Back in The Sleepover, I had the girls play a game known as “TUG Court,” which was a total mockery of a courtroom and real justice and was comically conducted to conclude if a girl had or had not committed some sort of TUG-related “crime” against one or more of her friends. I realized that the concept deserved its own feature length story, and that’s what this is.
Hannah Larsson is on trial, accused of having tied her friends and then tortured them as well, all without consent. She demands a trial before the TUG Court, where she believes she can prove her innocence. The girls of the Cool Girls’ Club serve as the judge, the lawyers, the jury, and even the executioner, if necessary. Is Hannah really innocent, or is there more to this story than she and her accusers are willing to divulge? This is no ordinary courtroom: crazy antics will take place, and the gag orders might be taken quite literally.
I am seeking input from you the readers: what kinds of elements might make a “TUG Court” more fun for you as a reader and for the participants as well? Keep it clean; this is a “Story for Everyone.” I’d love to have some ideas thrown around so that this story will entertain as many as possible.
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What a fun idea -- I wonder if the "gag order" could simply mean that everyone in the room is gagged except for the judge and the person who is supposed to be talking. And maybe witnesses are tied to the stand as they testify? Good luck with this!
TapeTurtle wrote: ↑2 weeks ago
What a fun idea -- I wonder if the "gag order" could simply mean that everyone in the room is gagged except for the judge and the person who is supposed to be talking. And maybe witnesses are tied to the stand as they testify? Good luck with this!
Agreed! A fine idea! Looking forward when it will come to pass! My compliments!
Liking the idea and looking forward to not only what you produce but also what suggestions you relieve.
And yet if I may be so bold how about you consider the concept of not just discussing the events that have been alleged, but also have demonstrations and live action. Possibly have the defendant restrained and gagged when in court and even when held in the cells etc. you could even have her straitjacketed and muzzled
There could be penalties for the lawyers like if one get held in contempt they could be bound and gagged and unable to help their client. Also blindfolds could be used to prevent people from seeing evidence and identifying it or someone. Earplugs could be used the same way. I love the court idea!!
I am still soliciting ideas for a while yet. Bring them on!
TapeTurtle wrote: ↑2 weeks ago
What a fun idea -- I wonder if the "gag order" could simply mean that everyone in the room is gagged except for the judge and the person who is supposed to be talking. And maybe witnesses are tied to the stand as they testify? Good luck with this!
"Gag order" is something I had in mind. Witnesses being tied will definitely be put to use.
Bandit666 wrote: ↑2 weeks ago
And yet if I may be so bold how about you consider the concept of not just discussing the events that have been alleged, but also have demonstrations and live action. Possibly have the defendant restrained and gagged when in court and even when held in the cells etc. you could even have her straitjacketed and muzzled
Both of these ideas appeared in The Sleepover, and yes I hope to explore them more fully here.
hafnermg wrote: ↑1 week ago
There could be penalties for the lawyers like if one get held in contempt they could be bound and gagged and unable to help their client. Also blindfolds could be used to prevent people from seeing evidence and identifying it or someone. Earplugs could be used the same way. I love the court idea!!
Some good ideas here!
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“Please stand!” the bailiff declares, “Presenting the Honorable Judge Nichole Blakely!”
“Do we have to stand?” asks a voice.
“Yes! Now do it!” hisses another.
“She’s as honorable as any other petty hood Gangsta Queen!” a third cheekily declares.
“Oh, would you all shut up?” the bailiff responds.
“Shut up yourself first!” that second voice responds.
I cannot see what is taking place. I’m awaiting my turn to enter the room, and apparently this court goes in backwards order with the judge appearing before the defendant. I thought I was in an American court, but it’s apparently 1600s England here. This is so much less awkward than when I was arrested and tried for being the 16 year-old high school junior who was the girlfriend of the top pot distributor in the county. Oh, yeah, I sold a lot more than pot, but I only had pot on me when I got caught. I did a lot of bad things before I took control of my life one year ago.
