Twelve Days a Slave

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 NOT prohibit 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. In this chapter, slave missy is punished by water combined with heat, cold and electricity. This chapter focuses on various types of water punishment.

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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.

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Chapter Seven - Slave missy takes the plunge into water punishments.

Once again the smell of coffee was in the early morning air in the large RV, but what woke Missy was William once again gently rubbing the salve on her back, legs, and ass.

"Mmmmm," she said softly. "You can wake me up like that any morning."

"Your back is almost totally clear," he said. "So are your legs."

"And my butt?" she asked.

"That might take a little longer," he said, "but it will have a day to heal."

Missy pushed herself up and said hopefully, "Then I don't get punished today?"

"No," William said softly... but firmly, "you don't get spanked, caned, paddled or flogged today. But you still get punished."

"What kind of punishment?" she asked. Her voice was no longer hopeful.

"I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," William said with a laugh. He then patted her very lightly on her ass and said, "Come out to the kitchen after you get ready." He left, but turned back as he reached the door and said, "And make sure you remember your towel. You are a bit greasy this morning."

Missy used the bathroom and brushed her teeth.

"There really isn't much to getting ready anymore,"

she said to herself.

"Unless Master lets me paint my nails."

She held her fingers up to look at her nails. "What color goes good with naked?" she said aloud.

"Did you ask something?" William called from the kitchen.

"Just thinking aloud," she replied as she came through the door with her towel.

After she had finished about half of her breakfast, she asked, "So, what's on the program for today?" She hoped that the casual sound of her voice would trick William into answering.

"Well," he replied in an equally casual voice, "the warm up is a Ferris wheel and the main event is a carousel."

He then shoveled an egg into his mouth and looked down at his plate. Missy could see that he was chuckling silently.

"I get it," she said, allowing the exasperation to show in her voice. "I will find out when I find out."

"Yes, you will," he replied. "But now it is time to get moving so we can get you oiled up and take our publicity lap through town. I've had a special request to drive past your old place of employment. The CEO wants a picture of you in your cage in front of the store."

"He would!" she huffed angrily, remembering her rejection and humiliation outside the windows of the fourteenth floor executive conference room.

"And he can afford to pay for it," William said softly. "I charged him two weeks of equivalent time. We are within a couple of months of bringing your sentence down to the court mandated one-year minimum."

Missy looked back up at him and said, "Oh... thank you... I guess." She sighed deeply and continued, "You really have been looking out for me. Without you I'd be in the hot sun picking bugs off some crop somewhere. So, thank you."

She paused and then asked, "Why are you doing all this for me?"

William looked into her eyes and said softly, "It could be that 20% of twelve million dollars is two point four million." He paused and then said a little louder, "Or it could be that I saw something special in you that day in court."

He then stood up, clapped his hands smartly, and said, "Just put the dishes in the sink. We're running late and need to get moving."

Missy suspected that they were not really behind schedule, but this was William's way of closing off the conversation.

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When they arrived at the center of town, William made two laps around the square rather than one. He looked at his watch several times as he made the second, very slow, lap. Then he headed down the same path she had taken on her day of repentance. The CEO and board of directors were awaiting them when they arrived. William pulled the ATV into the parking places which were reserved in front of the store and then walked across the street to talk to the photographer. Two men dressed like the stage hands from the fairgrounds ran back across the street carrying what looked like two pieces of pvc pipe wrapped together is some fashion. One stood to one side of the gathered big shots and the other slowly pulled the other piece of pipe to the other side, unrolling a huge banner.

On one end of the banner was Vicki LeClaire's employment picture from the company website. On the other end was a picture of slave missy walking slowly behind the horse-drawn caisson on her

Day of Repentance.

Between the two images were the words, "A Terrorist Repents."

Missy was able to disregard the laughter and looks of derision from the CEO and board members, but the reminder of what she once was caused her to burst into tears. When she did, the group cheered and applauded. She was sure that was the picture that would hang in the board room or the CEO's office.

William came back to the ATV and started toward the fairgrounds. Missy stood in the cage, holding on to the bars and crying. She was still crying as the cage was raised into the air above the stage.

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Much of the equipment for the day was already in place. There were five tall, clear plastic tanks on the track in front of the stage that were probably set in place overnight. Over in front of the side stage, a much larger, but much more shallow tank was also set up.

All six tanks were filled with water. Above the shallow tank was a strange-looking wheel that did, in fact, look like a Ferris wheel with no seats. Alongside the main stage, a tall construction crane had been erected with a long arm that extended over the stage.

Missy looked around for the carousel William had spoken of and decided that he must have been referring to the crane.

