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Trial for Murdering my Wife
by JSR (storytellerxxx5@gmail.com)
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A woman is brutally raped, disfigured, and murdered, and
her husband is held for trial. (MMF, nc, rp, wife, tor,
v, sn)
***
Two years ago, my wife was brutally murdered, raped and
mutilated. Two black men, called the police, saying that
they had an appointment with my wife, and when they got
to the house, she was dead, and I was very drunk.
The police investigation, was shabby to say the least.
The policemen that arrived at the scene were both black,
and accepted the word of the two that called them as
fact, without doing much investigation. I was arrested,
and taken to jail.
Once I was sober, I tried to tell the investigators what
had happened, but they said that the "witnesses" had
told them all they needed to know. I asked them if they
had looked at the video's of what happened in my
bedroom, and they said there were no cameras in the
room, and I was lying.
The prosecutors, told me the same thing and begged me to
plead guilty to save an expensive trial. I said "NO, I
am innocent."
I have set in jail for the past two years waiting on my
trial, as the Judge said "due to the nature and veracity
of the crime, the defendant will remain in custody until
the trial." The news papers and media, all had decided
that I was guilty, and no criminal lawyer would take my
case. I was appointed an attorney by the court.
My attorney also advised me to plead guilty, and I told
him that I was not guilty, and would not admit to
something I had not done. I then asked the black judge,
if "I can represent myself, with the court appointed
attorney, as an advisory." The judge was not happy with
that, but said I had that right, so that is what
happened.
This is the story of my trial!
Once the jury was selected and empanelled, the black
prosecutor made his opening remarks: He said, "The state
will show that the defendant was the only one who could
have committed this crime. He was in a drunken rage, and
brutally murdered his wife, after raping her and then
mutilating her body. The evidence will show that he was
the only one in the house at the time. The defense will
tell you that someone else did the crime, but they will
not be able to show that there was anyone else there, so
only the defendant could have committed this dastardly
deed."
My opening remarks were: "We will show that not only was
I NOT the only one in the house, besides my wife, but
that procedural errors by both the investigating
officers, and the prosecutors, led to false charges
against me, but let the real criminals go free. We will
show conclusive proof that I did not do this. Not only
that, but we will also expose who the real killers are."
After my opening remarks, the judge said that we would
adjourn until 9am in the morning. The jury was told not
to talk to anyone about the trial, and was dismissed
until morning. I was then escorted back to my cell, to
wait until morning.
My attorney (helper) came to my cell and told me that I
did a dangerous thing by saying that I could expose the
real killer(s). I told him that I really could, and
that I would do as I had said.
At 9am, court reconvened, and the lead prosecutor called
his first witness, which was the black police officer
that I had talked to, that day at my home. He was asked
to tell what happened. He said' "My partner and I
received a call from dispatch, saying to investigate a
call at (my address). When we arrived, two men met us at
the door and said that there had been a murder, and took
us to the master bedroom.
"There we saw the victim lying on the bed, her breasts
had been mutilated, and she had a knife stuck into her
lower stomach area. The defendant was staggering around,
very obviously drunk, with an empty bottle of bourbon
lying on the floor. We called the situation into the
station, and stayed until the detectives arrived."
"Thank you," the prosecutor said, "your witness."
I asked the officer; "Officer, did I give you any
explanation as to what happened?" He answered, "You told
me that two black men had raped and mutilated then
killed your wife, while they had you tied to a chair.
Then you said that they forced the bourbon down your
throat before they released you and left."
I then asked, "Did you check out that statement?"
"No," he said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"You were drunk and lying to keep out of trouble."
"How did you know I was lying? Are you a mind reader?"
"No," he said, "reading your body language told me you
were lying."
"Because I had been forced to drink a quarter of a 5th
of alcohol, isn't it possible that you were seeing the
effects of that, and confused it with lying?"
"No and you were acting in a racist manor, accusing
black people of the crime, just to try to get out of
trouble."
"So," I said, "telling you that two black men killed my
wife makes me a racist? It sounds to me more like you
are the racist. One more question, did I tell you
anything else about what happened?"
"Yes you said that it was all on video, but since there
was no video equipment in the room, I knew you were
lying about that also."
"Did you search the room for video equipment?" I asked.
"There was no need to, as I could see that there was
none in the room." I shook my head and said; "Then you
do not know for sure that there was no video equipment
in the room. No further questions."
