Twelve Days a Slave Ch. 10

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.

"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."