“Bring forth the accused!” Judge Blakely declares, “Bailiff!”
“Get up,” Bailiff Sjaastad declares and opens the door, “Move out.”
“Mmmmmm!” I protest her treatment.
“Hop then!’” the bailiff's patience wears thin.
“Mmmm hyin!” I groan into my gag some more, “Hel- he!”
“Figure it out yourself!” the bailiff is enjoying this show with a grin on her face.
I have black sweatpants, a lavender long-sleeve pocket t-shirt, and a black bandana headband. I am trussed up more than a typical prisoner going out for a trial, though. My wrists are cuffed behind me, not in front, and the chain attaching the handcuffs to my torso through the belt loops on the pants is much tighter. White ropes bind my thighs and ankles together, and I am barefoot. This is much more extreme than any of my personal prison experiences. In my mouth is a red ball gag with a black strap, and, in another break from real prison systems, my elbows are cuffed as well!
My holding cell is nowhere as nice as that in juvenile detention. Instead, I’m locked in a closet while I wait, and I squint at the light while doing my hop. What the heck, Bridget Sjaastad? Be nice! I hop out towards the living room where legions of fans await me. The blonde bailiff, who is the same height as me, has platinum blonde hair that is beautiful. She's wearing blue jeans and a black sleeveless t-shirt, and she's the same height as me.
“Bailiff, why is the defendant gagged?” the judge asks in horror.
“She wouldn't stop talking to me, your honor!” the bailiff blushes.
“You're something else,” Nichole Blakely shakes her head, “Ungag her, you psychopath!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Bridget stifles her laughter and obeys.
“Many thanks, your honor,” I say and am given a drink of water.
“And why are her legs tied up like that? She's not going to run away.”
“Would you like to trade jobs part way through the game?” the bailiff becomes agitated.
“Oh, heck, how about we make Hannah trade places with me?” a jury member jeers.
Nichole and Bridget become quiet, and the latter removes my gag but remains firm on the rest. How intimidating is a judge who is wearing pink athletic shorts, a navy blue t-shirt, and a pink kerchief bandana? She's a comical sight, sitting on a recliner with a gavel and a pile of papers. Her wavy brown hair is collected by the bandana and kept out of her face. Her skin is full of freckles though as her Irish name would make you expect. Another girl who's 5’4”.
I’m sitting at a small folding table with my lawyer. She has a stack of papers as well, but I can see that hers are materials to help defend my case. I look up at Michela Palmeri. Michela is tall, tanned, and gorgeous. She is 5’9” and has wavy brown hair that stretches down to her breasts in front since she lets the hair go on either side of her body. She's wearing a blue denim mini-skirt and a coordinating pin-stripe button-up shirt. White pantyhose and white high heels finish this professional’s wardrobe. Oh, by the way, she's my girlfriend, too.
At the dining table sit my accusers and their attorney, Alexandra Watkins. Alexandra is such a precious jewel in the lives of me and my friends. Her face is grave as she flips through her own papers and talks to the accusers about her strategy. She is wearing a red knee skirt, black hose, red heels, and a black three-quarter-sleeve blouse with red roses on it. Her blonde hair is very long, reaching halfway down her back, and her reading glasses have a pretty golden frame.
“Mmmm,” Michela and I exchange a kiss to push the other’s buttons.
“Miss Palmeri! Quit kissing the defendant!” Nichole booms at us.
“Oh, buzz off!” Michela blushes, “She's my partner.”
“I should hold you in contempt of court! Go home to do that!”
“Your honor, if I may suggest,” Alexandra deadpans while continuing to sit and look down at her papers, “Foam core tape on the defendant's lips.”
“Suggestion appreciated and declined.”
I looked out at the jury of my peers. There were so many faces I knew and loved who had taken advantage of spring break to be out here even if they didn't already Minnesota Tech. There were Casey, Cassie, Jenny, Joy, Kendra, Kylie, Luisa, and Zoe. Friends whom I loved and who loved me; this was going to be a memorable day.
