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The Trial
by Art S Healing (address withheld)

***

In this alternate dimension (apparently STD-free), men 
brazenly have cornered the market when it comes to 
dominance and injustice. But when it comes to the 
humiliation of rape and the victim somehow feeling 
guilty instead of the rapist, could it be that our two 
dimensions really aren't that different. Why do the 
victims often feel guilty in our world instead of the 
perpetrators? Who really gets put on trial? (M+/f, ped, 
d/s, nc, rp, gb, inc, v, ws, huml, voy, beast)


***

Author's Note: This story is art. That is a form of safe 
expression. It helps victims of sexual assault like me 
articulate themselves, and maybe they give potential 
perpetrators an outlet as well, keeping our streets a 
bit safer. PLEASE NEVER act on dangerous impulses and 
destroy a life through rape. These traumas never fully 
go away. They are like ghosts, and even when they are 
resting, they are always hovering around you. Please 
never make trials of life seem like the following story. 
I rest my case.

***

The Trial:


"Your Honor, I call Trisha Parker to the stand."

After some hushed murmuring from the courtroom observers 
and an expected obnoxious thwacking of the judge's 
gavel, things quieted rather quickly. They had already 
been warned once to keep order or the courtroom would be 
cleared. Flash photography would be allowed as this was 
a high profile case, but only when a journalist raised 
his or her arm at appropriate and reasonable times and 
the judge confirmed it with a nod. Of course the length 
of time in which one would have to take picture was 
always at the judges' discretion. 

Ever since they banned girls from wearing pants or 
anything longer than a miniskirt, Trisha had a hard time 
picking out what she would wear, feeling that everything 
here, in this courtroom, made her look slutty. As she 
moved to the sitting destination, she felt the short, 
one-piece red dress flow around her upper thighs, 
promising to show off her vale-thin pink panties if she 
so much as raised her arms. As Trisha finished the long, 
embarrassing walk to the witness stand, she hoped no one 
would take her picture. Like an ironic laugh from the 
universe, just as she thought that she saw a nod from 
the judge. 

She knew without looking that the hands of many 
reporters had flung into the air when she first began 
the long journey. Both the prosecuting and the defending 
attorney straightened their ties and suits just before a 
strobe light of flashes distracted the young girl. Flash 
after flash lit up the room.

Trisha quietly took her seat and was sworn in. The 
flashes obediently stopped as the judge gave the signal- 
a journalist being here was a privilege, not a right 
since whole case revolved around the sexual assaulted 
minor. It was only right that they went easy on her. 

Trisha tried to hide her shame as she sat, yet before 
the questions had even begun, she could feel the cold 
sweats of embarrassment as the prosecutor cleared his 
throat and made his position clear.

"Your Honor; permission to treat the witness as 
hostile."

"Granted."

"Please state your name for the record."

"Trisha Parker."

"And what is your age?"

"Fourteen. I turned fourteen last month."

"And you are a slutty whore...?"

"Your honor," interrupted the Defense Attorney, "Isn't 
that a bit uncalled for?"

"Well, I'm just trying to be honest, Your Honor. This 
girl is a walking fuck-hole, and aren't we here to get 
to the truth?"

"I'm going to allow it- overruled. You may answer the 
question."

"N-no..."

"N-no..." mocked the prosecution. "Can we try it again 
without the retarded stammer? You sound like an idiot."

Trisha took a calming breath. "No," she said flatly. 

"No what?"

"No I'm not a... a slutty whore."

"No? No? How many times have you been fucked by your 
very own daddy?"

"I don't know."

"Is it more than a hundred?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"Trisha, haven't you been getting fucked by him since 
you were eight- and you were doing things to each other 
even before that?"

"Yes."

"It's strange that you never complained before now. 
Since then, haven't you and your daddy fucked more than 
twice a week? Three times? Four times a week? Even every 
day and night?"

"Yes?"

"Then it must be more than a hundred times. Right?"

"I guess."

"So you lied when you said you didn't know if it was 
over a hundred times. Or did you lose track?"

