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I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing Sunday afternoon. Football on the telly, a couple of nice, cold beers in the fridge, life was not so bad after all.

The doorbell rang. Strange, I wasn’t expecting anyone. It couldn’t be my girlfriend, she was away for the weekend with her parents and I had made no arrangements with anyone else. In fact, I had very deliberately planned a Sunday with just me, the telly and a few beers.

To my astonishment, two uniformed police officers were waiting outside when I opened the door.

“You are under arrest. Turn around, and put your hands behind your back.”

I was far too shocked to even begin to understand what was happening and I stood there without moving, without speaking. One of the officers went past me, pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed me. I was then pushed in the direction of a waiting car and made to sit in the backseat.

The car pulled out from the curb and finally I regained the ability to speak. “What am I accused of for Christ sake. I haven’t done anything illegal.”

“You will find out soon enough. Now be quiet”, said the officer in the driver’s seat. We drove for about twenty minutes before stopping in front of a huge building, located in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. I was dragged inside, taken downstairs and into a room with no windows, no furniture, just a concrete floor, concrete walls and a heavy looking metal door with a tiny peephole in it. It was a prison cell.

One of the officers removed my handcuffs. “Strip maggot!” I just stood there, not understanding what was happening. I must have looked like the biggest question mark in recorded history.

“You don’t seem to understand the situation you are in, maggot. Either you strip now, or else….”

The threat was not terribly subtle and even in my shell-shocked state, I understood him. I started slowly to unbutton my shirt and once it was gone I took off my shoes then my socks, my jeans, and finally, my boxer shorts. Once I was naked I again had my hands cuffed behind my back and then a ball-gag was inserted in my mouth. The police officers left and locked the door behind them.

What in the name of anything Holy was happening? This was no ordinary prison, you did not need to be an ex-convict to know that. Even in the maximum security correctional facilities prisoners were not handcuffed while they were in their cell, nor where they left naked. And, they certainly not gagged. I sat down, leaning against a wall and started to think about how this day had turned from a nice, relaxing Sunday into what could only be described as a nightmare. It is not something I am particularly proud of but I did start to sob a bit.

Time passed and I had no idea how long I had been sitting there, feeling sorry for myself when all of a sudden I could hear a key being inserted into the lock and the door being unlocked. In came four young ladies, all strikingly beautiful and all wearing sexy leather outfits as well as extremely high heels. Three of the ladies had blonde hair whilst the fourth had long, beautiful, dark hair. They were so beautiful that even though I certainly did not want to in my present situation, my dick decided to rise to the occasion. How embarrassing could the situation get?

They stood in front of me. The one with the long dark hair ordered me to stand up. I did as instructed, resulting in my dick pointing straight at her.

“I fully appreciate that you are pleased to see us, but didn’t your mother teach you that pointing is impolite?” She grabbed the shaft of my penis with one hand and gave the head a hard punch with the other. The erection disappeared before I knew it.

“Look ladies! The scumbag has been crying, his eyes are red. Are you a scared little girlie?  How sad, I had hoped that we would be breaking a big, strong man, not a timid little girlie.”

“Now, scumbag, we did not come by because we like you, we sure as hell don’t. But we decided to tell what is going to happen tomorrow, mostly because we hope you will be terrified.”

“Tomorrow you will be taken to court, you will be given a fair trial but with the evidence the prosecutor has available of your hideous crimes, the outcome is all but certain. You will be sentenced, the only question is for how long. Now, have a good night and we will see you tomorrow, scumbag.” With a laugh, they left and securely locked the door behind them.

They certainly achieved their objective, I was terrified. What crimes was I guilty of? I had no idea and no matter how much I searched my brain I just could not figure it out. Not that I am an angel, of course not but occasionally being a little bit of a bastard did not justify standing trial. I sat down and leaned against the wall again, trying to get some sleep but to no avail. It was a long night.

