Quickly you scramble to your feet to obey the command. When you are standing as ordered the Police Officer who brought your breakfast enters the cell, manacles dangling from his right hand. Your arms are the first to be secured behind your back followed by your ankles. Finally a leash is attached to your slave collar and you are led naked from the cell back to the custody sergeant’s desk. Horrified when you get there to find a group of giggling schoolgirls being given a tour of the Police Station. Your horror turns to shame and embarrassment as a couple of the girls take out camera phones to snap your picture. None of the officers do anything to stop them. You realise that within minutes the photos will be forwarded to all their friends and soon god knows how many people will be able to view your utter humiliation. Hanging your head you stare miserably at the floor hardly hearing the sergeant informing you of the next stage in your arrest.

A quick jerk on your leash makes you raise your head and you realise the sergeant is waiting for a response from you.

Nervously, hoping your inattention isn’t going to bring a baton crashing down upon your body you say I’m sorry Sir; I didn’t hear what you said.’

‘I said prisoner 583, do you understand that you are now going to be transported to Court for sentencing?’

‘Sir?’

‘Don’t you understand English?’

‘Yes Sir, I understand what you say, but I don’t understand why I am being taken to Court for sentencing. In my country we have a trial first and if the person is found guilty of the crime then he is sentenced. I have not had any trial yet so how can I be sentenced Sir?’

‘You are not in your country prisoner 583. In this country you are only entitled to a trial if you are a free man. You obviously are not, so your evidence is worth nothing. It is therefore a waste of public money to put you on trial. You were caught in the act of cunnilingus with an unwilling female so there can be no dispute over your guilt.’

‘But Sir I am innocent! How can I prove that if no one will let me speak?’

With a shrug of his shoulders that says it’s not his problem he turns away to deal with the next prisoner.

All hope of ever being able to proclaim your innocence gone your shoulders slump as you are led by the leash, shackled and naked to the Police van. This time you are allowed to climb into the back of the van instead of being thrown in. The van already contains three other prisoners. All naked, shackled and collared showing their slave status. The leash to your collar is secured to the bench you are sitting on forcing your neck and shoulders forward to avoid being strangled. Finally a guard climbs into the van taking the last space on the bench. His presence and the fact that he is tapping a baton absentmindedly against his leg ensures that none of you dare speak to each other.

The journey to the court house doesn’t take long. When the van pulls up outside the prisoners entrance the rear door is opened and the guard releases you one at a time, dragging each of you out of the van by the leash, not caring when you stumble and fall landing heavily on the ground, the only thing stopping you falling flat on your face the tight grip he has on your leash. The guard holding two leashes in each hand pulls you in pairs behind him into the court house.

As you are dragged along the corridor you risk looking around you trying to see if I am there waiting. When you don’t see me you are upset at the thought that I have abandoned you, and deep regret at how your stupid decision to try and keep the secret of Chrissie from me has turned both our lives upside down. Just as we were starting to build a good Mistress/slave relationship you ruined it all. Perhaps you deserve what is coming to you. With that depressing thought in mind you are dragged into courtroom no.2 along with the other prisoners. Once inside the four of you are pushed into a holding cage and the door locked.

The court usher stands up and announces the court is now in progress. All rise.’

Everyone in the court room, lawyers, officers of the court and members of the public sitting in the public gallery all rise as instructed. You and the others are already standing, there being no seats in the holding pen.

The Judge enters the courtroom and takes his seat at the front of the court. Once he is seated everyone else follows suit. The clerk of the court announces the first case to be heard.

‘Bring prisoner 4295 to the dock.’

The cage door is opened and the first of your fellow prisoners is dragged to the dock. His Owner climbs into the dock beside him.

The clerk to the court reads out the charge attempting to escape from servitude by stealing his Mistress car and locking her bound and gagged in the boot. The prisoner is not given the choice of pleading guilty or not guilty. So beaten and defeated is he that he doesn’t even bother to try and protest his innocence or make excuses for his behaviour. The clerk asks his Mistress whether she takes responsibility for her slave, or whether she wishes to relinquish all responsibility and ownership from this moment in time.

Firmly she responds Sir I relinquish my responsibility and ownership of this miserable wretch. I declare that he now be the property of the Court to deal with as you see fit.’

The Judge’s voice booms out prisoner 4295 you have been convicted of your crime. Your sentence is 200 lashes to be carried out in the town square, followed by a life sentence in the bowels of the prison ship HMPS Jersey. You will spend the remainder of your miserable life chained to a bench with the other lifers, rowing the ship back and forth between Jersey and the mainland. You will be fed and watered chained to the bench and you will sleep chained to the bench. The only time you will be free is when you die.’

The defeated man understanding that he has been sentenced to a living death collapses in shock. The rest of you in the cage look at each other in horror. Jesus! If that poor man can receive such a harsh sentence for trying to regain his liberty what the hell is going to happen to the rest of you? Casting your mind back to that awful day when you overpowered me you now realise what I meant when I said you were lucky I hadn’t called the Police. Feeling sick with dread at what punishment will be handed out to you, you listen while the other two prisoners are dragged from the cage and sentenced. Each of their owners renounces ownership of them leaving them to the mercies of the sadistic Judge. Each of them has been convicted of more minor crimes but both are handed lengthy sentences of hard labour on the island.