My accusers were familiar: Ashley Calland, Emilia Albuquerque, Joyce Verdi, and Mary-Ann Voisin. Ashley, Mary-Ann, and I had shared a pod back in juvenile detention. That's right, we went to prison, and so did Kendra, Kylie, and Michela. All of us were in the same pod. You're under no obligation to respect us, but everyone present respects and loves us.
“Hannah Larsson,” Nichole solemnly proclaims, “You are charged with 4 counts of kidnapping, and 21 of assault, including spanking, fondling, kissing, and hair pulling. How do you plead?”
“Your honor,” I stand up, “I plead not guilty.”
“You understand that as a member of the Cool Girls’ Club you are entitled to a trial in which you are represented by a member of your choice and with a trial of your peers?”
“I do, and I intend to exercise my right. If there is no objection, Miss Palmeri here will serve as my attorney.”
“Miss Watkins, do you object to this decision by the defendant?”
“Oh, no,” Alexandra stands up and smiles at us, “They make a cute couple.”
“Does either attorney object to the choices of jury members?” Nichole asks.
“No objections, your honor,” Michela stands up.
“Miss Watkins, your opening statement.”
“Ladies of the court and jury,” Alexandra takes off her glasses and holds them, “I intend to prove conclusively that Miss Hannah Larsson kidnapped and tortured these four ladies just 6 days ago, on Sunday, March 6, 2016. The four victims, Ashley Calland, Emilia Albuquerque, Joyce Verdi, and Mary-Ann Voisin, contend that the actions of Miss Larsson were unprovoked and had no justification. I am pursuing the highest reasonable penalty for these actions: three hours time spent bound and gagged while being put through as much torture as the victims wish, due to their pain and suffering. This attack is unjustifiable, and the defendant Miss Larsson is a threat to all members of the Cool Girls’ Club. That is all.”
Michela is much more nervous with these opening speeches, and she nervously adjusts her shirt to be as comfortable as possible before she walks out to the floor. Her legs are so perfect thanks to her never breaking her prison exercise routine despite now being a college freshman. I beam with pride while she walks around.
“Ladies of the court and jury,” Michela's voice shakes, “My girlfriend… my client is innocent of the crime she has committed… I mean the crime she's accused of committing. I’m so nervous; I don't know if I should do this for you, babe. These four have raised a false accusation against the defendant. My client neither kidnapped nor tortured anyone. It was a gray area of bondage play known as “consensual non-consensual” in which a person is authorized to surprise the victim and do things within agreed limits. If I am successful, my client seeks retribution, and I will truss the prosecutor in a strangle hogtie. Thank you.”
“Strangle hogtie?” Alexandra puts her glasses on her blouse’s collar and points at herself, “Me?”
“Your honor, is it unreasonable to…,” Michela gets cut off.
“Go suck an egg, you two,” the judge snarls, “Miss Palmeri, mechanically dictating your plans to your opponent is… ill-advised.”
“Strangle hogtie? Me?” Alexandra asks again, “Would this be as kinky as it sounds?”
“Miss Watkins, shut up!” Nichole bangs her gavel, “Can we please proceed?”
“My apologies, your honor,” the prosecutor blushes and sits down.
