Fair Justice

CHAPTER I

Greenville High Street had a new attraction today.  Judge Fair of Greenville Law Court, who had a reputation of not living up to his name, was always keen on cruel and unusual punishments.  Today’s treat was one of the housewives of plush Greenville convicted of adultery.  Normally for such an offence Fair would dole out any combination of branding, a flogging, and a prison sentence anywhere between a month and six years (as the law prescribed) depending on the case and how mischievous he felt.  But he had been at his law books to see what other punishments he could give.

At the end of Greenville High Street, a spot many people passed on their way to work or to the shops and stalls, a crowd had gathered.  A small platform about half a foot high had been erected.  On it was a portcullis-like grill like those used sometimes for flogging people.  The platform was cordoned off from the crowd by temporary barriers and policemen.  There was an Imperial Guard van parked behind the platform, which raised the curiosity of the crowd.  A man in Imperial Guard uniform was now stood on the corner of the platform wishing to address the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen of Greenville,” he shouted, “you are to witness this day the punishment of Grace Cooper for the grievous offence of adultery.”  There was a murmur from the crowd – many obviously knew the convicted and a good bit of adulterous gossip went down well.  “As ordered by the justice of Greenville Law Court, Grace Cooper will be punished publicly with a bucking machine.”  There were more murmurs as the people had never heard of the device.  “Bring out the slut!” the announcer cried.

The Imperial Guard van doors opened, and Grace Cooper was led out.  She was naked, manacled and shackled, and led up to the platform.

Grace Cooper had had some bad luck dealt to her by life recently.  The young bride had been raped, but instead she found herself being prosecuted for adultery.  Naturally she had pleaded not guilty and accused her oppressor of rape in court.  Judge Fair disagreed, and found Grace guilty of adultery, making false allegations and misleading the court.

Released from her shackles, her ankles were secured shoulder width apart in the irons at the base of the grill and her wrists were cuffed separately above her head to the grille.  She had a good athletic body and her blonde long hair looked unkempt.  Those who knew Grace knew that she spent the copious free time a middle class housewife has out jogging and keeping fit, rather than staying inside, which led to her tanned and toned body, unusual for the middle classes.

Sure that their prisoner was secure, the Imperial Guardsmen then produced a box from their van.  The crowd saw one of the man open it and attach a contraption to the grille at Grace’s crotch.  The announcer continued.

“The convicted slut, now secured, will have the bucking machine inserted into her.”  At this point, the Guardsmen stood back and the crowd saw what a bucking machine was.  It appeared a polite way of describing a fucking machine.  A steel dildo had been put into Grace’s cunt at the optimum angle, and it had been attached to the grille by a small metal frame that went under her crotch and hooked on to the grille securely behind her, so that there was no chance of that dildo coming out of her until it was dismantled.  The frame reaching behind her also had a butt plug attached to it which had been inserted painfully into her arse.  The crowd now had a new realisation of the utter humiliation of one of their own they were about to witness.

“Mrs Cooper will be impaled like this for twenty-four hours,” the announcer continued.  “The machine will stimulate her sexually continuously, while at random intervals electrical currents will be passed through her body by the dildo and by her anal plug to cause her pain.  The machine will run continuously for twenty-four hours, never stopping.”  He signalled to the Guardsman with the control box.  “Let her punishment begin!”

The ribbed dildo started stroking in at a constant speed, while it also vibrated.

“Grace Cooper’s next punishment is to be installed in the stocks at the other end of the High Street and to be branded, so turn up tomorrow to catch that!” was the announcer’s last words.

Grace was staring straight ahead, over the heads of the people she knew now laughing at her.  She was determined to face this with dignity, not to flinch when the inevitable orgasm came, but to remain stoically still throughout.

The young men in the front row of the crowd were disappointed.  This toned figure unbelievably getting fucked for their pleasure wasn’t playing ball.