She then leaned back to wait for two o'clock. Today she didn't feel like pleasuring herself or withdrawing into her dream world, so she just waited and watched as technicians connected pumps and other equipment to each of the tanks.

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To her surprise, missy fell asleep braced against the rear bars of her cage. Mister Wilson's voice loudly crying out his standard welcome brought her suddenly awake.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began. "Today is sponsored by Kareem's Custom Devices, the world's greatest specialist in water-related punishment."

An Arab gentlemen joined William on stage. At least missy assumed he was an Arab since he was wearing a robe with a white headpiece that had a colored band of some sort holding it in place.

"I introduce to you," William continued, "Kareem Samara, president and chief designer for Kareem's Custom Devices."

"Thank you," said the man in the robes. His voice was very deep and forceful. As he turned toward the audience, missy could see that his facial hair was very well trimmed. She was somewhat startled that there was no trace of accent in his voice.

"When I came to this country to study engineering many years ago," he began, "I was fascinated with the abundance of water in this land." He gestured toward the tanks in front of the stage. "Originally, I was intending to found a company for locating, storing and transporting water. But then I found an even more compelling market for water- water punishment devices."

Pointing over to the shallow tank, he continued, "One of our most popular devices is the water wheel, which can be used for pain or pleasure or both."

He paused as eight security people, walking in pairs, came out onto the stage. Between the first two pairs stood naked slaves, one male and one female. There was a naked man and woman standing between the last pair of security people, but they did not seem to be slaves. For one thing they still had their hair and, for another, there were no brands visible on their bodies.

Addressing the guards, he said, "Let's get our slaves and our volunteers in place."

The guards and the naked men and women walked over to the shallow tank and stood patiently waiting. The hum of motors and the swish of hydraulics accompanied the movement of the large wheel as it rose upward and then pivoted over forward in front of the tank so that it was only a few feet off the ground.

There was a small platform in front of the wheel and the guards led the female slave up the steps and turned her so that her back was against the wheel. One of the guards went up with her and stepped up onto a small, higher platform.

"Up!" he commanded, and the slave raised her hands above her head. He grabbed them firmly and pulled upward so that she was standing on her tip toes as he strapped her wrists to the wheel.

He stepped back slightly and yelled, "Clear!"

The wheel rotated, pulling the slave off her feet. When her waist was even with the guard, he pulled a belt across her abdomen and pulled it tight to hold her firmly to the wheel.

The wheel once again moved. This time, when it stopped, her feet were even with the guard's hands. He then used leather restraints and straps to secure her ankles to the wheel.

Stepping back slightly, he yelled "Next!" and the wheel rotated so that the slave's hands were at the top of the wheel. The naked man who still had his hair next stepped up onto the platform and turned to place his back against the wheel.

His hands were quickly cuffed tightly to the wheel and the guard yelled, "Clear!" The wheel rotated so that the wide restraint belt could be placed across his abdomen. The wheel rotated again and his feet were restrained against the wheel.

The guard yelled "Next" as the wheel moved once more. The naked woman with hair stepped up and was soon bound to the wheel.

When the wheel was rotated so that the male slave's hands could be bound to the wheel, the female slave was hanging beneath the wheel. As his feet were bound to the wheel, her hands had rotated again to the front.

The guard stepped down from his perch and the wheel began to rotate slowly, displaying the female slave, and then the non-slave man, followed by the non-slave woman, and finally the male slave. It then pivoted back so it was directly over the shallow pond about three feet over the surface of the water.

"The water," Kareen said in his basso profundo voice, "is electrified."

There was a gasp throughout the crowd. "But do not worry," he said, almost chuckling. "The current is heavily limited as it would be in an e-STIM device." He paused for a moment and added, "And right now, the pulses are set for a very pleasant pulse speed, duration, and intensity."

He gestured toward the tank and said, "I draw your attention to the row of lights on the front of the tank."

There was a triple strip of green LEDs that lit sequentially upward each time the electricity pulsed through the tank. It looked very much like a volume indicator on an amplifier.

Kareem now became silent and the wheel began to lower itself toward the water. Each time the female slave rotated under the wheel, she was just a bit closer to the water.

The crowd waited quietly, and on the sixth slow revolution of the wheel, the slave's nipples grazed the water. She gasped loudly, but did not scream. She was reacting more in surprise than in pain.

The wheel continued to rotate. Nothing else touched the water until the female slave again rotated under. This time, about half of her breasts went into the water. As she continued to rotate, her toes also skimmed the water.

When the man behind her on the wheel rotated through, the first thing which touched was his dangling penis. He responded with a loud, "Ahhhh!" and struggled sightly within his restraints. Again, his response was more surprise than pain. He gasped slightly, but said nothing as his toes went into the water.