“Ladies, let me explain the purpose of this court and trial,” Nichole looks around the room, “We are all Cool Girls. We have taken a vow to love and cherish our fellow members, including both the defendant and the accusers, in perpetuity. When a violation of those principles we hold takes place, we consider it an internal matter so long as the law of the land has not been broken. We’re more honest than most churches in that regard in that we do actually prosecute and punish,” she adds with a sly grin knowing nearly all of us in the room are either religious or at least maintain strong religious sympathies, and a lot of girls boo and jeer her, “Notwithstanding, TUG Court is here both to entertain ourselves in but another manifestation of our love and to actually answer the question of whether those principles of love have been violated. Of course, we’ve already apologized, forgiven, and psychologically moved on in every case I’ve seen; rarely have any of us seen a scenario where a real rift occurred between members. Now, I’m not as good of friends with Kendra or Cassie as I am with Jenny or Hannah, but I still love them as my fellow humans and, most importantly, as my fellow Cool Girls. Today’s court has convened to determine if the defendant Hannah Larsson really violated those principles of love and friendship. If she did, we must also determine if she willfully did so or if she merely was ‘in the heat of the moment’ as the saying goes. Or, perhaps, we will conclude that she merely committed the described acts, but if she did so as a “CNC” scenario as described by Miss Palmeri then she did still commit the acts but within the principles of love and friendship. Ladies of the jury, do you understand that your purpose is to hear the testimonies from the witnesses presented in this case, determine the guilt of Miss Larsson, and determine a fitting punishment for her?”
In the back row of the jury, who are still standing at the moment, a hand raises in the back of the jury, and the girl is apparently short because I see her jumping in an attempt to be seen. All that is visible is a flash of brown-blonde hair and a bright blue bandana. I smile knowing who it has to be. I love that 5 foot nothing Napoleon.
“Your honor, if I may, I’ve got a question about this court,” Kendra pushes through the rest.
“You may proceed,” Nichole is quite stately about this.
“Aren’t there conflicts of interest all over the place in this game?”
“Of course, but we try to remain as neutral as possible. It’s more fun when we start letting our favoritism get the best of us. Do you wear your bandanas as tightly as Jenny wears hers?”
“Thanks, Nic’! Um… I never paid attention to Jenny, but I wear it pretty tightly.”
“Your honor or Judge Blakely,” the bailiff is on her period, “You squeezed your brains out!”
“Question!” Luisa asks since she’s a high schooler, “If Hannah did it lovingly is she guilty?”
“It becomes another issue altogether that we’ll address if necessary.”
“If she did it, she did it, and you’ll decide if she gets trussed or gets to truss,” Bridget interjects.
“I think we’ll tie up the bailiff as our piece of the action after this is done,” comes from the jury.
“Eat my dirty socks!” Bridget retorts as crossly as ever.
“Oh, I’ll make you eat mine!” Kendra comes back without any fear.
“Do me a favor,” Nichole smiles sweetly before slamming her gavel, “Sit down and shut up!”
The jury drops fearfully, and I squeeze up tightly against my attorney. I love Michela from the very depths of my heart. Without her love, I wouldn’t be here today, and she wouldn’t be here either without me. Those are very different scenarios, though. No one objects to her wrapping me in a tight hug as long as we’re not kissing. My cuddling is short-lived, though, because the judge then motions for the lawyers to approach her so she may give them their instructions on conduct. It’s in soft whispers with both nodding and giggling while getting their instructions. I sit back and take in the scene.
The court is taking place just off the campus of Minnesota Tech, where I and many of the girls here present are attending college. This is one of the so-called unofficial “sorority houses” of the school bondage sorority, which has an official house but two more that happen to be under lease to members of the sorority. This particular house is rented by, among others, two of my accusers, Cassie and Emilia, and they got clearance from their roommates to do this today.
I squirm in my chair a little and look at the red ball gag sitting on the paper towel, ready to go in my mouth again when necessary. It’s an interesting ball gag with two slots cut into the sides so the ball can be exchanged for another one while using the same strap. I spent about 30 minutes in that closet while waiting for people to get themselves organized after the first step, choosing Bridget as the bailiff, was completed. I indeed had chattered until she asked Cassie for a gag to stop me from talking any longer.
The outfit I am wearing is chosen on purpose. This is the kind of uniform we wore when I was in juvenile detention alongside Michela, Kendra, Kylie, Mary-Ann, and Ashley. It was back in November of 2012 that I was arrested, and what a journey it’s been to get me from there to being in this sorority house in March of 2016. All of my fellow inmates went through a journey, but a lot of us here who didn’t go through juvie also had a journey of their own. The beautiful part is how those events led to us all being the Cool Girls and (for some of us) sorority girls we are now.