Judge Fair smiled at what he saw from the balcony of the Law Courts at the side of the square.  His message was clear – he had included it in his sentencing statement – Grace Cooper had been desperate to have cock, lets see how she liked it now (it had been in more flowery language in his statement).

Grace was blushing crimson.  This had to be the most humiliating thing possible, she thought, getting fucked like a slut by a machine in her home town square, all her pride and social status stripped from her.  Passing teenagers were stopping to watch their dream show in the market place.

Grace tried to keep her promise to herself.  She didn’t move and kept staring straight ahead.  However, her body was soon betraying her, and no matter how still she kept, she couldn’t prevent herself from giving extra lubricant to the dildo.  When one of the onlookers first spotted her juices, there was an ironic cheer.

The machine was doing its job.  Despite herself, Grace was getting extremely aroused.  She was now biting her lip and screwing her face in her effort not to let her excitement show.  She had lost track now of how long she had had the phallic invader pounding into her. 

Horrified, she found that her cunt was tightening around the dildo as if it were a lover.  Her thoughts started getting confused.  Her dignity was colliding with her increasingly over-riding need and desire to cum as soon as possible.

The crowd cheered as Grace’s hips started to thrust to meet the machine’s thrusts.  She was actually fucking it, bucking wildly.  The men of the crowd were getting excited about the amazing live show before them.  Grace’s once clear mind was overcome with lust and an immense need to climax.

Finally the inevitable happened.  A guttural screech of her climax ringed across the square as she had an immense orgasm.  The crowd applauded the excellent show that had been put on for them and how it had broken the bitch before them.

Grace stopped pumping the phallus as her orgasm subsided.  After the relief, she was revolted at what she had just done – she had flayed about in the throws of orgasm like a base whore.  She felt the last ounce of dignity she had held in this town had been ripped from her.  She had produced gushes of juices which now covered the phallus and her inside thighs.  Her entire body was covered with sheen of sweat and her blonde hair was matted and clinging to her body.  And still the machine kept pumping relentlessly, its vibrations now proving to be an irritant.  Grace now hung her head, no more defiant postures.  She felt tears forming in her eyes.  She didn’t want it, but she couldn’t help tears drop down her face.  Her inners felt full with the dildo and the butt plug.  Her arms were now aching, but she couldn’t shift herself.  The scorching summer sun was now beating down on her, making her exhaustion worse.  And she had twenty-four hours of this to endure.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the first random electrical shock hit her.  Her vagina and arse felt like they were on fire.  She had thought she couldn’t move much, but now her backed arched out in exquisite pain.  She yelled out in pain.  The shock seemed to last minutes to her.  When it stopped as suddenly as it had started, her body banged down onto the grille.  She could barely breathe.

That’s when she felt another twinge of arousal.  Before long she was again writhing in sexual release.

And so her torment continued.  She was climaxing at a regular pace, though with less ferocity, making her absolutely breathless.  And the electrical shocks were still sending brilliant pain through her body, their random timing meaning she was never prepared.  Eventually, after she had had about six orgasms and five electrocutions, she noticed that her crowd was starting to dissipate, but there were always new leering men and excited youngsters ready to enjoy her ordeal.  It was not long before most of the people out in Greenville that day had witnessed Grace Cooper get off in public.

Just when she thought she was about to die from exhaustion, an Imperial Guardsman came up to the platform and forced her to messily gulp down water from a bottle to keep her going.  A few hours later he did the same.

“I’ve put a drop of something in to make sure you won’t fall asleep in the night,” he informed her.  She groaned – sleep would mean she wouldn’t have to experience her distress.

“Please, sir,” she panted, “I can’t take any more. I’ll confess if that’s what you want. I’m a slut! Is that what you want me to say? I’m a worthless pathetic cunt! Just please, I beg you, take mercy. I can’t take anymore!”  The guard was looking decidedly unsympathetic.  “I’ll make it worth your while,” she tried.  “I would be on my knees begging right now if I could. I’ll be your slave if that’s what you’re after. I’ll suck you off right here on this stage if you release me. Please!”