Trisha swallowed deeply. "I wasn't lying. I just lost 
track."

"Well if I was being RAPED by my father, I would 
certainly keep track. Trisha, how many orgasms did your 
daddy give to you over all those year you were fucking 
him?"

"I don't know." Trisha suddenly remembered the 
aggressive embarrassment she had just endured when last 
she answered that she didn't know. She tried something 
different, "-a lot."

"'-A lot'," he waved his hand in the air aimlessly until 
fell back down straight at the girl. "A lot of times 
that your horny little teenage pussy got off from riding 
your daddy's cock, you say? In your initial police 
report you never make a single complaint about having 
orgasms, did you? So it's safe to say that those gifts 
of orgasms that your daddy has given you throughout the 
years, you greatly enjoyed. I have six wives and when 
they seduce me and I give them a good cum, none of them 
ever complains either. Orgasms sure feel good, don't 
they?" He lowered his voice and dramatically faced the 
jury box, pacing victoriously- almost as if he was 
directing his next statement more at the jury than at 
her. "You like to feel good, don't you Trisha."

Trisha responded only with a sniffle and a single 
ignored tear which strolled down her face. She was told 
to expect this, but it still took everything she had not 
to explode into tears. She was beginning to wish she had 
just continued to endure the rapes. However, if she 
could prove she had been getting raped, her father might 
get fined and even go to jail for a day or two. This 
might make him think twice next time and start going 
easy on her. However, this young girl wasn't going to 
get the best of the prosecution. 

No, he was going to do everything they could to make her 
look like a slutty seductress who wanted it all of the 
time. This would not be considered rape and he would 
therefore he would not be found guilty. It wouldn't be 
long before a bill passed which outlawed a female saying 
no to a man (and no one doubted that it would easily 
pass) so this was her one and only chance to get him in 
some kind of trouble for what she had endured from him 
over the years. She brought charges against him and in 
returned, her father counter filed charges of being 
seduced by his daughter- not the other way around. Now 
she was on trial.

"You don't know how many times you've cum from your 
daddy's prick, finger or tongue because you've fucked 
him so many times that you couldn't possibly keep track. 
Isn't that true?"

"I don't..."

Verbally swinging like a boxer who had his opponent 
pinned against the ropes, the prosecutor raised his 
voice, "Yes or no; do you know how many times you've 
been fucked by your daddy or the years? Remember that 
you are under oath." 

Trisha felt flushed over with humiliation even though 
she had expected this. "No. I don't know." She saw the 
hands of many journalists raise upwards, hoping for a 
shot of her priceless burgundy face. These are the kind 
of images that make or break reporters. The judge nodded 
and cameras snapped their flashing eyes straight upon 
her. She looked down, even knowing that would only 
enhance the discomfited look she possessed and therefore 
the value of the pictures. Her withdrawn eyes began to 
feel hot, puffy and welt up with moister as she waited. 
The judge finally motioned for them to stop. 

"Trisha. What age did you start getting your sexy little 
titties?" he reached over and squeezed one, causing 
Trisha to jump.

"I don't know... I guess when I was about eleven or 
twelve."

"Did you say 'eleven or twelve'? Don't you think that's 
bit young to get tits? Are they nice tits?"

The girl shrugged, "I guess it's a matter of opinion," 
Trisha muddled out. 

"Well how about you let us judge for ourselves? Let's 
see them"

"Objection, Your Honor," said the defense lawyer. 

The judge looked thoughtful, but only for a brief 
moment. "It's very important to determine how sexy she 
is if the Prosecutor has a fair chance at making his 
case; overruled.

"But Your Honor," pleaded the Defender, "her tits are 
that of a fourteen year old and we have no proof as to 
what they looked like back at eleven or twelve- sexy or 
not."