Nichole booms, “This court is now in session!” and my trial is underway!
TO BE CONTINUED
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In her natural habitat is:
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
“Your honor, my first witness is Miss Emilia Albuquerque,” Alexandra announces.
“Please take the stand Miss Albuquerque,” Judge Blakely points to the chair.
“OK,” comes back in an Iberian accent, and she picks up the chair, “I planned this days ago.”
“PUT. THE. CHAIR. DOWN,” Nichole tries to be stern with Emilia.
“OK,” Emilia puts it down and sits down, “is that better?”
“Miss Albuquerque, instead of holding you in contempt of court, I can instruct the bailiff to zip tie you to the chair!”
“We’ll tie up the judge, too!” the jury jeers some more.
“I’ll behave now.”
Emilia isn’t exactly dressed for a real courthouse, but jean shorts and a pink t-shirt are fine here in the sorority house. The Spaniard has long, jet black hair that is just long enough to cover her tits when it’s in front of her. Her chocolate brown eyes are full of happiness and life. She’s one of my favorite people thanks to her perpetually positive, but realistic, view of life.
“It is assumed that in CGC spirit the truth will be told here,” Nichole announces.
“Miss Albuquerque, please tell us what transpired on Sunday, March the 6th, of this year, just 6 days ago,” Alexandra starts.
“Well, Miss Watkins, I was with my friends, Mary-Ann Voisin, Joyce Verdi, and Ashley Calland, at another friend’s house with this woman, Hannah Larsson.”
“Can you please point to the defendant?” Alexandra asks her.
“That’s the b-tch right there!” she points right at me and knows she’s being mischievous.
“Don’t call me names!” I snarl right back.
“Bailiff, gag the defendant during testimony of the victims,” the judge declares.
“Please, don’t!” I try to be as annoying as possible before the ball gag comes, “MMMM!”
“That’s much better!” Alexandra smiles brightly, “Now, Miss Albuquerque, continue.”
“No profanity in this court,” Nichole reiterates her stance, “Swear at your own risk.”
I feel a blob of drool already forming on the ball. With my legs so tightly bound and my arms cuffed behind me so savagely, I am quite the prisoner to say the least. I have to sit back and hear what Emilia says about me. Will she tell the truth though?
“So, um…,” she stutters to begin, “Mary-Ann, Joyce, and I were in the basement talking to each other because we thought Hannah, Ashley, and our friends were coming down there for our little get-together. We waited about 10 minutes before I decided to go up the stairs. I opened the door, and there Ashley was hogtied, blindfolded, and gagged on the sofa. She seemed quite upset, so I went over to ask if Hannah had kidnapped her. She nodded. At that point, I looked for Hannah, and I was tackled to the floor by her. I tried to fight her, but she’s a career criminal. She had no problem tying me up just like Ashley.”
“How were you tied up?” Alexandra asks her.
“She tied our wrists, elbows, boobs… um… ankles, knees, and thighs I think. And hogtied. She used a blue ball gag on me, and the red head harness ball gag on Ashley. Then Hannah went to the basement. She came back for me and Ashley, undid the hogties, and led us to the basement. She spanked us to force us to hop and pulled our hair to force us to scoot down the stairs. There in the basement, Joyce and Mary-Ann were also hogtied. Joyce had a blue ball gag; Mary-Ann seemed to have a tape gag. She then spanked each of us, played with our boobs, jerked on my pigtails, and kissed both Joyce and Mary-Ann. Then she left us behind. After 30 minutes, we were untied after our hosts demanded she let us go. We then decided to file a motion with the Cool Girls’ Club.”
“Did she in any way threaten to kill you?”
“Oh, several times. If it was role play, then she was playing alone!”
