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. 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.
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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 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.