"Well what are the chances that they aren't sexy," 
rebutted the prosecutor. "I mean they ARE young titties- 
I just should have the right to prove it. I bet they 
give all of the heterosexual men in the courtroom big 
boners if they get to see them. And my client has been 
accused of fucking her as recently as in the bathroom 
during the last recess, so her tits are still relevant 
since they would still turn him on." -Mumbles in the 
court. "That's right. This little whore waited for the 
rest of us to leave and she actually had the gall to 
fuck her own daddy right here in this respected place. 
That's why the Defender didn't bring it up. He knew it'd 
show her as the true whore she is. I'm telling you, You 
Honor and gentlemen of the jury, she is a slut that 
taunts you into fucking her and I'll prove it today."

"Is that true," asked the judge. "Did you fuck your 
daddy a few minutes back- during the lunch recess?" 
Trisha nodded shamefully and mumbles followed the judge 
answering the peas of the reporters, who with the 
judge's permission snapped picture after picture over 
the next few minutes. "Tell us what happened," continued 
the judge.

"Everyone left me so they could go and eat lunch and I 
went to the bathroom. I don't have enough money for food 
anyway. So I was about to go into one of the stalls to 
pee when my father came in and..."

"Your Honor; at this time I would like to request that 
this... WITNESS uses more appropriate language. Calling 
him her 'father' is alienating to him. She should refer 
to him as 'daddy'."

"I think he's right, young lady," replied the judge. 
"Watch your mouth."

"I'm sorry, Your Honor. My daddy came in and told me to 
take off my clothes. I told him no and that I would 
scream, and he took out a knife."

"A knife? Sir," the judge looked at the defendant, "is 
this true? Do you have a knife?"

"Yes, You Honor, but I never threatened her with it. I 
just use it to scrape the mud of my shoes, should any 
get on there."

"Let's see it."

The eight inch hunting knife was drawn out from his 
jacket-clad sheath. It was large and shiny, twinkling 
out a starlet shine under the bright lights of the 
court.

"Mister Parker," scolded the judge, "you know that 
you're not supposed to have a weapon in court with you."

"Sorry, You Honor, I forgot."
 
"It's okay, son. Just put that thing away until you 
leave. It is a good knife. Anyway, so what happened 
next, whore? I mean, Trisha?" said the judge.

"He put the knife to my throat- my attorney said I still 
have a red mark from it."

"Objection, Your Honor. That red mark could have been 
caused by all sorts of things."

"Sustained; the jury will disregard the remarks 
concerning the mark on her throat. Go on, Trisha."

"...And told me he was going to fuck me with it if I 
didn't get naked. I took off my dress and he spun me 
around, bent me over so my face was just above the 
toilet and stuck his thing in me."

"Oh Your Honor! This is uncalled for! 'A thing'? She 
could really hurt her daddy's feelings calling his cock 
a 'thing'."

"That's true, young lady. I already warned you about 
your language. If you continue to be so hurtful then 
I'll just find you in contempt of court."

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to call it a thing. I 
meant to say his cock." Trisha looked at the jury, who 
was looking at her father with sympathy in their eyes. 
She had to watch what she said.

"Well, don't apologize to me, little lady. Your daddy is 
sitting right over there- feeling hurt."

Trisha let out a controlled sigh and looked at her 
smirking father, "I'm sorry, daddy."

"So then what happened?" asked the judge. 

"Well, he stuck his cock in my pussy, but it was kind of 
dry. He had to pound it really hard until I got wetter. 
Then he fucked me until he shot off."

"See, gentlemen of the jury," blurted the prosecutor. 
"She admits to getting wetter. I told you she's a whore. 
A slut always wants cock, and she's fixated on her 
daddy. How could anyone blame this man for following his 
natural instincts?"

The Public Defender stood, "I still don't see what this 
has to do with us seeing her tits."

"Well let's find out," said the judge matter-of-factly, 
"get up and move in front of the witness box, then take 
off your dress."

Hesitantly, Trisha obeyed, but not before she started 
crying much more than the sporadic trickles she had been 
draining thus far. "Shed your tears of guilt and snivel 
all you want, little girl," said the Prosecutor. "It 
only shows how badly you feel for making your innocent 
daddy go through all of this- how selfish of you. How 
can you embarrass him this way?" 

