Twelve Days a Slave Ch. 07

The female also appeared to take a very deep breath and relax as her hands first touched the water. She also did not scream or cry out, but did give a long, "Yeeesssssss" as she let out her breath on the other side of the water.

As the male slave was going through the water, Kareem spoke, "The wheel will make two more revolutions," he said. "I am sure that is sufficient punishment for the slaves." He paused and then made an odd gesture with his hands before saying, "We will see if that is sufficient for our volunteers."

The audience watched more or less quietly as the wheel made its revolutions. They burst into applause and laughter, however, when the non-slave male climaxed and spurted just as his prick came up out of the water on the final turn of the wheel.

As soon as the man behind him cleared the water, the wheel began moving up. Now the volunteer woman began screaming, "No! No! NO! I was so close. I was so close. I was so close."

"Sometimes the punishment begins when the pain ends," Kareem said with a laugh. He then added, "We will let the crew remove them from the wheel while I explain to you what is going to happen to our hapless terrorist."

He walked to the front of the stage and pointed down at the five tall, clear plastic tanks which sat on the track just in front of the seats. "This first tank," he began is filled with water at 100 degrees Fahrenheit... that is approximately 38 degrees centigrade. Most people would consider that the ideal temperature for a warm bath."

He turned his attention to the next tank, "This tank," he continued, "is filled with water at 125 degrees Fahrenheit... that is exactly 51.67 degrees centigrade." He held up his hand with his index finger extended. "That number must be exact," he said, "because it is at the edge of what would instantly scald the flesh. In fact, if you were to remain in that water for more than a minute or so, your flesh would burn."

Pointing to the third tank he explained, "And this tank is filled with water at 38 degrees Fahrenheit... approximately 3 degrees centigrade." He chuckled and looked up at the crowd. "That will NOT burn you," he said, "but within five minutes in water that cold, you would experience hypothermia."

Gesturing at the fourth and fifth tanks he said, "The last two tanks are self-explanatory."

A soft murmuring swept though the crowd as those who had noticed the LEDs flashing on the front of those tanks pointed it out to those who had not.

"Normally," Kareen explained, "these tanks are set up in a circle with a carousel-like mechanism above it. Up to five slaves- or others- are suspended above the tanks. At random intervals, they are plunged downward into the water until the weights tied to their ankles touch the floor of the tank. Then they are pulled back up into the air and the carousel mechanism rotates."

Pointing up at the sky and moving his finger in a wide circle as he spoke, he said, "The beauty of that arrangement is that there is no way to know whether you are going into a bath... or a steaming kettle... or a freezing lake... or a pleasant tingle... or an extreme shock. There is no way to prepare yourself what is to occur."

He shrugged his shoulders slightly and continued, "Unfortunately, there is not sufficient room here today to set up my marvelous Carousel of Pain. The same effect, however, can be obtained with this special production crane. It has been programmed in much the same fashion as my Carousel and will dunk our terrified little terrorist forty-six times into the tanks. Which tank, she will not know until it is too late."

William had walked up onto the stage alongside him and gave a signal for missy's cage to be lowered. He personally opened the huge padlock on the door of the cage and personally removed her chains. Then holding his hands on her shoulders he said softly to her, "You can do this. It is going to hurt... a lot. You may or may not be able to block that pain, but you can endure it. You are safe. You will not be harmed." He paused and said, "And it won't damage your skin in any way. Five minutes after its done there will be no evidence anything occurred."

Missy didn't appear to be very reassured. She stood wide-eyed, trembling in fear, as he slowly guided her over to the guards who were waiting beneath the cable which extended down from the crane.

There was a trapeze-like bar on the end of the cable which had wide leather strips attached to it. "Grab the bar," the guard said firmly.

Missy did so and her hands were lashed to the bar so that she could not intentionally- or accidently- let go.

The cable moved upward very slightly and missy was stretched up onto her toes. Two of the stage crew carried out a three foot long metal bar with chains attached to it. It clanged loudly when they dropped it to the stage at her feet.