Finally it is your turn. By now you know what your sentence is going to be. You will be going to Jersey and you doubt you will leave it alive. It is obvious that I will renounce ownership of you, after believing you have assaulted my friend. Once you have been forced to your knees and secured by your leash to the handrail in the dock I am called to enter the court and stand beside you. Your heart beats faster as you watch me cross the room, looking tired as if I haven’t slept. My eyes are red and you realise I have been crying. As I enter the dock you turn to me to try and explain and to ask for my forgiveness at letting me down.

‘Mistress, please don’t give up on me. I am innocent. I did not force myself upon your friend, please let me explain….’

‘Silence! You are not here on trial. You have been convicted of this heinous crime. If you speak again I will have your tongue cut out. Is that clear? shouts the Judge.

Knowing that the Judge is not making idle threats you stop speaking immediately and nod your head to show that you understand and will remain quiet. Dreading the verdict you wait silently beside me as the Judge asks if I renounce my ownership of you. My answer surprises everyone.

‘No Sir. I do not renounce ownership of this slave. I accept full responsibility for his actions.’

‘Are you absolutely sure? asks the Judge increduously.

‘Yes Your Worship. I am sure. He is my property and I am responsible for him. I wish to have him returned to me after the sentence has been completed.’

You almost collapse in the dock with gratitude. I am not going to abandon you! You believe you will be able to cope with any punishment now that you know you will one day return home to me. The Judge’s next words horrify you.

‘As you retain ownership for this worthless animal Miss Peters then you must also accept your share of responsibility for his crime. I have no option but to sentence you to 50 lashes in the town square. However.….’

Before the Judge can finish speaking you blurt out No! You can’t punish my Mistress! She has done nothing wrong. You can’t whip her for my crime. I will take her punishment. Please….’

‘Silence in court! You have been warned once prisoner 583. You will lose your tongue once your punishment has been completed!’

‘Your Honour I say please may I speak?’

‘As you are a free woman, you have the right to have your voice heard. What do you wish to say?’

‘Your Honour, please forgive my slave’s outburst. He does not mean to disrespect this Court by disobeying your order to be silent. I beg you to show mercy and allow my slave to keep his tongue. It is the most important part of him and he is of no use to me without it. I will ensure that he remains silent if you will reconsider your decision.’

‘Hmmm replies the Judge. I assume that this animal is a pleasure slave then rather than a domestic slave or pain slut, if his tongue is so important to you?’

‘Yes your Honour, he is well trained in giving pleasure with his tongue. If he were to lose it then his value would fall immensely and he would be worth nothing if I tried to sell him in the future. I paid nearly all my life savings to buy him and I cannot afford to lose my investment. If it would please your Honour my slave can demonstrate his skills for you before you pass sentence on him.’

Hoping to God that you will satisfy the Judge as I am taking a huge gamble, knowing that you have never pleasured a man before I continue, if he fails to satisfy you then I accept that I must lose my investment as he must lose his tongue.’

‘I am afraid Miss Peters that in my position I am unable to accept your invitation as it could be seen by members of the public that I am taking a bribe in order to give your slave a lighter punishment. However, I am impressed that you have stood before this court and retained ownership of your property despite knowing that you would receive a punishment for allowing your slave to commit such a disgusting crime against another woman. Providing that your slave remains silent throughout sentencing I will withdraw the order.’

Completely ignoring you knowing that you would not dare to speak again I reply Thank you your Honour. I promise that there will be no more outbursts from him.’

The matter settled the Judge continues with his sentencing Now getting back to the matter in hand. You Miss Peters as Owner of this slave would normally be sentenced to 50 lashes to be carried out in the town square. Your slave’s punishment should be a total of 240 lashes to be given 30 at a time at set intervals followed by two years hard labour on the prison island of Jersey. However, unusually the victim of this crime has requested clemency. She has stated that you are a good friend to her and she has no wish to destroy your friendship or see you punished for something that your slave has done. She has requested that any punishment handed out to you be suspended providing that you agree to give her temporary ownership of your slave for the period of two years during which time she can treat him as she sees fit. She undertakes to promise that he will be returned to you alive and in such physical condition as to be capable of continuing to serve you. Why on earth she would want to take ownership of a slave who has done such a terrible thing to her is beyond my understanding, but under the law of this land she has the right to have a say in any punishment meted out. Do you accept her extremely generous offer?’

We are both stunned at this unexpected announcement. I can’t believe my friend’s generosity. After what you have done to her I am amazed that she is willing to risk taking you on. I know that either way I am going to lose you, but at least if my friend takes you then I know you will still be alive to come home to me. It will be hard to see you with another woman but if you go to Jersey I know the chances of you returning alive after two years are very slim. So surprised am I that she is willing to take you on to spare you from a living hell in Jersey I didn’t take in the part where the Judge mentioned that you would be returned alive and in a such a physical condition that would leave you able to serve me. If I had really listened to that part I might have been concerned about what Chrissie intended to do with you.

You are stunned for a very different reason. You realise that Chrissie has got us both exactly where she wants us. Me forever grateful to her for saving me from a whipping and as I see it saving your life, and you to do with whatever she wants for two long years. She told you that one day she would own you body and soul, but you never believed it would happen, or that it would happen so soon after she said it. Instinctively you know that your time with her is going to be extremely unpleasant, but if you fail to please her she can bring you back to court at anytime to invoke the original sentence. You pray to yourself that you will be able to satisfy her, whatever her demands. You are prepared to suffer anything she does to you if it spares me a public whipping. For yourself, you have a feeling in the pit of your stomach that two years of hard labour would be easier to bear than the tortures she will surely inflict on you.

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