunately, as he set her down, she slid against him and the dress rode up with her chains. A storm of flashes recorded the cheeks of her ass showing clearly beneath the hem of the dress.

Mr. Wilson then turned her so that she was standing beside him. "Miss LeClaire has accepted a negotiated sentence," he began "... and will be making public repentance. She will also be receiving public punishment. Following repentance and punishment she will be entering into penal slavery for a period of not less than one year."

He waited for the new flurry of photo flashes to subside, then spoke up loudly, "Her day of repentance will be in two weeks. Eleven days of punishment will follow immediately."

Almost shouting he said, "Tickets go on sale tomorrow. The live video feed will be available on-demand in all available formats."

The bailiff then led Vicki into the building. William accompanied them. Just before she was taken back to the cell area, he said to her, "Today was nothing compared to what is coming. I know it will be very rough on you, but don't think about what's happening. Think about all those fantasies you were dreaming about while you visited those bondage sites on your computer. It helped you today– I could see that. It will help you through your twelve days of punishment."

That night, Vicki lay on her thin prison cot. Since the only clothing she had was the prison dress, she was naked beneath the sheet. Staring at the ceiling, she began thinking about all that had happened that day. Her skin once again became hot with the redness of embarrassment and shame. It didn't surprise her as much when her cunt became wet with arousal. She was still envisioning herself on the red circle with her legs spread high in the air as her hand slipped between her legs and her fingers started stroking her slit.

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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.