The female following him was much less endowed than the female slave, but on this rotation, her breasts... and then her toes skimmed through the water.

The wheel continued its slow descent, as the male slave rotated under, it was close enough that his nose touched the surface of the water. He stiffened, but otherwise did not respond and was apparently ready for it when his package skimmed the water.

The female slave followed him. This rotation, the water touched her face. She closed her eyes and gave a soft murmuring groan as her entire body dipped slightly into the water.

The wheel seemed to stop descending at that point because the others seemed to go no deeper into the water. It did, however, begin to spin slightly faster. The faces of the four slaves rotated quickly past the view of the crowd.

As each came up out of the water, he or she moaned softly. The moan- apparently a moan of pleasure- continued until their feet were rotated clear of the water. Both men were now sporting significant erections.

The wheel rotated another dozen or so times. All four naked bodies were now bucking and twisting in their restraints. Kareem's voice could again be heard. "I think it is obvious," he said, "that this device can give pleasure. I am sure our slaves and our volunteers would appreciate it if I let them rotate until orgasm. But..." He paused for effect. "the purpose of our demonstration is to show that the wheel can also be used for punishment."

He laughed a deep, deep laugh. "Or at least," he continued, "the wheel can inflict pain. Whether that is punishment or reward depends on the nature of the slave... or volunteer... who is strapped to the wheel."

The huge, Ferris-wheel like device rose once again into the air above the shallow tank. After rotating in place for a full rotation or two, it began to descend once again toward the electrified water. Its descent, if anything, was slower than it had been before, but the rotation was at the same steady pace.

"The pulses are no longer pleasurable," Kareem said. "Their intensity, duration, and speed of the pulses has all been changed to that which will inflict the most pain." He looked out across the crowd and added, "But keep in mind, that although they are painful, they are not harmful."

Missy, watching and listening from her perspective high above everything suddenly stood upright in her cage. "Painful but not harmful," she said aloud. Then silently to herself, she added,

"He is reassuring the volunteers that they are safe. They must be able to get pleasure from those painful pulses."

She looked down at the tank. The LED strip was now rising higher on the side of the tank with each pulse. As it rose, the color of the LEDs changed from green to yellow and then to red. The meter seemed to stay in the red for a long time before dropping back to yellow and then green and then off.

She continued to watch the wheel. It was obvious that on this rotation, the female slave's nipples would skim the surface of the water. When they did, a loud scream echoed throughout the arena and the crowd responded with cheers and applause.

The wheel- and the crowd- was then silent. The crowd and the naked men and women on the wheel knew that nothing would touch the water until the slave again rotated under the wheel. The two men and the other woman were very tense within their restraints, but were motionless. The female slave, on the other hand, was struggling heavily- and uselessly- against her bonds.

She rotated once more under the wheel. Her scream as her breasts entered the water was a gurgling "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" that lasted until her breasts cleared the water as she rotated through. Unfortunately for her, her feet touched the water almost immediately afterwards. A slightly less intense "Aieeeeeee!" echoed through the fairgrounds.

The male who followed the female slave was not struggling. If anything, he was relaxing himself. His prick, still fully erect from the previous pleasure pulses, cut into the water. "Ahhhhh!" he called out in pain as his penis dragged through the water. He was still grunting in pain when his toes touched the electrified pulses.

The female following him into the water also seemed to be trying to relax, but when her nipples touched the water she screamed loudly and continued screaming until she had rotated up once again out of the water.

The male slave was screaming in fear before he even made contact with the water. His erection was long gone and his prick was shriveled up in fear, but it was still the first thing to touch the water. Despite having been ordered not to speak, he screamed out "Oh God! Oh God! I've changed my mind. I'll take the full flogging!"

His words were met with laughter from the crowd. Kareem stood impassively, not even acknowledging them.

The female slave then rotated back into the water. The wheel was low enough that her face touched the water first. She thrashed violently in her bonds, but did not call out until her mouth had cleared the surface of the water.

The male who followed her did not call out at all except to give a soft moan once his upper body had rotated through the pulsing water.

The woman who followed him did not scream this time. Instead she said softly, "Yes, yes, yes..." as she rotated out of the water.

The male slave again was screaming before he touched the water. He continued to scream even as his face went under the water. The wheel seemed to speed up slightly while he was under and continued at its slightly faster pace after he had rotated out.

The female slave began screaming as soon as her hands touched the water and continued to scream until her feet rotated clear of the water.

The male appeared to take a deep breath and relax as his hands entered the water. His body shook with the pulses, but he said nothing, even after he rotated up out of the water.