Almost asleep, with my chin against my left shoulder I suddenly heard a violent sound. The door had slammed open and crashed against the wall and in came two young women. They rushed at me, and dragged me to my feet and then pulled me out of the cell and into a nearby bathroom where I was allowed to use the toilet and then forced to take a shower. I was still handcuffed so it was the two women who washed me. Once again my dick rose but this time they let it.

After the shower they led me up the stairs, down the hall and through a double door, which led to our destination: The courtroom. There were five rows of seats for spectators. At the back of the room was a desk for the judge and right next to it a bench for witnesses. In front of the judge’s bench was a desk for the bailiff. At the right of the room were six seats for jurors and right in the middle two tables with two chairs each. Obviously, the tables in the middle were for prosecution and defence respectively.

The room was not packed full. Most of the spectators area was empty, there were only 14 spectators. However, the jury box with six people was full, the bailiff was there and there were two people sitting behind the desk at the left and one sitting at the desk at the right. I looked around and the one thing that struck me as odd was that almost everyone in the room was a woman. All but two, myself included, the one sitting behind the desk at the right was an old man.

All women in the room were dressed in leather or latex and they all seemed to be in competition about who could wear the shortest skirt. I was unable to pick a winner but it sure gave me a hard-on trying. I was so embarrassed but no one seemed to care, I was just guided to sit down next to the old man. “I am your defence attorney, you can trust me,” he whispered in my ear.

I did not trust anyone anymore. And, my lack of trust was not entirely unfounded I began to realise. In the jury, I spotted two of the blonde women from the previous day and one of the women at the prosecutor’s desk was the third blonde from the day before. All I needed now was for the dark haired woman from yesterday to appear and I’d have a full-house.

“All rise in honour of judge, Mistress Juliet”, the bailiff announced and everybody stood up. In my case, it was much to my regret as I was not too eager to show off the hard on I was still sporting.

And, there she was, the one person I needed to make for the full-house. The dark haired lady from yesterday was the judge. Let justice prevail! I had to admit she did nothing to calm my throbbing knob with the red leather outfit she was wearing but it was nonetheless a bit disturbing to have a judge who had so clearly already convicted me and who seemed so eager to make me suffer.

Finally, I was told what the charges were. The judge simply read her papers and summarized. She looked at me. “The defendant has been charged with being disrespectful to women. How do you plead?”

I was still gagged but my attorney rose. “The defendant pleads guilty, Your Honour.” Oh, how I could have kicked him.

“Good. Then it should not take long to get the scumbag convicted. Is the Prosecution ready for its opening remarks?”

The blonde woman at the prosecutor’s desk stood up. She was stunning, wearing a black leather miniskirt and a black leather top which showed a healthy cleavage and was too short to hide her navel. Her shoes were red with high stiletto heels and her nails were a matching red.

“I am ready, Your Honour. But first I think it would be suitable if the scumbag started showing a little bit of respect for women for the first time in his life. I suggest that he is made to kneel in front of the jury for the duration of the trial.”

“Excellent idea, why didn’t I think of that? Do as she says, scumbag. If you do not comply I will double your sentence.” Judge Juliet seemed to be enjoying her job.

I was evidently already convicted of a crime I had not committed. Sure, among friends I could make joking remarks about women, but didn’t all men? And didn’t all the women present complain about men amongst themselves? I was sure of it, but I had no choice, I had to go through with this farce. So, I stood up, walked in front of the jury and fell to my knees. Damn, the one right in front of me was sitting with her legs slightly apart and she was wearing no panties. This way my erection would never go away.

The prosecutor walked over to face the jury and stood right next to me. “Ladies of the jury, take a good look at him. That is the look of a scumbag who enjoys ruining the lives of decent women. You will later hear testimony from three of his victims and one who witnessed it. Let me warn you right now, the testimony is going to disgust you. He seems to think, he can get away with any atrocity against women and it is about time he is stopped before he goes all the way and becomes a rapist.”

What the hell was she talking about? Was I going to hear four made up stories of how I had harassed women? I was about ready to explode, I so wanted to speak up in order to defend myself but the gag only allowed me to drool.