The prosecutor asked to approach the bench. Talking to
the judge, he said; "This nonsense about video equipment
is out of line. There is no evidence that the equipment
was ever in the room."
The judge looked at me and said, "Well?"
I said, to the prosecutor, "In my interview with your
office, did I at that time, cold sober, say anything
about the video equipment?"
"Yes," he said, "but no one has seen this mythical
equipment."
"Your honor," I said, "it does exist, and with your
help, I fully intend to produce it at the proper time."
"For now we will allow the questions, but let's not get
to far off track, or I will rule it out of order."
"Thank you, your honor," I said.
The prosecutor called Rufus Stoneburner to the stand.
After he was sworn in, he was asked to describe how he
came to find the body of my wife. His answer was; "My
brother Mohammed and I were outside the mall that day,
about noon. A lady came out of the mall and came over to
us. She said that he had always thought it would be a
thrill to have a big black cock, I mean penis, sorry
your honor.
"She said that she would be home in about an hour and if
we were to come to her house, she would have sex with
us. She then gave us the address, and said to just come
on in and upstairs to the first room and she would be
waiting.
"She also told us we had an hour and a half before her
husband got home, and he hated blacks, so we would have
to be gone before he got home. An hour later, we arrived
at the house and went upstairs. There we saw her on the
bed, dead, and her husband was finishing a bottle of
bourbon. We then went downstairs and called the 911 and
said that there had been a murder. We then waited for
the cops to arrive, told them our story and they let us
leave."
"Did you see anything else?"
"No sir, we saw the knife sticking out of her and knew
that if we stayed her husband would probably kill us
also."
"You said that she asked the two of you over to have sex
with her? Isn't that a little unusual?" the prosecutor
asked. "Not really, white women seem to love the fact
that black men have larger penis's then white men, so
they like to try it out, and then want it all the time."
"You seem to be smiling a lot, why is that?"
"I am glad this white boy is going to fry. I hate it
when black people are accused of crimes that white
people do."
"Thank you, no further questions," the prosecutor said.
"Mr. Stoneburrner, are you sure that you and your
brother did not go to her and tell her she was to get a
visit from the two of you, and that you were going to
rape her?" I asked. He of course denied that they had
approached her, and never said anything about rape. I
replied, "I was sitting in our car not forty feet from
where you approached her." With that, the prosecutor
objected on the grounds that I was testifying. The judge
upheld the objection. "No further questions," I said.
The prosecutor again asked to approach the bench. He
said; "Your honor we can speed this up a little if my
next witness does not testify, he is going to say just
what the last one did." The judge looked at me, and I
said "if it is his brother, I will stipulate that he
will give the same false statements as his brother did."
"That's a pretty harsh statement," the judge said.
"Your honor," I said, "since they are both involved in
this case, they have most assuredly rehearsed their
lies."
The next witness was the Medical Examiner. The
prosecutor asked the judge to clear the courtroom of
spectators, saying that this testimony would be very
graphic, and for the sake of the family, a little
privacy should be kept.
The judge asked me, what I thought, and I said; "My wife
is dead, my children are adults and need to know what
happened to their mother, I have no problem with how
graphic it gets, as long as it is the truth."
The judge ruled that the spectators could stay.
The ME was asked, "How long have you been the ME?"
"10 Years," he answered. The prosecutor then said
describe what you found at the scene." The ME said, "I
found the lady spread-eagle'd on the bed. Both of her
nipples had been severed, and a knife was sticking
through her body just above the pubic area. It came out
just to the back side of her. She had been very brutally
raped at least twice while she was still alive. She very
quickly bled to death.
Later, I found that her larynx was bruised as though a
large cylindrical object had been forced into her mouth.
I also found traces of blood in her mouth, that did not
match hers, nor her husband's. Her wrists and ankles had
indications of rope burns, but no rope was found in the
room or the house."
"You say that her nipples were cut off?"
"Yes and from the way the cuts was made, a strong hand
pulled the nipple away from her body, and sliced through
in one cut. The pain must have been excruciating. It was
the same knife on both breasts, and the same one found
in her body."
"Were there any fingerprints on the knife?" asked the
prosecutor.
"Yes," said the ME. "Was it determined who the finger
prints belonged to?"
"The prints belonged to the defendant," the ME replied.
"What about the semen in her vagina, was it determined
whom it belonged?" asked the prosecutor.
The ME answered, "The mixture of 2 or more persons, but
tests were inconclusive, one may or may not have been
the defendant."
