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Archive name: yolanda2.txt (MMF, exh, reluc)
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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