She stood where she was told and grabbed the bottom hem, 
lifting it up and over her shoulders and then let it 
swing freely at her side. Since anyone wearing bras 
under the age of 35 was illegal, nothing else protected 
her tiny, perky A-cup tits from all eyes in court. Now 
she stood in only her thin, red panties. The judge gave 
his approval and countless photos were again taken. She 
found herself hunching over shamefully until the 
prosecutor complained and the judge made her stand up 
straight, shoulders back.

"Your Honor, we can't really understand what it would be 
like to try and resist this succubus until we see her 
pussy."

"True. Take it all off. Right now, young lady."

Trisha's tears rolled and her entire body was blotchy 
red- fueled with humiliation as she slowly removed the 
last item of clothing. Cameras were still flashing as 
she stood, naked. 

"See how her little pussy has no hair, everyone. The 
sure sign of a whore."

"My daddy makes me shave it all..."

 "Don't speak out of turn," declared the judge, cutting 
the girl off cold.

"What a rude slut," said the Prosecutor. "She has a bad 
attitude too. It must have been really tough to deal 
with her over the years judging from what we see here 
today- my sympathies towards my client. Now let's see 
how your cock-magnet that you use looks when you bend 
over. Turn around with your tight little ass facing the 
jury, bend over and hold your knees. Show them what 
you've been enticing your poor daddy with over the 
years."

After a commanding motion from the judge, she did as she 
was told. "Spread your legs wider," the Prosecutor 
demanded. After she obeyed, he had her hold her ass 
cheeks apart, showing her two tiny holes to the entire 
jury. Her tears now plopped on the floor as she fought 
to hold them back, but it only got worse when she was 
made to aim her face to the reporters and photographers 
for a long snapshot session. Then the prosecutor 
sidestepped her, allowing her backside to still be in 
full view, and he rubbed his palm over her dry pussy. "I 
bet you like this, don't you?"

But the young girl could not answer. She was too busy 
holding back hysterics. This was worse than the rapes 
she had endured from her father over the years, and if 
she could go back in time, she would take back turning 
him in. After she did it, they didn't even take her out 
of the home. Instead they called her father to come and 
pick her up- telling him what she had reported. 

The police said that they would have to file charges 
until the unfair rape laws finally changed so that a man 
was no longer responsible for being forced to want a 
female and taking her without her permission. As long as 
she wasn't too noticeably bruised up, they hinted, it 
would be okay. 

That night her dad was furious and every day and night 
that followed, he raped her in every way he could 
imagine, especially that first night where he mostly 
raped her in her tight asshole all night long without 
lubrication, except for her own blood. Trisha thought 
that she would die of pain before the morning came.

The prosecutor licked his finger and shoved it deep 
inside of her now that her cunny had involuntarily 
moistened from his rubbing. "See, she's so wet my finger 
just slipped right in. Now, does this seem like a rape 
victim to you?" he asked. "I even have a boner, thanks 
to this whore. How about the rest of you? You Honor, at 
this time I would ask that all of the men of the jury 
show us their cocks so we can see how just the sight of 
this slut brings unwanted arousal."

The judge agreed and the men shamelessly stood and 
pulled out their equipment. All but three of the all 
male jury had hard-ons, however those three did have 
chubbies. The prosecutor had remarked how some men were 
more difficult to get aroused then others, but if she 
was slurping on their dicks, they would get hard quick, 
proving what a slut she is. That would display what her 
daddy had been trying to resist over the years. Again, 
the judge agreed. The three men came forwards with their 
cocks hanging out. Beaten down by illogical repetition, 
Trisha dropped to her knees and began to mindlessly suck 
them off- switching from one to another. In seconds the 
men had full fledge, ragging boners.

"See? See how the whore got them hard in no time at all. 
Now I ask you, how could her poor daddy be expected to 
resist this slutty temptress?" When Trisha stopped, the 
judge spoke angrily. "Hey- that's rude. Don't just leave 
them horny." She continued and everyone watched until 
all three men had shot off on her face and bare chest. 
Photos were taken and Trisha had never felt lower. Her 
head tilted down as flashes captured the shameful moment 
for all time.