“Look at the swine now. He is standing trial for his hideous crimes and the only detectable reaction from him is that he is horny. The only thought on his mind is that he would like to fuck you. And let me assure you, ladies of the jury, men like him do not make love, they fuck.” With those words, she went back to her seat.

“Does the defence wish to make an opening statement?”

“No Your Honour, due to my clien’ts confession, I have no intention to discuss the question of guilt, only the severity of his sentence.”

Since when had I confessed??? This was a trial with three prosecutors, the judge included, and no defence attorney. No wonder they were able to tell me yesterday that I was going to be convicted.

“Thank you for not wasting the time of this court. I will call the first witness then. Call Mistress Ann.”

After a short while, I could hear the sound of stiletto heels against the floor. I was unable to see the witness, as facing the jury meant I had my back to the witness stand.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God.” “I do.”

All of this went on behind me. Meanwhile, the juror with the slightly parted legs had parted her legs a little more and now I had a perfect view.

The prosecutor began her questioning but it was so hard to concentrate. The juror with the parted legs slid down her chair and started playing with herself. I was completely enthralled, unable to concentrate on anything but this beautiful woman satisfying herself.

There was background noise but it did not seem relevant. “You claim to have had a bad experience with the defendant. Can you elaborate?”

Who cared? The woman in front of me had two fingers up her cunt and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. I was completely unable to concentrate on anything else but watch this woman satisfy herself. My erection was by now so hard that if I had come I would have hit my own chest!

“Well yes, I had a very bad experience with him. I don’t really want to talk about it, it is something that has been giving me nightmares over the past few months but if it can help keeping scumbags like him off the street I will do it. I will testify.”

The woman in front of me seemed close to a climax. I was spellbound. For Gods sake woman, cum and get it over with! Don’t keep me in suspense. She just continued.

I heard all of it but I was unable to concentrate. I just kept watching the masturbating woman in front of me. How on earth could she go on for so long without coming?

There was actually a world outside of the world I was in at that moment. I heard it but I did not pay attention to it. The witness went on, I just didn’t notice, I was preoccupied with the woman in front of me.

“I was at the supermarket a couple of months ago, I was leaning over the fridge with the fresh meat trying to decide what to buy when, all of a sudden, this scumbag grabbed both my tits from behind, and whispered in my ear, “I would like to fuck you, right here.” Obviously, I was shocked.”

Meanwhile, the juror had finally cum and it was time for me to return to the world of reality. What was she so shocked about? I had no idea, but then again, I had not paid attention to her testimony at all.

“And what did you do, dear?”

“I tried to wrestle myself free of him but he had a firm grip of me. It was not until a Gentleman helped me that I managed to escape his vicious grip. When I was finally free I was so shaken that I could hardly stand. The scumbag just disappeared, he did not even have the decency to apologise.”

I desperately wanted to see the woman who was making these accusations against me but the prospect of doubling whatever sentence I was due meant I stayed right where I was.

The second witness came to the stand, and her story was equally imaginative. This time though I was able to concentrate on her testimony throughout.

“I was walking down the street when that scum approached me. It was in the middle of the day and there were lots of people around and yet he had the audacity to touch my behind with one hand and my left breast with the other and say to me out loud, so that everybody could hear him, “I want to fuck you, let’s go to my place.”

“I tried to push him away but he held firm and before I knew it he unzipped my skirt and it fell to the ground. Thank God I was wearing panties that day.” I started screaming and that sent him running away.”

What a load of bullocks! It was all lies from beginning to end. Of course, I had never approached any woman that way, it was completely ridiculous. It was hard to imagine that it could but things were about to get even worse. Soon, the third witness was ready to tell her lies.

“I was sitting at a table in a pub with a girl friend of mine. We were just chatting when he came over to the table and sat down next to me. There were plenty of empty tables, he could have sat just about anywhere but he chose our table. I happened to be wearing a fairly short skirt that day and he touched my thigh, moved his hand up under my skirt very nearly touching my private parts. He started talking about how much he enjoyed women dressed in short skirts and invited both me and my friend home for sex. He told me that he could tell by the length of my skirt that I was a slut begging for sex with him.”

