Vicki, a young woman who works for a large department store, figures out a way to bypass the electronic return tags on expensive dresses sold by the store where she works . This allows her to buy dresses on a Friday, wear them to events over the weekend, and return them on Monday.
When a very expensive dress she is wearing is ruined at a party, everything unravels. She will be charged for the dress and can in no way afford to pay for it. A young man she recently met gives her a program that will allow her to remove the charges from her account. Unfortunately, that program contains a virus that infects not only computers in the store where she works, but many other businesses as well.
This is the story of her conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible in the United States of America. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution allows penal slavery.
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. This chapter is Vicki's "Day of Repentance" and her humiliating descent into slavery, including being renamed as slave missy. The chapter centers primarily on public nudity and public humiliation.
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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 Two - A Day of Repentance
Two weeks following her conviction, at nine o'clock in the morning, Vicki stood on the steps of the courthouse where she had been convicted and sentenced. The day had been determined not by the courts, but by the advertising cycles. William had set the date so that the maximum furor could be generated in social media and the most on-demand views purchased. The courthouse looked out on a large open square. That square and the route of her humiliation had been cordoned off.
Tickets for watching from within the cordoned area had sold out immediately. Front row tickets were resold on-line for outrageous amounts. A large banner hung from the roof of the courthouse announcing today's date and time beneath the words, "A Terrorist Repents and Accepts Her Punishment." A large picture of Vicki in the orange prison dress, her hands and legs shackled, was also on the banner.
Vicki had asked several times what exactly was going to happen, but William had been insistent that she should not know in advance what was going to happen to her. "You can't change it," he said. "Why force yourself to live it out in your mind in advance. Just accept what happens as it occurs and you will get through it."
The first surprise for her day of repentance was the dress she was given to wear. It was an exact reproduction of the $32,000 dress that had been her downfall. That fateful weekend, her plan had been to wear the expensive designer dress to a Community Benefit Gala and return it to stock, but that was not to be. Samantha, the head salesperson on the designer dress floor, was also at the gala. When she saw Vicki she came over and intentionally spilled red wine down the front of the dress. Then leaning in close she had said, "You cost me a year-end bonus because returns were too high in my section." Then, almost snarling, she said, "Try returning that now, bitch."
She couldn't return the dress... and there was no way that she could ever afford to pay for it. But Jarred, a boy at the party whom Vicki had dated, said he had a program which he would give her that would allow her to get into the proper files to take the cost off her account. It worked just as he said it would, but it also put a virus on the company's computers... a virus which spread to vendors, customers, and other businesses. A total of 46 companies were infected by the time Jarred triggered the virus crashing those computer systems on Black Friday, the busiest shopping day of the year.
Jarred then posted a video claiming credit for the cyber attack in the name of the People's Economic Justice Front. That video was broadcast on all of the news networks almost as soon as it was received.
Normally, Vicki didn't pay that much attention to news programs, but it was almost impossible to avoid seeing this particular video. And as soon as she saw the beginning, she recognized Jarred.
Vicki stared at her TV. Could this be the young man who had helped her? At the end of the video, Jarred looked directly into the camera and said, "I would especially like to thank Vicki LeClaire. Without her help, none of this would have ever been possible."
Vicki was still staring at her television screen two hours later when a special SWAT team from Homeland Security burst through the door to her apartment. She was dragged out to a heavily armored van and transported to a special security jail. Against the advice of her lawyer, she decided to tell the truth- the whole truth.
She should have listened to her lawyer.
That truth was the basis for the eleven counts of theft of goods and services- the dresses she had worn and returned. That truth was the basis for the embezzlement charge- for changing the accounting files. That truth was read as testimony against her at her trial as proof that she was, indeed, the terrorist who had introduced the virus onto so many stores' computer systems.
She was convicted on all charges.
And now she stood at the top of the courthouse steps wearing a reproduction of the exact dress which had led to her downfall. She was dressed as she had been that night. Well, not exactly. Today she was wearing Aubade lingerie and Prada shoes- items that she could never afford on her salary. And her hair had been styled by one of the best salons in town- again, something she would never have been able to afford. A professional had even applied her makeup. She had never looked better.
William had explained, "Everything is symbolic. We start you at the very top so that your fall to the bottom is that much more dramatic. ... People pay for drama."
When she grimaced, he added, "That little trick added 10% to the cost of the tickets and 25% to the video rights. And for you, money is time." After a forced smile, he continued, "Trust me. I know what I am doing."
She could see the clock in a church tower located on the opposite edge of the square. Whatever was going to happen would start in five minutes or less. As the hands on the clock came closer and closer to the top of the hour, William leaned in close to her and said, "Things are going to start in just a few moments. Remember, don't think about what is happening. Instead think about all those fantasies you had when you went out to all those BDSM sites."
