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FEMDOM FARM –
1, THE TRIAL
I knew I was in the shit as
soon as I saw the bitch of a judge. She was one of those haughty “Are you man
enough?” whores, with flashing brown eyes, black hair that fell to her
shoulders in glistening shafts, with a big, red mouth and a stunning “Tit fuck”
type figure.
Oh, and she was black. And I
could tell she didn’t like the look of little old white boy me, with my
unfashionably long blonde hair which almost reached my shoulders, as soon as she
swept into the courtroom and sat down.
The clerk of the court had
called out “Femdom Court, Judge Calista Clitorides presiding, all rise” as the
black-latex-clad judge had sat down with a sneering
glance at me. She was 40, possibly 45, and I could have fucked her given the
right set of circumstances. Now, it was me who was gonna get fucked!
I, being the prisoner, was
already standing, of course. I had a spreader bar which kept my ankles a yard
apart, my wrists were cuffed behind my back – oh, and I was naked. A biting,
gripping, bitch of a cord had been tied around my cock and balls and was
connected tautly to a D-ring in the middle of the bar between my ankles. It
served to make my eight inches of uncut cock stand stiffly to attention.
“Who’s this slut?” asked
Judge Clitorides, in a contemptuous, arrogant tone.
The clerk of the court
glanced at her sheet and announced: “Name’s Rick Dunger, madam, aged 32,
resident of Sadism City. And the charge is unlawfully accessing pornography on
the internet.”
The judge actually snorted.
“Fuck, cunt,” she laughed, towering above me from her bench, “don’t you know in
the state of Femdominia in 2097 that males aren’t allowed to look at
pornography!”
Of course I did, what a fuckin’ stupid question. But, hey, I’m a pervert,
and I enjoy surfing the net for porn, never mind the fact that in Femdominia –
it was called Arizona 90 years back, before women took over complete control of
the US of A – only women were allowed to look at filth on the net.
Oh, by the way, it’s still
the good ol’ USA, only we males sometimes make jokes about it now being the
“United States of Agony”, only it’s not such a fuckin’ joke, right?
“Sorry, Madam Judge,” I
muttered, “it was a sudden aberration, it won’t happen again.”
“Sure it won’t,” the pretty
black bitch grinned down at me, “cos I’m gonna send you away for a little bit
of behaviour modification. Only thing is, for how long, eh, Dunger? Or should that be ‘dungheap’, eh slut?”
It was what I think is
called a rhetorical question, one not requiring a response on my part, and
anyway, even if I’d wanted to, this stunning blonde seated at a long bench in
front of the judge was rising now and addressing the black bird.
“Madam Judge,” she said, “my
name’s Gloria Graunch, and I’m appearing on behalf of the prosecution. And if I
may, I’d like to open right now by saying that this cunt’s claim it was ‘a
sudden aberration’ is a load of horseshit.”
The judge inclined her head,
quizically. “It is?” she said, a cruel smile crossing her admittedly very
pretty face. “Well, in that case I may have to be more severe in my sentencing.
Explain, please, Mizz Graunch.”
The blonde, who I reckon was
about my age, was wearing a catsuit made out of red PVC and it did nothing to
hide the fact that she had a body to die for. Tits, ass, thighs, you name it,
it was all there and all in the correct fuckin’ order!
Ms Graunch certainly did
explain. She started off by telling the judge how I’d fallen for a “sucker
punch” on the net, as it were.
“Three months ago, Madam
Clitorides,” said the prosecutor, “the prisoner accessed a website called ‘Porn
for Men’, which informed people logging onto it that it could subvert the state
government-installed pornography blockers on all computers accessed by males.”
“A sucker punch?” asked the
judge.
“Yes, ma’am,” said the
oh-so-fuckable prosecuting attorney, “you see ‘Porn for Men’ is a state-owned
website that has been designed to see how many males succumb to its lures.
“And that’s also one of the
reasons why this case if being heard in camera – so the secret doesn’t get
out.”
The judge grinned. “And what
did lover boy here do?” she asked the lovely prosecutrix.
“The cunt paid 500
hard-earned dollars to subscribe to the ‘Porn for Men’ facility,” said the
attractive, blue-eyed blonde. And we’ve been monitoring his perverted tastes
ever since.”
The judge grinned, and
although it made her look even prettier, I detected a look of sheer sadism
glinting through. “And he’s been wanking himself off to porn on the net for
three fuckin’ months?” she asked Ms Graunch.
“Correct, madam judge,” said
the blonde bombshell. “He’s been surfing all kinds of disgusting sites, and
thoroughly enjoying himself.”
The judge leaned away from
her bench in the high-backed leather chair.
“Remind me, Mizz Graunch,
what’s the maximum penalty for such an offence?” she asked.
Miss Graunch pulled a large
book of statutes in front of her, then pulled on some
reading glasses. Fuck, take no notice of that old “Men seldom makes passes at
girls who wear glasses” line – she looked absolutely stunning in them, strict,
severe, fuck she looked great!
“The maximum sentence is 10
years in the state prison, but I won’t be seeking that, since he’s a first
offender,” she said, a wicked smile forming on her lips.
“What did you have in mind,
Mizz Graunch?” asked the judge.
“Something like 18 months, would be more appropriate,” said the blonde.
The judge looked at me. “All
right, cunt, before I pass sentence, what sorts of sites did you look at, what
perversions did you prefer? And don’t lie, because I’m sure this extremely able
young lady here has chapter and verse.”
