The G-Man wrote: ↑4 weeks ago
TapeTurtle wrote: ↑1 month 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
No arbitration in this courtroom! Not today anyway...
harveygasson wrote: ↑4 weeks ago
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.
The next witnesses will be... interesting...
tiedinbluetights wrote: ↑4 weeks ago
Love the "court room" setup and that we get to read about the events from different perspectives!
Are they inconsistencies in a true or fabricated story?
Caesar73 wrote: ↑4 weeks ago
The whole Court Room Scenario is brilliant - and funny!
I am trying to be funny!
hafnermg wrote: ↑3 weeks ago
Not just the truth but this whole court is in the CGC spirit!! I love it!!
Indeed it is. That lovable mixture of adulthood, teenagehood, innocence, guilt, maturity, and immaturity!
CHAPTER 03
“I intend to call Miss Mary-Ann Voisin to the stand,” Alexandra bites her lower lip.
“Something wrong, Miss Watkins,” Nichole asks her.
“Your honor, based on the affidavit provided, I believe Miss Voisin is a hostile witness,” the lawyer shows Mary-Ann’s hand scrawled notes.
“What on earth, Miss Watkins?! What is this garbage?!” Nichole takes the paper.
“It's her affidavit, hand written.”
“I don't speak Chinese, Russian, Greek, Georgian, or Sanskrit, nor do I speak this!”
“Is it in French? I am fluent in French,” Ashley stands up.
“No, this is in Hindi or something else,” Alexandra studies the sheet.
“Miss Voisin, can you provide an English language translation of this?”
“What’s that mean?!” Mary-Ann stands up, “No, I won't!”
“As a hostile witness, you will be bound and gagged. That’s all. Bailiff, we will use the witness’s pantyhose to gag her.”
“Splendid idea, your honor!” Alexandra nods in agreement.
Nichole is so solemn and factual and overall disbelieving of this. M.A. holds her jaw wide open in absolute astonishment. Her own attorney has sold her out in this manner. Worse, Alexandra is in fact the loudest of the dozen or more people laughing at this development in the courtroom. The judge is smiling; the jury is guffawing; the bailiff is getting more action than she envisioned. We are all having a good time, even Joyce.
Mary-Ann dressed formally for her courtroom appearance with a knee-length gray woolen skirt and a purple button-up satin blouse. Pantyhose and black heels complete the outfit, and her wild hair is up in a bun. Nothing contains the brown-eyed French brunette’s hair, and her big D cups are waiting to fall out at a moment’s notice. Alas, this court is PG-13 today.
Mary-Ann, a.k.a. Maddy or M.A., talks to Alexandra while Cassie and Bridget eagerly wait for their time to come. The bailiff and her assistant are having the most fun in this courtroom. It’s all set to go down when Nichole stands up just as Maddy finally agrees to sit on the chair. What is this twist now? I watch the show with as much eagerness as anyone else in the room. Nichole cackles and takes the ropes for herself. It’s time for the judge to get some rope action!
“This is ridiculous,” the big French girl, over 3 inches taller than me, grumbles.
“It’s fun!” Michela watches Maddy’s elbows get tied with clothesline, “Be a sport!”
“Go along with it. The ones playing to win are me and Michela,” Alexandra grabs the bun.
“OW! Heyyyy!” Mary-Ann is forced to look up at her attorney, “Be nice!”
“Miss Watkins!” Nichole moves to Mary-Ann’s wrists, “Control your kinky tendencies!”
“She was just readying Mary-Ann for the gag, your honor,” Michela reasons with the judge.
Bridget has removed both the heels and the hose by now. Nichole was chosen for the role of judge since she is the current president of the Cool Girls’ Club. The VP is in the jury, possibly being the one stirring up the crowd. As long as the jury doesn't rip anyone to shreds or kidnap them too soon, I figure I am safe. The bailiff and the judge, however, should avoid using the restroom.