“GMM!” I stand up and get seated by the bailiff while Michela quietly stands up.
“Your witness, Miss Palmeri,” Alexandra takes her seat.
“Thank you, Miss Watkins. Emilia, I want you to demonstrate how Joyce was tied.”
“Objection your honor!” Alexandra stands right back up.
“Overruled. Cassie, please provide anything Emilia needs for the reenactment.”
“Huh?” I’m shocked this is allowed.
Many whispers go down in the courtroom, but this is TUG Court after all. A reenactment of the bondage described could be of use in a depiction of matters. I didn’t like being unable to speak for myself, but then again a lawyer spoke for me in juvie. You had to take chances in this regard and hope your lawyer was good.
I don’t know why Joyce has been chosen for this demonstration. I’m the kidnapper here, aren't I? Wouldn’t I know best? What is Michela’s thinking behind this decision? I can't exactly talk, so I can't ask her. In fact, I think Bridget is picturing adding a breast harness and waist rope to my restraints.
Joyce is a gorgeous smiling girl with shoulder-length brown-blonde hair and hazel eyes. She's always been the forbidden fruit for so many… Sorry. Ahem. I’m the lucky one. Where am I? Yes, Joyce is wearing a beige denim knee skirt, leather sandals, and a red t-shirt. I think nearly every girl is wishing they're either Emilia or Joyce. Heck, some are wishing they'd switch places with me!
“Why me?” Joyce asks while her wrists are getting crossed and tied behind her back.
“Will this do?” Cassie shows a blue ball gag just like the one in my mouth, “We have plenty.”
“Oh, this one's my favorite!” Emilia takes it, “How about you, Joyce?”
“It sure isn't my favorite right now,” Joyce shakes her head, “Gmph!”
“That's about right!” Emilia grins, “Let's keep doing this!”
“Mmph! Mmmm! Mmph!” Joyce groans for entertainment.
Poor Joyce. She receives a minimal harness with rope above and below her breasts. I watch her groan and drool while her ankles, knees, and thighs are tied in an ordinary manner, and the jury gasps when she is hogtied by Emilia. The unhappy captive now resumes her groaning and struggling. Emilia stands up.
“That's how Joyce was tied up!” Emilia proudly declares, “Poor thing.”
“You poor things indeed! You suffered!” Alexandra tries to sway the jury.
“And how did Hannah torture Joyce?” Michela takes notes.
“A few spanks and a kiss!”
“Please, demonstrate,” Michela motions.
“The spanks went like this,” Emilia spanked Joyce on her bottom thrice, directly.
“Mmm! Grmmmm! Mmm mmm mmmmmmm!” the poor girl squirms.
“Not exactly powerful spanks, were they?” my lawyer continues.
“It's a hogtie after all.”
“No more questions.”
“How about a break?” Nichole asks, “Ashley and Michela made cookies for us!”
Everyone gladly drops the case to go eat a homemade sugar cookie. Unfortunately, I am left behind with the hogtied Joyce, and there is too much of a commotion for us to be heard, although Bridget taunts me about being unable to eat one of them when she sits down with it. Michela doesn't forget me and temporarily removes my gag to feed me one of her delicious homemade goodies. Joyce cannot eat them anyway: diabetes. Some people trip over Joyce while returning to their positions.
“Your honor, I’d like to call… Mmm, delicious,” Alexandra licks her fingers, “Miss Ashley Calland to the stand.”
“Based on the previous testimony, I believe this witness has been compromised,” Michela states clearly.
“How so, Miss Palmeri?” Nichole leans forward while cleaning up some crumbs.
“She was blindfolded throughout the events. I think she should be blindfolded.”
“Miss Palmeri, that is a suggestion perfectly in line with the spirit of this court! Miss Calland, I hereby order you to take your bandana and blindfold yourself before taking the stand.”
“Oh, just do it. It'll be fun,” Alexandra acquiesces, “It is a game after all!”
