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Authors name: Elmer B. Ben (elmerbigben@hotmail.com)
Story title : Yolanda - Part 2
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Yolanda - Part 2 (MMF, exh, reluc)
by Elmer B. Ben (elmerbigben@hotmail.com)
***
The continuation of Yolanda's Story. Betrayed by her
friend Tom Turner she is turned over to the lecherous
prosecutor. She lets herself be taken advantage of
sexually in order to avoid prison. But then even worse,
she is re-arrested on charges by the prosecutor. Now she
must face trial and perhaps prison and even some form of
corporal punishment. This part of the story begins just
after her re-arrest.
***
*** Trial and Prison ***
Yolanda is arraigned before His Majesty's First Court of
Record and enters an innocent plea. She is not
represented by counsel.
His Honor Judge Terwilliger: "The Court accepts your not
guilty plea and will set a date for your trial in due
time."
"Thank you your Honor, for I am truly innocent. I did not
escape from custody. I was ordered released by the High
Prosecutor."
"Is that true Bailiff, where are the release orders for
this woman?"
"The jailor advised they came through unsigned, Sir. I
can have him before the court to testify if need be."
"Hmmmph! I don't like the sound of this. The fact papers
came down, whether or not unsigned must have signified
the Prosecutor's intent to release her. It will be
brought to the attention of The High Supreme Tribunal of
this. Why was a warrant issued?"
Yolanda sees a glimmer of hope. The judge seems a fair
man. She asks, "Does that mean I am acquitted Your
Honor?"
"Unfortunately, no, my dear. This is but an arraignment;
there must be a full trial to determine your guilt or
innocence."
The judge leans over the bench and whispers, "In my
opinion, off the record of course it would seem you have
a good chance for exculpation on this particular charge."
"You will, of course, require counsel and it would be
best if you not be incarcerated in the interim. Do you
wish to name counsel at this time for the Court record?"
"I have no funds to hire a Barrister, Your Honor. Can the
Court appoint one for me?"
"The Court cannot recommend counsel. It must be impartial
in all matters and are you asking for a pro Bono
representative? Surely the court cannot compel a
barrister to defend you. That is entirely up to you to
secure counsel, however you may."
"I... I'm sorry your Honor, I just thought... where I
came from, my country, courts are required to appoint
counsel if a defendant can not afford one."
"Why I never heard of such a thing. However I will accept
a signature bond and set trial for a fortnight from
tomorrow at His Majesty's High Court. You will be
notified of the exact time so make yourself available. If
your whereabouts is unknown you may be subject to re-
arrest. Is that clear?"
*** The Trial ***
Desolate, Yolanda can only hope this nightmare will end
and she will be back in twenty first century suburbia
before the dreaded fortnight has passed. Having lost her
lodging after her first arrest and the arrest of Tom
Turner she gives her present abode as the City Poorhouse
where she is certain she can find a place to stay by
doing odd jobs such as sweeping and mopping the floors,
assisting in the laundry washing the filthy bedclothes
from that facility and, perhaps, emptying and cleaning
the numerous slopjars.
Unbeknownst to her a heretofore-unknown benefactor has
witnessed her ordeal in court. One Lady Jennifer Barstow,
daughter of a Lord of the Royal Parliament and... sister
to an up and coming, though clientless, young barrister,
one Percival Barstow 111, has taken mercy on her.
It is in the poorhouse they meet, these two women. Lady
Jennifer, a kind young woman and defender of the down and
out befriends Yolanda and offers her own home for
Yolanda's residence for the duration of her troubles. It
is through Jennifer's coaxing her brother, Percival,
becomes Yolanda's Counsel before the Court. Despite
Jennifer's good intentions this will again place Yolanda
in a compromising position for Percival does not have the
same generous, charitable nature as his sister.
"I understand my sister has furnished you lodging for the
past week."
"Yes, she has, and for that I am most grateful."
"Board and an addition to your wardrobe as well."
"Yes, and it is my sincere hope to repay her in some
way...when I can."
"I am additionally informed she has practically
volunteered my services for you in matters before the
High Court."
"I would be most grateful for I am unfamiliar with the
ways of the law. I assure you I will find some way to
repay you for your services."
"Pay yes, repay no. I require payment in advance, or
didn't she tell you?"
"We did not speak of payment. I have no funds and the
only employment I have found was at the city poorhouse in
exchange for my keep. Then only for a short while until
your sister...."
"There are other methods of settling an obligation rather
than money. Did my sister mention that?"
"Well, no... I just thought...."
"As a matter of fact I have already taken your case and
acted in your behalf. The prosecutor has been convinced
of the weakness of his case against you for escape from
custody. He has had that charge dismissed."
"Why that is wonderful. I'm so grateful. Does that mean
there will be no trial?"
"Were that the only charge but he has decided to press
the original complaint of harboring a fugitive and
conspiring against His Majesty the King. The sentence you
face could be death by hanging."
"But I thought..."
"I have convinced the Court to have you brought in on a
summons. Until such time as the Court releases you you
are to remain in my...and my sister's of course, custody.