"Thank you Dr., no more questions."
I asked the ME, "Dr. were there any other fingerprints
on the knife?"
"Yes, but they were smudged and could not be
identified."
"Could those other prints have been belonged to someone
else, rather than me?"
"Yes, the smudges were definitively different from
yours."
"Then is it safe to say that the person who used the
knife on my wife, and then forced me to put my prints on
the knife, would be the killer?"
The ME said, "It is possible, but there is no way to
prove that you did not use the knife on her."
"OK Dr. let's go back to the bruise in her throat, is it
possible that a very large penis, rammed into her mouth
could have cause the bruise?" I asked. "It would have
had to be at least 8 inches long and at least 3 inches
in circumference to have made that bruise."
"I assure you Dr. I am not that big. Now if a penis that
large was shoved into her mouth, would her gag reflex
have caused her to bite down on the penis?"
"She would have to have been a wonder woman not to bite
down on it."
"Could that explain the blood in her mouth?"
The ME answered, "Under those conditions, she would not
be able to stop from biting whatever was shoved into her
throat."
"Now Dr. let's look at the cuts that removed her
nipples. You said that a strong person stretched her
breasts as far as possible to make the cut, can you
explain what you meant by that?"
"When the nipple is pulled away from the breast hard
enough, there is a small indentation around the nipple
where it connects to the breast. These cuts were made
through that small indentation all the way around. That
would indicate a very hard pull on the nipple, and an
extreme accuracy with the knife."
"Dr." I said, "do I look like I have the strength
necessary to do that?"
The ME said, "Right now, no, but with adrenalin from an
aroused state, most men could do it, if they had the
accuracy with the knife."
"No more questions" I said.
"The state rests," said the prosecutor.
I spoke up and said, "Your honor, I would like to have a
conference in your chambers, with you, my helper
attorney, and the prosecutor, after we adjourn today.
You have been more than kind in your treatment of me in
this trial. However, this conference is vital to my
defense, which I assume will start tomorrow morning."
The judge looked at the prosecutor, and asked, "do you
have any objections?" The prosecutor said, "Never let it
be said that I did not give a defendant a chance to
clear him/her self. It is all right with me, but there
should be a bailiff of a cop present." I looked at the
judge and said, "that is fine with me."
We all went back to our seats, and the judge said,
"Defense will start at 9 am tomorrow morning, Attorneys,
defendant, and bailiff, I will see you in my chambers in
10 minutes."
In the Judge's chambers, he said, "You asked for this
meeting, so let see what you want. You have the floor."
"Thank you, Your Honor," I said. "Both the police and
the prosecutor, have ridiculed me for making statements
about there being a tape of what happened in that
bedroom. There really is a video of what happened. I
have two hidden cameras in that room. Both of which will
have a recording as to what happened to my wife. I want
this group, to go to my house and that room. There I
will show you the cameras, and then show you the
recording machine.
"The tape is on a 24 hour tape, not looped. I normally
put a new tape on at 10 pm each evening. There is also a
motion sensor that shuts the tape off if the room is
empty. That tape will conclusively show who the real
killers are, and they have been in the courtroom every
day, gloating that they are getting away with murder.
"I am willing to have you surround the house with police
to make sure I do not try to escape. That tape is my
only defense, and without it, I will probably get at the
least, life, but more probably be executed. If you value
justice as I think all of you do, then grant me this. I
promise you will not be sorry."
The judge looked at the prosecutor and said, "What do
you think?"
The prosecutor said, "Tell us just what you think we
will see on the tape, if they exist."
I said, "If that is what it takes. As I said to the
Stoneburner on the stand, I saw the two of them approach
my wife at the mall. When she got into the car she said
that they told her that she was going to either fuck
them of her own will, or they would rape her."
"When we got home, I never thought of locking the door,
as we have not had any trouble in our neighborhood. A
few minutes after we sat down in the living room, the
door opened and the two of them walked in holding a
gun."
"What kind of gun?" the prosecutor asked. "I do not know
much about guns, but it had about a 6 in barrel and
looked like it held about 6 bullets." I answered. "A
revolver?" he asked. "I guess that is what it is
called."
"Anyway, the one called Rufus, told us to get up and go
to the bedroom, while the other one started pushing me
and my wife toward the stairs. Once we got to the door
of the bedroom, the door was pushed open and we were
shoved inside, and the door was shut and locked behind
us. Rufus put the key in his pocket so there was no way
we could escape, out the window is a two story drop."