Ashley sits there in a black knee skirt, a sea green sleeveless t-shirt, and what best is called a blue flower bandana headband as there are many flowers on a field of blue. Like so many other Cool Girls, the Gangsta Kid is a bandana addict, and she frowns while pulling the bandana over her own eyes. She stands up and begins walking to the stand with Bridget’s guidance. She's a tall brunette with hair that just comes down to a couple of inches below her shoulders.
Let me tell you about Ashley Calland because I love her so much. She looks up to me so much and has since we were in juvie together. I’m the sun; Mary-Ann is the moon; and Kendra is the stars in the sky. She loves us and was released into Mary-Ann and Kendra’s protection when she was sprung. There is love, and then there is something so beautiful words cannot describe it.
“Tell us, in your words,” Alexandra puts a heel on Joyce, “What happened.”
“Mmmmmmm!” Joyce protests this.
“Miss Watkins!” Nichole responds, “Remove your heels!”
“Your honor, may I tie one of them to the defendant's face?” the bailiff asks.
“No!” Nichole slams the gavel, “Please, Miss Calland, resume your testimony.”
“I was upstairs alone when the defendant grabbed me to tie me up. She grabbed me and torqued my elbows behind my back and then tied my legs up just like Emilia described. She blindfolded me and put the red head harness ball gag in my mouth and secured it. Then she hogtied me after she spanked me twice. She even tickled my ribs.”
“What happened next?”
“Then Emilia came up! I know her voice. And Hannah tied her up too. She got a big ball gag in her mouth!” Ashley becomes animated and excited with an ever thickening French accent, “She undid my hogtie and spanked us while forcing us to hop to the basement! She even made us scoot down. Then there was a fight to tie up Joyce while Mary-Ann was distracted by something. And then she tied up Mary, too! I could tell Mary got a really big ball gag because she sounded really upset. She probably drooled a lot. Then we all got kissed, spanked, and tit squeezed. There was a big shriek and then a sad groan when Hannah pulled on Mary’s hair.”
“A sad groan? Why sad?” Alexandra asks her, “Maybe because it was nonconsensual?”
“Objection! Leading the witness!” my lawyer jumps up.
“Sustained,” the judge wastes no time, “Continue Miss Watkins.”
The jury listens with great interest. Michela is taking slow, careful notes and is thoughtful with her pen strokes on her legal pad. The black framed glasses make her look very dignified, and I forget that I am in court while admiring her. She is an extremely intelligent girl, and she uses her personal experiences to her advantage when she can.
Michela motions to Cassie, the court assistant, and whispers something. Cassie nods in approval and goes to fulfill the request and returns with the request objects inside a pillowcase. Michela is happy and gives Cassie a pat on the shoulder before the big-titted girl returns to her post. A grin is on the Italian’s face.
“You are certain the blindfold prevented you from seeing anything besides your own bonds, am I correct?” Alexandra asks.
“Correct,” Ashley eagerly nods.
“Your witness, Miss Palmeri.”
“My pleasure. Miss Calland, you said a red ball was on the harness. How are you sure?”
“Our friends only own one of them!” Ashley grins.
“Hannah and I own one. Mary-Ann owns one. How do you know it wasn't one of those? How do you know your friends didn't buy a new one, and that Hannah didn't use this theoretical new head harness ball gag on you?”
“I… never saw it. Even afterwards it was taken away before my blindfold came off.”
Michela kneels on the floor by Joyce. “Mmmm! Mmmm! Gmmmm!” comes from the captive, who had spent the snack break like this as well. Michela silently holds up a ruler next to the gag in her hand. It's 1.5 inches. She unstraps the ball gag and pulls it out of Joyce’s mouth. “Let me go! Nooommphh!” in goes a smaller bright green ball gag just like the previous blue gag. Joyce yells in frustration, “Mmmmm!”
“Is the gag in her mouth bigger or smaller than the original?” Michela asks her.
“Smaller, I think? No bigger!”
