Twelve Days a Slave 13 of 13 by The_Technician..,

Slave missy discovers that you can be punished with pleasure. , 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. A description of the thirteen chapters follows the end of each chapter.

I have come to the conclusion that it was a mistake to post this online serialized into its thirteen chapters rather than publish it as an ebook as I have done with my other full-length stories. This is not because I could have made a couple hundred bucks by publishing it, but rather because by dividing it into totally separate segments, the full story is lost in the individual day episodes. On those sites where it is possible, I will repost the full book.

This story is, in fact, a character study of two people, William and Vicki / Missy as they move slowly into a loving Master / slave relationship. William Wilson initially is in it just for the money– or at least he thinks that. Vicki LeClaire / slave missy is initially angry at herself and the world and wants to be angry with / hate William. But as the days pass, it becomes evident to her that his actions are not motivated out of money and that he actually cares for her.

No, their relationship is not “normal,” but, against the backdrop of a very dystopian society– which is NOT beyond the possibility of existence in the future of our nation– it is nonetheless a very powerful love story.

In this final chapter, slave missy finally reaches her last 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.

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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.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The Technician.

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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Chapter Thirteen – In this final chapter, Missy finds out that it is, indeed, possible to be punished with pleasure.

Somehow, supper never did get eaten that night. Missy awoke with William curled tightly around her in a spooning position. Missy didn’t remember William ever applying the ointment, but her back– and his front– were all greasy when he uncurled from around her.

“I must not have awakened when you applied the magic potion,” she said sleepily.

“Which time?” he replied and held up an empty tube.

“Let me see your ass,” he said. Missy got up on her hands and knees and teased, “You want more?”

“Eventually,” he said with a chuckle, “but this morning I am more interested in whether or not the salve has you healed up enough for today’s performance.”

“One more day of getting my ass turned into hamburger,” she pouted.

“You haven’t been listening,” he responded. “Today is punishment by pleasure, not pain.”

“Is that even possible?” she asked.

He slid out of the bed and grabbed his clothes off the desk. “Ask me that again when we get back tonight. Right now I am running late getting breakfast ready and neither of us had supper last night.” He turned and walked down the hall into his own room. A few minutes later, missy heard him puttering around in the kitchen.

Breakfast was the typical eggs, bacon and, coffee and then it was time to “clean up, grease up, lock up, and mount up,” as William always said. Except today when she finished applying the oils to her body he was not waiting for her with her chains and collar. Instead he was holding a metal bikini– at least that’s what it looked like when missy first saw it.

“What is that?” she asked as she walked over to the trailer.

Holding up the bottoms he said, “This is a Masters Intimate Devices Lover’s Embrace chastity and denial belt.” Raising the metal top in his other hand he continued, “And this is the matching brassier.” Switching into his stage voice, he said, “This is the perfect device for enforced chastity and denial as well as teasing, edging, and forced orgasm.”

“Wow!” said missy. “How does it do all that?”

In response, William held up two silvery looking dildos. “Accessories go in first,” he said, “and then the whole thing locks on.”

“On me, I assume,” missy said with a sigh.

“Certainly not me,” William laughed.

“Why do I have to put it on now?” she whined.

“Because the show has to end by six,” he answered with a smile. “Hopefully, it will end exactly on time at five, but you have an hour of display following that.”

“I don’t understand,” she said. From the look of confusion on her face, it was obvious she was telling the truth.

“I promise that you will understand completely by the time we get back to the fairgrounds.” William replied. “Now, turn around and bend over.”

Missy did as instructed and William squirted a large glop of gel between her butt cheeks. He then pulled a blue non-latex glove over his hand and pushed the gel into her with his fingers. Missy gasped slightly as the first finger entered her ass and grunted when one finger became two… and then three.

“Had to loosen you up a little,” William said as he pressed the tip of one of the dildos against her now slightly gaping rosebud. He pushed and twisted slightly at the same time and the device slid in.