("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 69