As to payment I should think this a good time to discuss
that."
Yolanda sees the same look of lust in Percival's eyes as
in those of the Prosecutor; she feels, in addition, the
same sense of being trapped as with the Prosecutor. "And
what would you have me do in return for your services."
She emphasizes the in return in her retort.
"I see you remained for a week in the Prosecutor's
personal custody." He shuffles a sheaf of papers,
obviously a report of her former detainment, "And what
did you do to earn your release at that time?"
Yolanda blushes crimson. She learns the prosecutor has a
reputation, one that rubs off on his victims; it has
rubbed off on Yolanda.
"We both know what you did, not precisely what you did
but very near to what occurred. I would have you relate
the adventure to me in detail. Mustn't leave anything
out. I want my money's worth for my efforts which, I
assure you, will save your pretty neck."
In abject humiliation Yolanda will reveal the intimacies
she has been forced to share with the High Prosecutor.
Not before one last demand by Percival, however. He
requires she stand before him naked and relate the
happenings to him.
An hour goes by. Yolanda stands before Percival clad only
in stockings and garters and the high button shoes she
has received as a gift from Jennifer. She has told all
but the most salacious practices the prosecutor has
forced her to participate in. Percival has withdrawn a
sizable male member from his breeches and occasionally
strokes it as she tells him the dirtiest most outrageous
things. Occasionally he has her pause to fondle and kiss
her lewdly.
"You seem to be growing tired standing. I know you have
much more to say. I know there were nastier things the
prosecutor required of you than you have told me. To aid
you in your efforts you may sit" He points to a small low
table on which he places a pillow. "Sit here with your
legs spread and your knees high. Place your hands palm up
on the tops of your thighs. Draw your feet under you a
bit. Ah, that's it. Now go on with your story."
Exposed before him in the most indecent manner, showing
her submission by this vulgar pose Yolanda is nonetheless
excited by the thought this spectacle must present to
him. Unshielded from his leer and the frank inspection of
her charms she continues with her version of the week
with the Prosecutor. Percival continues to masturbate.
She is not surprised that near the end of her
dissertation he suddenly alights from his chair and
kneels before her open thighs. She is ordered to go on
with her story as Percival practices cunnilingus upon
her.
Some few minutes later Percival picks her up and throws
her bodily on the floor and mounts her. It is there she
has her third orgasm. Later in Percival's bedroom she
will be caused to have three more. For the next week she
remains Percival's personal sex toy. It will be worth it
all to be exonerated in Court, she believes. But where
has Jennifer gone?
The trial seems hopeless for her. Percival must face the
odious and experienced Prosecutor, a man of little
character but much power. There are no character
witnesses to testify in Yolanda's behalf, only Jennifer.
Her brother will not let her take the stand though. He
does not want the family's name sullied by her being
associated with such as Yolanda. Jennifer protests but to
no avail. Her brother will have the last word on this
matter.
The most damning evidence is her relationship with Tom
Turner, a known and confessed enemy of the king. He will
be brought to testify for the prosecution. It is in his
best interests, in order to save himself from hanging, no
less, to present good evidence for the state. Percival,
on whose shoulders Yolanda's hopes rest believes his best
interests lie in not offending so high a personage as the
Royal Prosecutor. This writer wishes to spare the reader
the details of the pitifully weak case Percival presents.
Yolanda sees, for the last time!
Tom Turner, as he enters the courtroom much bent over (a
result of his treatment in the Prosecutor's dungeon)
walking with the aid of a stout stick.
It is Tom's testimony that seals Yolanda's fate. Once
again as he passes her upon leaving he whispers, "I'm
Sorry Yolanda, I had to do it."
Yolanda is sentenced immediately. She stands alone at the
dock awaiting the Judge's decision. Percival has vanished
into the crowd. It is Jennifer who comes forward to stand
beside her. The Judge raps his gavel on the polished oak
of his desk and calls for order in the courtroom.
The prison is as one would imagine it to be, gray and
foreboding, isolated on a bleak island well offshore, the
European Alcatraz of its day. Here Yolanda is brought in
chains alone now and bereft of her only true friend. It
is not to be a long stay she knows, only a month or two
before her sentence is carried out. One fine day at the
pleasure and convenience of the Warden she is to be led
naked to the massive whipping post in the center of the
prison courtyard and there to receive no less than thirty
stripes. Thereafter her fate is uncertain.
Naked she is subjected to the mandatory examination by
the prison physician, a man who takes great delight in
this particular duty. The rough examination includes a
thorough exploration of Yolanda's bodily orifices as one
would expect. Afterward she is bathed in cold water and
scrubbed down with a harsh soap and stiff bristled brush.
She is given a simple gray shift to wear and a cheap pair
of open sandals. She is led down the gloomy hallway to
her small, bare cell lit only by a small skylight. This
will be her home for the next two months while she awaits
the whip.
To Be Continued: Yolanda's Punishment and the Conclusion
of Her Story...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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