"This bar will insure that you remain straight and that you drop quickly through the water," the guard explained as they attached restraints to her ankles. The restraints were very large and almost resembled work boots by the time they were totally in place.

Once another guard inspected all restraints and declared them good, he wrapped a black, silk, blindfold around missy's eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. Then the crane rapidly drew her upward. She was higher than she had been standing in her cage, but she had no way of knowing that.

Every eye was staring at her in expectation as the crane moved her back and forth several times. The flat portion of the crane was long enough that it could move her many feet past the first tank or the last tank, so she soon had no idea over which tank she might be hanging. Then she dropped into the water.

Her body instantly tightened from the freezing water. With the heavy weight secured to her feet, she dropped rapidly through the water until the weight hit with a loud "thunk" on a metal plate which protected the base of the tank.

No sooner had the weight touched the bottom than she was rocketed back up into the air. She gasped for breath as her head broke the surface of the water. It was over too fast for her to even scream. Then she was moving rapidly to her right, and then back to her left.

Once more she began to drop. Her body wanted to brace itself for another icy plunge, but instead extreme heat assailed her senses. This time she did scream as her head returned above the surface of the water. The near-scalding heat of the water would probably not have engendered such a violent scream, but the change from nearly freezing to nearly scalding was almost too much for her senses.

She thrashed wildly as the crane once again moved her back and forth over the tanks. When she dropped this time, she began screaming as soon as she started down. Her scream continued as she entered the water, even though this was the bathwater temperature tank.

She seemed somewhat relaxed as she emerged from the tank. Her body was no longer thrashing as she was shuffled back and forth over the tanks to confuse her. This time, she remained silent as she fell into the water. She stiffened slightly as the electrical pulses easily penetrated her wet skin. But these were the mild, pleasurable pulses that only tingled slightly and would have felt good under different circumstances.

Once more she was above the tanks. "They are giving me a sample of each of the tanks," she thought to herself. That means the next tank is..."

"Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee." the drop into the tank with the strong, painful, electrical pulses, confirmed her fears. She screamed all the while her body was entering the water and continued to scream under the water as the weight dropped to the bottom of the tank.

Fortunately, or perhaps by design, she was yanked out of the water before she ran out of breath. "Go into the pain. Go into the pain. Go into the pain." she kept telling herself. But how can you go into a pain when you don't know what it is going to be.

She plunged once again into the hot water. Within her mind, she was now telling herself, "Hurt without harm... hurt without harm... hurt without harm..." The pain of the near-scalding water seemed much less this time. Missy wasn't sure whether it was her mantra which she was repeating constantly in her head or the fact that she had not just come from the freezing water, but the pain was definitely less.

Another plunge, this time into the near-freezing water. The mantra in her head was getting faster. "Hurt without harm... hurt without harm... hurt without harm... hurt without harm... hurt without harm... hurt without harm..." She may have even said it aloud as the crane shuffled her through the air preparing to drop her into the next random tank.

As the electrical pulses tore through her feet and then her legs, she said loudly, "Hurt without harm... hurt without harm..." The litany switched back to being only inside her head as her face went under the water.

When she emerged from the water, she took a deep breath. The severe elecro-shocks had hurt much less than before. She began to block out everything except her own voice within her repeating, "Hurt without harm... hurt without harm... hurt without harm."

Her body never fully relaxed, and the sensations never became pleasurable, but with the constant mantra declaring to herself that her body would not be harmed, she was able to endure whatever torment the tank inflicted upon her.

Finally, after she was pulled out of the bathwater tank, the crane began to rotate slightly. She felt herself being lowered, but she was over the stage, not the tanks. It was over!

Two of the stage hands- or perhaps they were security people- removed the weight from her ankles and unwrapped her hands from around the bar above her. William was also there. He handed her a fluffy towel and said, "Dry yourself off. Then we will get your chains back on and put you back up in the cage for an hour."

Out of habit, Missy reached up with the towel to dry her hair. It closed around nothing above her head. "That's right," she said aloud, "I'm not Vicki anymore. I'm slave missy. I don't have any hair." She looked down at her hairless body and added, "... anywhere."

