tygavin
Magistrate
This story is set in the future and will contain crucifixion, beheadings hangings, firing squads and crucifixion. It will also include a love story between a starship captain and her condemned slave.
Year 2152
It pained Nancy to rise from bed. She was wrapped in the arms of her brunette lover Katy, the both of them nude and soaking in each other’s warmth. Katy was a fitness and bikini model she had met through friends at a party. Despite her chiseled form, she was comfortable and soft when it counted, and Nancy loved being held in her strong arms.
While not complete opposites, Nancy was different enough to make them a striking pair. Her long blonde hair contrasted nicely with Katy’s long dark hair. Her eyes were as blue as Katy’s were dark. She did not have the sharp muscles of a bikini model. Nancy was a dancer; she had been a dancer for twenty years since she entered her first dance class. Hard work had gotten her far, into one of New York’s premium ballet academies. Her body was slim, her legs long, and her breast surprisingly full, with soft pink nipples. Her abdomen could rival Katy’s but the rest of her was smooth lean muscle.
She groaned and slid out of bed for the last time. It was six AM, and she had an appointment in two hours at the courthouse, one she would not be walking away from.
She took a shower without Katy, knowing that the two would distract each other and turn a ten-minute shower into a thirty-minute shower. The two had only moved in with each other four months ago, after six months of dating, their passion still ran high.
Afterward she stood in front of the mirror and blow dried her hair then brushed it, letting it hang over her shoulders to the middle of her back. She debated putting it in a ponytail but decided not to.
Walking into the bedroom she noted Katy was up and sat on the bed next to her. Katy wrapped her in her arms.
“Please don’t do this.” Her lover whispered.
“I have to go. Fugitives don’t last long in this day and age, and I am not built to be on the run.”
Katy brushed her hair to the side and gently kissed her neck. “Don’t plead guilty. Fight this.”
Nancy pulled away then turned to her lover, kissing her gently. “But I am guilty. I was drunk, I did drive my car and I struck another vehicle, hurting those inside. There is no disputing the facts.”
Katy shook her head. “The people weren’t killed! You know they are going to give you the death penalty if you just plead guilty. Fight it, stay out on bail, stay with me. Let’s take advantage of all the time we have.”
Nancy shook her head. “I can’t do it. It constantly stays on my mind, like a blade ready to drop on me. I know death is coming. As much as I love you, I have to get this over with. You have to move on. Find another lover.”
Katy sighed. “You know its probably going to be a public execution. They are going to tie you to a pole and shoot you with bullets anywhere but the heart and watch you bleed out. Or they are going to hang you from the gallows in the park slowly. If you are lucky, they will only use a guillotine and cut your head off.”
“Thank you for the images. If I plead not guilty and take this to a trial, something much worse could happen and we both know it. I realize I will be in public, and it will be terrifying and humiliating but I just want it over with. Once it is done, it will be over. I’m sorry, Katy.”
Nancy stood up and walked to her closet. She pulled a white satin robe that only went to midthigh. She clinched the soft belt around it not bothering to put on panties or a bra. She slipped her feet into flats.
“Not your best outfit for the public.” Katy said, standing up and walking towards her. She brushed a hand over her breast and watched her nipple harden.
Nancy kissed her. “The clothes come off the moment the judge sentences me. No point in wearing unnecessary garments. Don’t turn me on. We said last night was it. Please don’t come to court, don’t come to my execution. I want to remember us as we were last night and the same goes for you.”
Katy sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Nancy walked out of the apartment and out of life for all intents and purpose. Sometime between this afternoon and Friday she would be dead. Her life was over, and she only hoped what was next was beautiful. The idea that there was nothing scared her. The thought of dancing on clouds kept her going, even if it was a pipe dream.
She stepped onto the public transport and smiled at everyone. The entire cruiser took a hard look at her. The breeze on the walk over had hardened her nipples once again. Her long bare legs always grabbed attention and she knew everyone on the cruiser knew she was naked underneath and most likely on her way to court.
She endured jealous looks from women, lustful looks from men and some pitying looks from those nice souls who didn’t get off on the death of a beautiful young girl. They were few and far between. Nancy simply grinned at them all and had a seat, causing her robe to ride up her legs higher. She crossed her legs to show some modesty. Not that modesty had ever been an issue. When you spent your life vying to be the center of an audience’s attention, exhibitionism was sometimes a byproduct.
The trip went quickly, only two stops before her destination. Once she arrived, Nancy had a four-block walk to the courthouse. The closer she came, the shakier her legs were, and she had to stop a few times to control her breathing.
When she entered the courthouse, her lawyer was waiting for her by the front door. His name was John Kemper and he had been appointed by the state. Nancy had no wish to hire a lawyer when she knew she would be at the mercy of the court regardless. She preferred to leave her meager possessions to her love.
Kemper took a look at her dress and shook his head. “Still determined to plead guilty I see.”
“I am guilty. Do you believe you could win my case?”
Kemper shrugged, admitting that he couldn’t. The evidence was rock solid. She would be sentenced to death. Vehicular assault while under the influence was one of the highest crimes possible. The fact that others were injured, made it a capital offense.
“I’m not sure what mood the judge is in. I can’t promise you what method you will receive. There are beheadings this afternoon in Times Square, hangings on Friday in the Park and Firing Squad, Saturday morning at the old barracks. Those are always sold out and televised.”
Nancy took a deep breath and nodded. “We shall see, I suppose. Just don’t let me feint when I hear the sentence.”