The guard was laughing.  “I’m sure the judge and that poor fellow you slandered would be interested to hear you admit to been a cock-sucking whore. Now get this water down your neck.”

Night came, no relent.  The crowd had mostly gone – Grace would later be grateful to learn that a prostitute was in the stocks at the other end of the High Street to attract the lewder of the drunkards out at this time.  But there was still always a group in front of her.  She physically didn’t have the energy for wild orgasms, but it was still an entertaining watch.  And of course, her electrocutions never failed to be spectacular, always catching her unawares - at one time she had two within two minutes. 

Soon, the water that she had been given began to make its presence felt.  At a lull between orgasms and electrocutions, the pressure in her bladder caused her to involuntarily relieve herself, her urine cascading down over the dildo and down her legs, mixing with the sweat and the cum which had started to dry down the inside of her toned thighs.  Her small audience jeered heartily at this further humiliation.

Morning came, and her crowd grew again with the morning commute through the centre of Greenville.  She was exhausted beyond comprehension, almost so much that it almost outweighed the humiliation.  But the realisation that it was morning told her that her ordeal was almost over.  This thought comforted her, and then an electrical shot hit her, splaying her body once more.

To be continued…

CHAPTER II

In the heat of midday, final respite came.  Without warning, the exhausted Grace noticed that the dildo stopped pumping.  An Imperial Guardsman came onto the platform.

“That’s it now,” he said, and set about extracting the dildo.  Grace just let the relief sweep over her.  She was assisted down off the grille and escorted into a waiting IG van to take her across the square back to the courthouse jail.

The court jail was in the foundations of the courthouse.  Grace was led down the corridor of cells that were formed by putting bars and grilles between the arches of the foundations.  She was put into the last cell, still handcuffed, and locked in, a Guardsman stopping back to watch over her.  She collapsed onto the bare straw floor and the flimsy blanket to provide for her modesty.  She was hardly comfortable, but her exhaustion led her to sleep.

She was woken not long after by her cell door opening.  In was led another girl, like her totally naked and handcuffed.  She was in her early twenties, highly bronzed but attractive skin, and scraggly peroxide blonde hair.  She nonchalantly sat on the straw as the bars closed behind her.

“Laurie,” she said by way of introduction.

“Grace,” Grace replied, still groggy from her sleep.

“Awaiting trial?”

“Erm, no,” Grace replied awkwardly.  She realised she would have to get used to this awkwardness – Judge Fair had also cruelly decreed that she would not be able to leave Greenville District for two years as part of her humiliating punishment.

A look of dawning comprehension came across Laurie’s face.  She suddenly seemed more interested in her temporary cellmate.  “Grace Cooper?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I know what they did to you yesterday.”  There was an uneasy silence.  “I was in the stocks last night, that’s why I know,” Laurie tried to continue.

“I’m sorry,” Grace returned.  “Why did they do that to you?”

“Prostitution. It’s my second straight offence for it in Greenville, so I am to be branded and flogged tonight before Greenville’s paying bigwigs and then banned from the town for life.”

“That’s awful.”

“Occupational hazard,” Laurie said to explain her unconcern, “it’s the only profession when you can’t feed and clothe yourself.”

The rattle of the cell door being unlocked disturbed the girls.  A guard told them both to stand, which they did with some difficulty in their handcuffs.  Half a dozen guards then escorted them from the cells to another part of the jailhouse.  Through some doors, they were led to what was obviously a communal shower block.  Their ankles were fastened in chains to the wall and then their hands released, giving them both relief.  While the guards were temporarily occupied with something else, Laurie leant over to whisper in Grace’s ear.

“You know how the jailhouse works?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s only a holding jail for people like you and me and people waiting for trial, so they are not obliged to feed or clothe us, especially if you’re in for less than twenty-four hours like us.”