"Your Honor," said the prosecutor, "I'd like permission 
to fuck this whore. I cannot be expected to concentrate 
with a hard on of this magnitude."

"Permission granted."

After only unzipping his fly, the prosecutor stepped 
behind Trisha, and yanked her in place by the hair until 
she was bent over again with her legs spread twice the 
length of her shoulders. He slammed his big dick up in 
Trish's tight twat as camera flashes flickered in the 
air. "Oh fuck, this is one wet slut," the prosecutor 
moaned. "She must really want to get fucked." 

Everyone politely waited for him to finish cumming. 
Luckily it only took a few pumps before he blasted his 
sperm inside of the awaiting girl. "Oh shit. Your Honor, 
may we let the rest of the men on the jury fuck this 
worthless whore? I want them to know how good her little 
fuck-hole is. It's important to my case for them to 
understand how good it is."

"Sounds reasonable," ordered the judge. "And you did ask 
nicely."

Trisha's eyelashes batted in shock as the men lined up 
behind her. This was getting worse and worse. Oh why did 
she ever report it? Why did she ever tell anybody?  

Once the first man was finished using her to get off on, 
he ordered her to open her mouth. He let his boner 
soften a bit before he let loose and began pissing on 
her face and down her throat. 

The judge spoke up, sounding upset. "Catch all of that 
pee, young lady. Drink it all down. I don't want this 
courtroom smelling like piss."

She drank down most of it, and when he stopped another 
man took his place. With his cock only semi-hard, he 
managed to piss out a stream which was also mostly 
caught in the girl's mouth. She drank it down as best 
she could while getting fucked from behind. The 
poundings weren't making it as easy task. Anything that 
spilled to the floor only seemed to anger the judge 
more. 

He called attention to it each time it happened, and 
while Trisha was still being slammed from the rear, the 
judge ordered her to bend all the way down and lick the 
piss up from the courtroom. She widened her legs into 
splits and stretched her top half down to the floor so 
she could continue to allow access to her pussy. Her 
face would occasionally whack against the cold tile 
floor as she lapped up the urine. One man kicked the 
back of her knees so she fell to the floor. Then he 
propped her into doggy style and dropped to his knees to 
fuck her. This helped Trisha lick up the spilled piss 
better since she no longer had to stretch down so far to 
reach it. 

Finally after the last guy of the jury fucked her, this 
time in her asshole, and he returned to his seat, Trisha 
asked if she could put her clothes back on. She was 
completely ignored. For a moment the girl just stood 
there with cum oozing down her legs and drying piss 
beading down her face, neck and chest. She knew better 
than to take it upon herself to just get dressed, so she 
just stood there. Then once ordered, she went back to 
the witness stand nude.    

"Now that you've gotten that good fuck that you needed 
so badly out of the way, Trisha," continued the 
prosecutor, "tell me about the incident that happened a 
week after your twelfth birthday when you first start 
getting those little titties of yours." He grabbed onto 
them again, giving them a good, solid squeeze, leaving 
his hand there until he finished speaking. "This is one 
of the many times you CLAIMED your daddy raped you. You 
had just finished taking a bath to get everything nice 
and clean, you teasingly wrapped yourself in a towel and 
stepped out..." he motioned for the girl to continue 
from there.

"I went into the hall and started to go to my room and 
daddy came up behind me and jerked off the towel."

"'Jerked off' the towel? Do you often use phrases like 
'jerked off' when 'pulled away' or 'yanked' would do 
just as well? Do you think about jerking off guys so 
often that it fills your mind all of the time? I thought 
you claimed you weren't a whore? No wonder your blatant 
innuendoes drove your daddy into wanting to fuck you. 
It's like you put him under a spell!""
 
"No... I..."

"Objection, Your Honor. The prosecutor is badgering the 
whore... I mean the witness." 

"Overruled."

"So what do you say allegedly took place next?" 

"I ran for my room and he walked in behind me."

"Did you close the door?"

"No. He broke it a long time before that."

"If it was a long time before that, than you had plenty 
of time to fix it. Then what are you claiming happened 
next?"