“Try that one next!” Alexandra suggests.
“Objection! It's my demonstration!” Michela protests, showing a 2 inch gag with the ruler.
“Overruled. She is free to suggest since she did not harm the demo.”
“Mmmm!” Joyce gets another gag unstrapped, “Nomph! Mmmm!”
“There!” Michela knots the homemade sorority style ball gag.
Poor Joyce has a big, 2 inch gag now. It's bright orange and made of a hollow rubber dog toy and a black bandana pushed through the holes. The bandana is knotted behind Joyce’s head; that drives the gag deep into her mouth. “Mmmmmm!” Joyce immediately drools a lot.
“Is that gag bigger?”
“Ooh, that sounds like a big one! Is that a 2 or 2.5 inch?”
“One last demo,” Michela shows a similarly sized head harness with a 2 inch matte red ball, the one we own.
“Michela! Stopmmmphh! Mmmmm!” Joyce spits it out for a moment, “Nommphh!”
“Stop it!” Michela pretends to struggle and sits on Joyce, “Get in there!”
“Mmmmm!” Joyce thrashes to avoid the gag, but Michela wins.
“That's got to be a really bad boy for you to struggle that much!” Ashley smiles.
“I think this proves that the witness cannot judge the size of a gag by ear.”
“Ohhh…,” Alexandra grimaces.
“Ashley, is it not true that you are an orphan?” Michela asks her and fixes her clothes.
“It's true. My parents died when I was 11.”
“Objection!” Alexandra jumps up again, “Irrelevant, illogical, and immaterial.”
“Sustained! Even in leading questions, that much is irrelevant. Stick to facts that make a point.”
“I will make my questions relevant in a more logical manner then. Isn’t Hannah such a maternal figure to you that you even asked her permission to get your belly button pierced despite living with Mary-Ann and Kendra?”
“Yes,” Ashley blushes.
“Don't you sometimes call her ‘Mom’ and cuddle with her and ask her to tie you up?”
“Yes, I do, with pride!” Ashley, even in court, can't put aside her love!
“Then it's reasonable that if Hannah said she was tying you up then you would let her do so. Is it not true that in January at the TUG Olympics you squared off against her in one of the rounds and won the round in under 50 seconds, including the tying?”
“Ummmm,” Ashley grimaces at that question.
“Answer the question,” Nichole orders her.
“Yes, it's true.”
“No further questions,” Michela walks away.
“Oh, let's see,” Ashley pushes up the blindfold, “Nice gag, Joyce!”
“Mmmmm!”
“You're pretty,” Michela says while Ashley fixes her bandana.
“Thank you,” Ashley smiles and blushes once again.
“Miss Palmeri, please keep your chronic horniness out of the courtroom!” Nichole booms.
“Mmmmm! Mmm mah hirl!” I yell at her too.
“My apologies,” Michela sits down and takes more notes.
Michela whispers in my ear all the inconsistencies in the two stories that she’s noted so far. She explains how it all only makes sense if there is something afoot, whether a pact among them to frame me or to withhold facts that make it appear I did something wrong when I hadn't. She says there are more ideas in her mind, but that is what she has for certain at the moment. How could Mary-Ann and Joyce be hogtied when the other two arrived in one story and get hogtied after in the other?
I know the truth; I lived it out after all.
TO BE CONTINUED
If you were a juror, would you consider Ashley's testimony to be a minor blow, a large blow, or of no legitimate concern to Alexandra’s case against Hannah?
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TapeTurtle wrote: ↑2 weeks ago
What a fun idea -- I wonder if the "gag order" could simply mean that everyone in the room is gagged except for the judge and the person who is supposed to be talking. And maybe witnesses are tied to the stand as they testify? Good luck with this!
I was going to make a joke about that myself, so I'll have to settle for...erm, 'binding arbitration' instead
Love this! I'd consider it to be a large blow, I picked up on the inconsistencies in the story and it would make me doubt testimony from her and others as well.