The blonde laughed, and
walked to the bench. “May it please the court,” she said, handing a four sheets
of A4 paper to the black beauty, “this is a log of every website the cunt’s
been perving on.”
The judge looked down the
list, then looked at me, my cock now nowhere near as
hard as it had been when she had walked into the court.
Then she read out some of
the sites I’d been trawling. And she read ‘em out in a tone which sneered
“Pathetic pervert cunt!” at me with every word she spoke.
“Mean Bitches. Goddess of Cruelty. Strip, Slave.
Femdom Library. Orgasm Denial – Stories to Make You Cum and Cum Again. Trample
Me Now. Sit on Me, Smother Me. Teenage Tormentresses?”
I lowered my head, then was brought to my senses by the judge’s snapped
command. “Look at me, you filthy fucker,” she almost screamed.
“You pathetic
little cunt, you and your ‘sudden aberration’, you little fuckshit. You’re disgusting.”
Then she calmed slightly,
and produced a slim riding crop from where it had been sitting on the bench and
started to “Tap, tap, tap” it on the palm of her left hand.
“For accessing pornography
on the internet in violation of the criminal code of conduct for the state of
Femdominia, I hereby sentence you to 18 months prison at Femdom Farm.”
Despite the stories I’d
heard about the cruelties inflicted on us men at the place out in the desert, I
almost whistled a sigh of relief. Then the bitch lowered the boom on me.
“And for lying to the court
and calling it a ‘sudden aberration’ when, in fact, you’d been jerking off to
pornography for almost three fuckin’ months, I’m sentencing you to 12 months’
prison at Femdom Farm. The sentences will be accumulative.”
Then the judge fixed me with
a steely stare. “Know what ‘accumulative’ means, cunt?”
I nodded glumly. “Yes, madam
judge,” I said. “It means the 18 months and the 12 months are added together.”
“So?” asked the judge, in a
voice now dripping with treacle. “How long you gonna be inside for?”
I gulped. “Thirty months,
madam judge,” I said, when I finally had swallowed the
bile in my throat down. I’d heard of Femdom Farm, fuck, every male in
Femdominia had heard of it, and I knew it was no place for poor white boys like,
I can tell you.
But I was brought back to my
senses once more by the judge’s voice.
“And now, all that remains
for me to do now to discharge my solemn duty as a judge of the High Court of Femdominia, is to give you a stroke of this here crop for
each month of your term.
“Mizz Graunch, if you’d like
to accompany me into my chambers, I shall inflict the 30 strokes on this cunt
right now, and I’d like you to be my witness.”
I know it was silly, because
here I was, cuffed, naked, a spreader bar between my legs, and I was going to
get 30 cuts of the crop from the big black judge, and watched by this lovely
blonde bitch. But I couldn’t help it – my cock started to grow!
Inside the judge’s chambers,
I saw a leather-padded sort of saw horse standing in the middle of the room.
When the clerk of the court
had left the room, the judge grinned at me. “OK, cunt, over the horse, while
Mizz Graunch and I have a cup of coffee. I promise I won’t keep you waiting too
long.”
I lowered my upper body onto
the coolness of the leather, and waited while the judge and the prosecutor
chatted away over their coffee.
“Fuck, being a judge
nowadays is so easy, Gloria,” said the judge, seated off behind me in an easy
chair, occasionally stroking my tensed, taut buttocks with the flap of the
crop.
“Ever since they did away
with defense counsel for sex offenders this job’s a piece of piss. Up gets the
prosecutor, reads out the facts, then I sentence ‘em. Shoot, a child could do
it.”
“As long as the child was a
female,” laughed Gloria Graunch.
Then I heard the judge move
behind me, and as she stepped from her chair to her flogging position, I saw
that she was wearing black leather boots, which came to half-way up her
luscious thighs. Fuck, she looked great!
And then the crop swished
and my buttocks became alive as the tough leather cracked across my naked
flesh. Judge Clitorides had obviously done this many times before. And she was
in no hurry.
The crop descended again and
again, but the blows were interspersed between long gaps, so the pain of each
stroke burned itself deep into my backside in a long path of pain before the
cruel judge inflicted the next blow.
Finally, she was done and I
was allowed to stand. I pressed the backs of my cuffed hands against my
blistered, bruised flesh, but Judge Clitorides was having none of it.
“Hands off those buns,
cunt,” she yelled as she saw my trying to massage my crop-caned buttocks.
Then the judge walked in
front of me and looked me directly in the eye.
“And if you think that was
painful, it was like love bites compared to what they’re gonna do to you out at
Femdom Farm,” she smiled, lifting my limp cock and stroking it in remarkably
soft hands.
Despite myself, I couldn’t
stop my cock was getting a rise out of the occasion, and the judge continued
her manual manipulation until the betraying bastard at my crotch was fully
erect.
“Know somethin’, Mizz
Graunch,” smiled the judge, still fixing me with an eye-to-eye stare. “I think
this cunt’s gonna be a model prisoner.
“I might even drive out to
Femdom Farm in a month or two and see how he’s comin’ along!”
Miss Graunch smiled and ran
a cool hand over my blazing buns.
“Great idea, judge,” said
the blonde, taking her turn at stroking my stiffy.
“Mind if I hitch a ride with
you?”
To be continued.
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