“Right.”

“Well I’ve never been able to afford that shit whenever I’ve been in and I doubt you’ve got easy access to cash right now;”

“Well I could contact my lawyer…”

“So I’ll entertain the guards and we’ll get what we need off them – it’s how it works. Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

The guards came back and handed soap to the two girls.  The guards stood back and the showers turned on.  The water was predictably freezing.  Grace obligingly started to wash herself.  The guards were still stood over them, soaking in their naked bodies, giving no indication that they were going to afford the girls some privacy – this was jail.

Suddenly, Grace felt Laurie touch her shoulder.  She turned round, and Laurie’s lips plunged into Grace’s face.  It was a new experience for Grace, but she followed Laurie’s lead and kissed back.  Laurie was now kneading Grace’s pert breasts.  Grace hands were molesting Laurie’s midriff.  Laurie cupped Grace’s sex, and Grace cocked her leg over Laurie’s to get closer.  The guards cheered.

Later, when outside afternoon was turning to evening, Grace and Laurie relaxed after their meal.  Today’s guards were obviously not very generous, and no clothes had come with the meal – which was clearly the leftovers from the guards’ meal - but they had been allowed to fashion loin cloths from some rags.  Grace had not spoken since the shower except to thank Laurie.

Again the cell door was opened.  “Cooper,” a guard said, “come with us.”  Another two guards came into the cell to shackle Grace, and she was led out of the jail to the jailhouse preparatory room, where she had been taken when she was first brought to the jailhouse.

“You are scheduled in the courtroom this evening,” said the chief guard there.  “You need to get ready now, you are scheduled shortly.”

“What for?”

“I was only told you were scheduled by Judge Fair. Now, I need you to change into this.”  He held up an orange paper dress.

Grace loosened her cloth and took the paper outfit which she knew was the standard uniform of serving criminals appearing in court.  She slid the dress on, careful not to rip it.  It barely covered her and did not reach much lower than her crotch – she was sure her buttocks would be poking out.  ‘Greenville Court’ was stamped on the back, the Imperial IG coat of arms on the breast, and a stylised W on the chest to identify her as a slut, whore and woman of loose morals.

She let herself be re-handcuffed and was escorted into a lift which opened onto a small wooden corridor.  Through the doors at the end was the courtroom.  She was led through these doors, and into the dock, which was a cage at the back of the courtroom, and she was forced to her knees, still shackled and stood over by two guards.

It was then that she realised that her husband was in the court.  In the audience her entire in-law family had assembled for whatever Fair had devised.

“Grace Cooper,” Judge Fair announced.  Grace looked up at the bench startled – she had not realised that her persecutor was there.  “Cooper,” Fair continued, “I am to inform you that you have been divorced and your marriage terminated.” 

Under new laws, women convicted of adultery could be divorced without their consent or even their knowledge, and this is clearly what had been done here.  Fair had only summoned her to court to tell her to give her another slap in the face – she was quietly furious. 

“I have decided that the terms of the settlement is as follows;” Fair continued, clearly enjoying himself. “Everything that is of joint ownership will now become the property of Mr. Cooper, with the exception of your clothes and belongings which were taken off you when you were convicted. You are to be barred from marrying again. You will not be allowed to use your married name. Understand?”  Grace nodded.  She wasn’t going to give the gloating in-laws the gratification of seeing her upset.  She wasn’t hugely surprised – she knew the laws – but she was even deeper hurt.  She had no property that wasn’t jointly owned – she had used her husband’s accounts for everything.  Penniless, disgraced, her life had been ruined.

When she returned to her cell, Laurie had gone to meet her fate.  She spent the night fretting over her next ordeal, to be spent in the pillory, her body freely available to any passing stranger.  Not only that, her backside was to be branded with the mark of a whore, a stylized W.

To be continued…