After her collar, manacles, and shackles were in place, William locked her in her cage and signaled the stage crew to draw her up to her place of display. As she looked down at the crowds, however, she noticed that most of them were ignoring her. They were much more interested in seeing the workings of the machine that had tormented her.

She leaned back against the bars of her cage and relaxed her body, thankful that her ordeal for the day was ended. As she gazed down at the people who were crowded around the tanks, she said aloud softly, "Upstaged by a crane." She then closed her eyes and began slowly stroking her slit. She wasn't seeking an orgasm, she just wanted some sensations with which to replace the memory of the terror in the tanks.

She ended up staying on display for significantly more than the usual hour. It was closer to two hours later when William announced loudly, "I'm sorry, folks, but the stage crew is going have to start disassembling the crane, and for your safety, we are going have to ask you to leave the fairgrounds."

Twenty minutes later, the crowd was finally gone and William was transporting missy back to the RV. After he had pulled into the large trailer and closed the rear ramp, he released missy from the cage and her chains.

"I thought they would stay forever," he said. He sounded very frustrated. "Kareem's people aren't actually going to work on the crane until just before dark tonight, but I couldn't think of any other way to get them to leave."

Then they walked from the trailer to the entrance of the RV. After William had opened the door with his remote, he turned to missy and turned his finger in a circle. Dutifully, she turned slowly around so he could examine her body.

"No new bruises," he said. "With some ointment before you go to sleep tonight, the old bruises should be totally faded away by tomorrow."

"They'll be back by tomorrow night," she said dejectedly.

"Yes, they will," answered William, "but tomorrow is tomorrow. There are no more punishments in today."

He motioned for her to enter the RV. She knew that he carefully watched her ass as she climbed the steps in front of him. That thought caused a slight tingle between her legs as she scampered into the kitchen.

"I don't think you should need to clean yourself up," William said. "But you might need to use the bathroom." As missy was heading down the hallway, he called to her, "I'm thinking of ordering a pizza tonight. Anything you won't eat?"

"Pineapples and spinach," missy yelled back. "Other than that, almost anything goes when it comes to pizza."

"Then one special, deep dish deluxe," he replied. "It should be here in about a half hour."

Missy used the time to relax on her bed, thankful that she no longer had to lie on her stomach. When the pizza arrived, William gave her the money to pay the delivery person and told her to take care of it.

When she stepped out of the bus to take the pizza from the delivery boy's hands, he nearly dropped it as he rapidly looked up and down her naked body. "Is this a joke?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Read the side of the bus," she said as she took the pizza and handed him the money. "Keep the change," she said as she turned and went back up into the bus. She could see him still staring up the steps as the door hissed closed.

While they were eating, William asked, "What did you think of Kareem's devices?"

"I hated them," missy replied. "It wasn't that the pain was so bad, but I couldn't prepare for it in any way. The best I could do was make it hurt a little less."

She looked over at him and begged, "Please, Master, don't make me do that again."

"You won't have to worry about that," William answered. "Even if he gave me one of the machines like the others did, it would be too big and way too difficult for me to set up. No way we could take it on tour with us."

"Do you mean the others gave you their machines?" she asked.

"I wouldn't say they gave them to me," William replied, "but yes, both of the automated versions of James Madison's Programable Punishment Platforms are packed in the trailer as well as various whips, paddles, stocks, pillories, and a couple very interesting machines you don't know about yet. And as long as I give a plug for their companies and mention their websites, I have permission to use those machines as often as I desire."

"What about what I desire?" missy pouted.

"That's why they call it punishment," William said with a laugh. "I don't have to take requests." He then went back to eating his pizza.

After supper missy and William watched TV until bedtime. Once again he slathered the ointment across her back, legs, and ass. This time he skipped the crease between her buttocks and the base of her slit. Patting her very lightly on the ass, he said, "Stay on your stomach until this stuff has a chance to absorb into your skin."

A few moments later, she heard the clang of the security door closing in the hallway.

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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.