“I was of course disgusted by his approach and tried to make him go away but it was not until a gentleman intervened that I got rid of the bastard. On his way out of the pub he was completely obnoxious and, amongst other things, he called my friend and I whores!”

All six jurors looked at me with disgust. The one, who had previously been masturbating rose and spat at me in the face. Nice to know that I was being tried by an impartial jury!

The fourth witness happened to be the defence attorney! He did not do my case any good that’s for sure.

“I was the gentleman referred to by the third witness. I was too far away to hear what he said to the ladies but you could see from miles away that his attention was unwanted. It didn’t take long to realise that the ladies needed help so I went over to the table and told the defendant to get lost. I can confirm that on his way out he did indeed call the ladies whores. Both started crying after he left and I tried to comfort them but needless to say they were both in a terrible state.”

Thank you, Sir. That is what I call a defence attorney! I had no need to search my memory in order to be certain that I had never ever called a woman a whore, not to mention all the other accusations, which were also total lies.

Judge Juliet seemed cheerful, though. “Thank you for your most interesting testimony, Mr. Defence attorney. Now, do you wish to bring forward any witnesses yourself?”

“No, Your Honour, the only witness I could call would be the defendant himself and I fear that he would only incriminate himself even further.”

“Excellent. Thank you again for not wasting the time of this court. I guess it is time for closing remarks then. Prosecutor?”

I could hear her stilettos approaching me. She grabbed hold of my hair, and pulled my head back. Ouch, that hurt!

“Ladies of the jury, take a good look at this miserable excuse for a human being. You have heard the evidence. This lowlife has made it a hobby to harass women and you will have no choice but to find him guilty.”

“And, Your Honour, I think you have heard enough to sentence him for many years.

My defence attorney stood up and finally at least part of what he said was in my favour. “Ladies of the jury, you will have no choice but to find my client guilty. I have personally witnessed one of his atrocities and he has himself confessed so the question of guilt is not really what this is all about. But take a good look at him. I am sure he is not all bad. To me, he seems like a young man having trouble making relationships with the opposite sex. I know, in the case I witnessed he did become obscene when the ladies failed to be impressed by his advances but I am sure he was just disappointed. Your Honour, please be lenient with him, I feel sure that a few months will teach him proper respect for women.”

Judge Juliet addressed the jury. “Does the jury wish to retire in order to consider a verdict?” The jurors in front of me looked at each other and all of them shook their heads. The juror on the left rose. “No, Your Honour, we do not need to we find the defendant guilty of all charges.”

“Good, that was as expected and I am ever so pleased that the jury also do not wish to waste the time of this court.”

“Now scumbag, kneel in front of me, it is time for you to receive your sentence.”

I crawled over to face the judge on my knees. Not knowing what to expect from her I was so nervous that I almost peed on the floor.

“Your sentence will be in two parts, one of community service and one of punishment.”

“In terms of community service, you will spend a minimum of three years as a slave, serving eight Supreme Ladies, one of which you will get to know as Your Highness the Queen. You will unquestioningly follow her every command. In order to teach you proper respect for women you will be dressed like a woman, you will walk, talk and behave like a woman. And, to complete the picture you will serve men sexually. In addition, you will be held in chastity for the entire duration of your sentence in order to make sure that you do not molest any of the Supreme Ladies.”

“You will not be the only slave that serves the Supreme Ladies, but you will be the only convicted criminal. All other slaves will be people who by themselves realised they were in need of correctional training.”

“On the final day of your sentence the eight Supreme Ladies will convene and decide whether of not you are fit to re-enter society. They can extend your sentence for as long as they like, it is their judgement call, whether or not you should be a freed or not.”

“The punishment part is simple. First thing every morning you will receive either twenty lashes of a whip or twenty strokes with a cane. On top of that, the Supreme Ladies can punish you as much as they like for disobedience.”

Only a moment after the judge had finished everybody, including the jury and the defence attorney, rose and began to applaud. I was the exception, not only did I still have my hands cuffed behind my back, I was also far too busy urinating the floor.

To be continued….      

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