Nichole continues her brutalization of Mary-Ann with a harness that really pushes the D cups out from her chest. The waist rope takes away what little motion remained in her arms. Three ropes each on Mary-Ann’s thighs and lower legs finish her off. M.A. has her pantyhose wrapped thrice around her head as a cleave gag, and a strip of foam core tape finishes the humiliation.
“You may question the hostile witness, Miss Watkins.”
“Michela and I are having all the fun,” Alexandra giggles and looks at her notes.
“Mmmm!” emanates from the carpet.
“Miss Voisin, please tell us in your own words what happened to you and Miss Verdi.”
“Huh?! Mmmmm!” Mary-Ann is quite furious at this.
“Answer the question!”
“Nmph!”
“I need a volunteer from the jury for just a moment,” Nichole declares.
“Ooh, pick me; pick me!” Kendra, that little girl in the bright blue bandana, bounces.
“Spank Miss Voisin into answering the question.”
“Spank Mary? Anytime, anywhere!”
Kendra bounces over to her roommate and still isn't much taller despite M.A. sitting down on the chair. With pleasure in her eyes, love in her heart, and the joy of friendship, Kendra whips M.A. over and begins the beating.
SMACK! SMACK!, she alternates butt cheeks as she does the deed,
SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWWW! NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ay in hoh! Hleeeee!” Mary-Ann begs for undeserved mercy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Mmmmmmm!” she groans while we enjoy the show.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ha!” Joyce gloats at Mary-Ann’s punishment.
“Guhhhhh!” she squirms and struggles against the tight ropes.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“And one to grow on!” Kendra grins, gives Mary-Ann a platonic kiss, and walks away.
“Will you answer the question now?”
“H-ck -ou!”
“I am holding you in contempt of court for swearing! Bailiff, lock her in the cell!”
“NOOOOOO!” the damsel-in-distress starts hopping away, but Alexandra stops her.
“Get out of here you pain in my… my… my tushie!” Alexandra tries hard not to swear, but…
“A$$!” comes from the jury, likely Kendra or Kylie, my former podmates.
Poor Mary-Ann. She should have just answered the question. Instead, she is taken away from the courtroom and brought to the same closet where I was held before and locked away amidst a series of shrill shrieks and crocodile tears. Bridget cackles about Mary-Ann having behaved this way on purpose just to see what would happen, and I am inclined to believe her.
The jury murmurs amongst itself, wondering what this could mean. Why wouldn't Maddy tell us her version of the events? I obviously haven't seen the affidavit, but it apparently said something that was favorable about me. What is going on here? Michela is scratching notes about Maddy and her behavior; she has several theories I see on her pad. I see a squirm in the jury.
Alexandra is sitting with her clients, quietly talking to them and giggling. They're not athletes as my own attorney was once upon a time. Michela is competitive and plays to win although she is always a cheerful player. She kindly rubs my neck while looking down. Ashley is thoroughly pleased to see her former legal guardian as a damsel-in-distress.
“Your honor, I would like to make effective use of the time,” Alexandra stands up, “May I call Miss Joyce Verdi on the carpet?”
“Call her on the carpet? We're here for testimonies and justice, not castigations,” the judge has a thing for big words.
“She's hogtied at the present.”
“Oh, right, our gag test dummy. I don't trust her. Bailiff, un-hogtie Miss Verdi and help her to sit on the chair. You may remove the gag.”
“With pleasure!” Emilia takes the deed away and unbuckles the gag, “You're having all the fun!”
“Yeah! Surreeeeee!” Joyce rolls her eyes, “I was a scout. You could have done better.”
“You were a scout? How does this affect things?” Alexandra asks her while Joyce sits down..
“I know all my friend’s knots uniquely,” she responds with confidence, “Emilia relied upon tight wraps since she has weak knots. I know she broke her hand in a shop accident two falls ago.”
“Interesting. Does this affect the present case at all, Miss Verdi?”
“I plead the fifth. I’m here to testify, not chit-chat.”
