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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
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any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
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