"The other one moved the one chair in the room to the
door, and took some rope out of his pocket and tied me
to the chair. At the same time, Rufus threw my wife on
the bed and ripped her clothing off. What he could not
rip, he cut with that knife that he had. After he had
her nude, he tied her arms and legs to the bed posts. He
then took a part of my wife's clothing and stuffed it
into my mouth so I could not talk. He took the rest of
her clothing and put it in a sack. They had this well
planned."
"The chair I was tied to was turned so that I had to
watch what they were doing to Sylvia. Both of them took
off all their clothing, and put it in a neat pile, in
such a way as to be able to put it on quickly. Once both
of them were nude, Rufus climbed onto the bed and onto
Sylvia's chest, above her breasts. With a knee on both
sides of her, he took his now hard cock and put it to
her face and demanded a blow job, with a deep throat.
Sylvia shook her head no and he slapped her hard.
"While she was gasping for breath, he shoved it into her
mouth, as far as he could get it into her. She gagged
and her teeth must have bit him. He pulled out and
turned and grabbed one of her nipples and pulled it up
until her back was off the bed. Then he took one swipe
and that nipple was cut off.
"Then he turned back to her mouth and rammed his cock
back into her throat, and again she gagged and bit him.
He yelled 'you fucking white bitch' then he grabbed the
other nipple and again lifter her off the bed with it.
Then he cut the other nipple off. He then climbed off of
her and told his brother to fuck the bitch and make her
cry. By this time Sylvia was in shock. Her face had
turned white.
"The brother kept pounding her pussy until I thought his
dick was going to break her uterus wall, it had to be
well beyond the cervix and into her uterus. After he had
cum twice inside her, he pulled off and dressed. Then
Rufus rammed his cock into her. He had cum in her once
before she realized what was happening.
"She saw his knife laying beside her and picked it up.
He saw her as she started to swing it at him. He grabbed
her arm and turned the knife down. It drove through her
and as it did, he screamed in pain. When he pulled out
of her, he had a slice in his cock where the knife cut
him as it went through her."
"She had passed out from the pain, but was bleeding
badly. I knew then there was no way I could save her. He
put on his clothing and they moved me away from the
door. Rufus went down to the kitchen where he found the
1/4 of a fifth of Jim Beam. While he was forcing it down
my throat, the brother was taking the ropes off of
Sylvia. Once the last of the bourbon was poured into me,
they untied me and put the chair back where it had been.
They then put the ropes in their pockets, so as not to
leave them behind.
"Then they put my hand around the knife to get my prints
on it. It seemed like about 5 minutes later that the
police arrived. That is what you will see on the tape,
that I have continually referred to."
"My idea is for this group to see the tape, then open
court in the morning. The Stoneburner brothers will show
up to see me get what they want, and they can be
arrested in the courtroom."
The prosecutor said; "That tale is almost believable,
but I would like to see this tape, because your story is
almost a perfect trap if it is true."
The judge said, "Bailiff, arrange to get an unmarked
police van, and meet this group at the police entrance
to this building." Then looking at me he said, "I hope
for your sake this is true, otherwise you will get the
death penalty."
When we got to my house, we entered and went to the
bedroom. I went to one wall and said, "see this flower?
Look at the center of it. In the center barely viable
you will see a small lens of the camera."
I then took them to another spot and showed them the
camera that was there. Next I took them to a room in the
attic, where I had the recorders. I took the tape from
one of them and picked up the other recorder with its
tape still intact. I said "Your Honor these two tapes
will confirm my story. And I would like to thank you for
giving me this chance, let's go to your chambers so that
you may see what is on these two tapes."
Back at the Judge's chambers, we watched the video's,
which confirmed my story. I then told the judge, "I will
spend the night in my cell, so that no one is the wiser,
then the Bailiff can put deputies around the brothers
when they show up. I also suggest that you, the
prosecutor and I wear flack-jackets under our clothing,
in case they are armed."
The next morning, when court reconvened, the Judge said,
"I am releasing the jury. This case has been resolved.
The defendant is released without prejudice. The bailiff
will arrest the Stoneburner brother on a charge of rape
and murder." Both of the brothers were armed with
revolvers and knives.
They were later tried, with my tape as the evidence that
convicted them. The jury awarded them both the death
sentence.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, 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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