A gasp comes out of the jury. Michela stands up with her notes and begins rifling through her own copies of the affidavits, whatever she can read of the hand-written black pen nightmare that is Mary-Ann’s affidavit. Why would Joyce refuse to answer the question? What does she have to say that would either affect the outcome of this case or incriminate herself?
“What happened to you on Sunday, March 6th, then?”
“I was grabbed and hogtied and ball gagged, but not like Emilia said. My kidnapper knew me well evidently. I'm a bit of an escape artist,” Joyce pulls her wrists out from behind the chair, “I can be a nuisance while playing TUGs and bondage games. My friends know me. They love me and know I love an escape challenge,” she works the harness off her body, “My wrists were tied crossed behind my back. It makes things harder for me, and the ropes were tightly cinched, since less wiggle room makes it harder to escape,” she sits up straight and begins untying her legs, “An effective kidnapper makes sure that they cinch everything. When tying that style of harness, they know to tightly cinch it between my arms and my trunk. It reduces the wiggle room,” she tosses a rope with a feminine flourish that I admire, “A good hogtie also needs to be cinched well. The ropes that tied Ashley were so cinched, as were the ropes that bound Mary-Ann. The ropes that bound myself and Emilia cinched in a hurry and not the best and in fact I escaped my bondage that day.”
“What does this have to do with the case then?”
“I plead the fifth,” Joyce repeats her statement, “Sorry.”
“Ummm…,” Alexandra is trying to follow Joyce's reasoning and is squirming.
“We were all ball gagged, Ashley with the head harness. Unfortunately, I was blindfolded with a green bandana before I could study things better.”
“Your honor, this witness is being hostile too!” Alexandra stomps her now bare feet.
“Mmmmm!”
BANG! came from the closet.
“I disagree,” Nichole screws up her face, “Miss Verdi, it is your right not to answer all questions, but it helps us all if you do.”
“All right. I’ll tell you that it has everything to do with this case and nothing at all.”
Everyone seems a bit perturbed by Joyce's course of action. She has a very direct plan of attack. She either doesn't want to help me… or hurt me, but which one is it? She is refusing to lie about something, and Michela is working on her notes in a professional manner. It's turned from a case of CGC law into a mystery case. What kind of mystery is it though? Why do I see flashes in the jury? Someone is moving.
Joyce sits back with a confident but humble smile. She is hyper intelligent, playing against girls who are also hyper intelligent. Michela and Alexandra are so smart that sometimes I cannot tell what they are saying. Joyce is the same way, but none of them vaunt it. Some would say that I am also up there with them, but I get B’s unlike these three. Perhaps such is why I and all of my prison friends struggled when we were inside?
I shake my arms so the cuffs rattle; drool pours off the ball gag. My recreation prison outfit is at least a comfortable choice. The cuffs are nasty, though, after two hours bound like this, and now I feel Emilia and Mary-Ann beating me as they so desire while Joyce tickles my feet and Ashley kisses my cheeks. It's a pleasant doom, but it's doom still.
“Miss Verdi, are you an expert on TUG matters?” Nichole asks her.
“I am an expert on knots; I was a girl scout. I am an amateur bondage model,” Joyce responds.
“An expert of sorts.”
“Thank you, your honor,” Joyce smiles, “I really am not an expert. I’m a dilettante.”
“In plain English,” Nichole directs her.
“An amateur for real. Not a professional like Kendra.”
“But you're observant and notice details.”
“Would you submit to questions concerning your expertise?” Alexandra asks.
“Of course.”
“We will take a break to stretch, sort out Mary-Ann, let Hannah have a break from her bondage, and come back in 10 minutes,” Nichole bangs her gavel.
What was Joyce going to say in her “expert testimony”?
TO BE CONTINUED
What do you think Joyce's “expert testimony” will entail? She’s clearly manipulating the case, but is she trying to tip the results towards Michela or Alexandra?
Do you have any suggestions to add some entertainment along the way?