"He called our dog in and made me get down on all 
fours."

"And your dog did what...?"

"R-raped me."

"Did you like it?"

"No!"

"That's funny, because your daddy claims that you came 
several times before the dog finished with you. Isn't 
that true?"

"Yes, but I couldn't help it. I..."

"You couldn't help it because slutty whores like you 
usually can't. You got off on it, didn't you?"

"No."

"No? But you did have orgasms, right?

"Yes, but..."

"Then you did, by the very definition of the words, 'get 
off on it', isn't that right?"

Trisha burst into tears. Only now did she truly accept 
that no matter what she said or did, there would be no 
justice for her. 

"Your Honor, gentlemen of the jury; notice how this 
whore is crying because she feels so guilty. Now, did 
you moan out when you let yourself get fucked by the 
dog, Trisha? Did you whimper?"

"I-I... suppose."

"Oh, you did! Do you also moan and whimper when you 
usual get fucked, Miss Parker? Like by your daddy?"

"I guess so."

"Now do you want to retract you claim that you didn't 
like getting fucked by your dog?"

"I..."

"You can't have it both ways, slut. If you moaned out 
then you must have liked it. I'm sure the jury is just 
as sick and tired of your lies as I, you stupid bitch. I 
rest my case, Your Honor."

"Very well," said the judge. "Nice job, by the way. 
Anyone who votes in favor of this whore is stupid. They 
might even deserve some jail-time too."

"Indeed," replied the prosecutor. 

"You may step down, slut," continued the judge. "But 
don't you dare even touch your clothes," warned the 
judge. "I won't rest until I make it illegal for all 
sluts to wear clothing, so that everyone knows who you 
all are on sight. And for the defense? Call your first 
witness." 

"Your Honor, we have no defense. This little slut has 
given me nothing to work with."

"Then do the gentlemen of the jury need to deliberate, 
or do you have a verdict right now?"

Murmurs of "guilty" drowned the silence around them.

"Very well. Trisha Parker, you are found guilty of 
filing false charges against your daddy, who loves you 
so much. You are therefore to be taken to a farmhouse of 
my selection and raped by at least one animal every day 
and night for a month. And I invite the press to attend. 
We need to make an example of this whore. She's going to 
like living on a farm. She can have all the cock this 
little whore wants there." He turned to Trisha, "Now go 
and tell your daddy you're sorry, you dumb idiotic 
cunt."

As if deep in sleep, Trisha walked over to her daddy and 
apologized, hugging her naked body against his shirt. He 
fondled her bare ass, gripping her cheeks and kneading 
them like dough and spreading them apart far enough to 
show her little asshole to the flashing cameras. The 
girl did as she always did; she endured. 

Then abruptly, without a word, her daddy slammed her of 
the prosecutors table, opened his zipper and shoved his 
cock in her, pounding her without mercy. Trisha just 
raised her legs high and wide and bent them at the 
knees, allowing him better access. At that point, her 
mind just quit. 

Everyone smiled like they had just witness a family 
reunited. "Awww..." said several of the more sensitive 
people still in the courtroom as they listened to the 
sounds of a wet cunt being plunged and the sweet 
smacking sounds of a father's balls slapping up against 
his little girl's ass. Faces smiled warmly and more 
photographs were snapped as this beautiful moment was 
taken in by all.

The judge smiled brighter than anyone else in the 
courtroom. It did his heart good to see such a loving 
father openly bonding with his daughter. It reminded of 
how he was going to visit with his sisters and nieces 
out on his brother's farm soon. It was the same farm in 
which he would be sending this little criminal to be 
punished. "Ah," he thought as he shut his eyes and 
listened to the young Trisha whimpering and panting, 
"It's moments like this that make me happy to work in a 
family court. The benefits can't be beaten." 

After clearing his throat, the judge spoke out loud. "By 
the way, I want to see Trisha alone in my chamber's when 
her daddy is finished playing with her." Then he stood 
up and walked to his chambers, a full nine inch boner 
protruding his judges' robe like a vertical tent. Oh how 
he loved being a man of the law.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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