Kemper nodded. “I can’t keep you awake but I will hold you up. I’ve got some smelling salts on me. You wouldn’t be the first to do so. Everyone knows they are going to die once day. Knowing the time, place and method is shocking.”
The two sat down in the courtroom in a back row, watching others have their cases called. Two were set for a trial date. Four others pled guilty and were sentenced harshly in her opinion. Not one was given decapitation, the painless option. Two were given slow death by firing squad and the other two were sentenced to slow hanging.
Nancy finally was called and she walked on shaky legs with Kemper’s help to the defendants stand.
The judge, a thin elderly man with grey hair and horn-rimmed glasses looked over her case file.
“How do you plead?”
“Guilty, your Honor.”
Mr. Kemper, have you advised your client that this is a capital offense with a mandatory death penalty?”
“I have your Honor.”
“So be it.”
The judge took off his glasses and stood, leaning forward on his bench.
“Young lady you are the sixth vehicular assault while under the influence case I have seen in the past seven days. The previous six were given death by firing squad. I am tired of being merciful though. Drinking while operating pods is no joke and even though no one was killed, they could have easily been.
Nancy closed her eyes, suspecting she was about to be sentenced to slow hanging, visions of her choking. Her face turning red then blue, her tongue swelling while she humped the air like she was fucking an invisible man as the crowd cheered, filled her head.
“I sentence you to death by crucifixion. You will be taken to Central Park this Saturday and nailed to your cross at nine AM. God have mercy on your soul for this court shall have none.”
Nancy did not faint. She did nothing, simply standing in disbelief, trying to grasp what she had just heard.
Crucifixion was reserved for murderers and even then, only the worst of the worst. It was hell, days of agonizing pain, suffering before a jeering crowd of whoever might walk by. Katy would no doubt see her on the cross. She had not told her parents of her crime, asking Katy to tell them after she was already dead. The crucified’ s names were printed in news feeds. Her parents would see her name and come to her, finding her pinned to wood, nude on display, their little dancer they had put so much time, money and effort in, nothing but a macabre display for passersby to enjoy and perhaps abuse if there was a sadistic guard.
She felt her robe drop from her; she felt the cuffs locking her hands behind her back but the ride to the prison did not click. She was too in shock.
She came out of that shock when a well-built woman in a prison guards uniform held her bent over a table while a nurse wearing latex gloves stuck fingers up her pussy and asshole.
She was searched thoroughly after that, handled like a piece of meat, talked about as if she weren’t there. A loose heavy metal collar was placed around her neck and a chain attached. The guard led her to a single cell with a mattress on the floor pressed to the wall. She pushed Nancy down onto the mattress and attached the chain to a metal loop on the wall.
“I’ll be back to see you in an hour for branding. Try to relax. You are going to have a long night. Hell, you are going to have a long week, ballerina.”
“Branding? What do you mean, branding?”
“What does it sound like? See you soon sweetie. Your ass and slim little belly need some decoration.”
Nancy sat against the wall, bound and in despair, waiting for the worst to happen.
The door opened soon after and she panicked, thinking it was time for the hot iron to sear her unblemished flesh.
Instead, stood one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. She was easily six feet tall, slim build, wearing a tight leather pants and jacket. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a bun atop her head. Her face was beautiful but severe, no kindness present.
“Nancy Kellerman. I am Captain Emma Lake of the starship Helios. I have an offer for you that would be in your best interest to accept.”
Year 2152
It pained Nancy to rise from bed. She was wrapped in the arms of her brunette lover Katy, the both of them nude and soaking in each other’s warmth. Katy was a fitness and bikini model she had met through friends at a party. Despite her chiseled form, she was comfortable and soft when it counted, and Nancy loved being held in her strong arms.
While not complete opposites, Nancy was different enough to make them a striking pair. Her long blonde hair contrasted nicely with Katy’s long dark hair. Her eyes were as blue as Katy’s were dark. She did not have the sharp muscles of a bikini model. Nancy was a dancer; she had been a dancer for twenty years since she entered her first dance class. Hard work had gotten her far, into one of New York’s premium ballet academies. Her body was slim, her legs long, and her breast surprisingly full, with soft pink nipples. Her abdomen could rival Katy’s but the rest of her was smooth lean muscle.
She groaned and slid out of bed for the last time. It was six AM, and she had an appointment in two hours at the courthouse, one she would not be walking away from.
She took a shower without Katy, knowing that the two would distract each other and turn a ten-minute shower into a thirty-minute shower. The two had only moved in with each other four months ago, after six months of dating, their passion still ran high.
Afterward she stood in front of the mirror and blow dried her hair then brushed it, letting it hang over her shoulders to the middle of her back. She debated putting it in a ponytail but decided not to.
Walking into the bedroom she noted Katy was up and sat on the bed next to her. Katy wrapped her in her arms.
“Please don’t do this.” Her lover whispered.
“I have to go. Fugitives don’t last long in this day and age, and I am not built to be on the run.”
Katy brushed her hair to the side and gently kissed her neck. “Don’t plead guilty. Fight this.”
Nancy pulled away then turned to her lover, kissing her gently. “But I am guilty. I was drunk, I did drive my car and I struck another vehicle, hurting those inside. There is no disputing the facts.”
Katy shook her head. “The people weren’t killed! You know they are going to give you the death penalty if you just plead guilty. Fight it, stay out on bail, stay with me. Let’s take advantage of all the time we have.”
Nancy shook her head. “I can’t do it. It constantly stays on my mind, like a blade ready to drop on me. I know death is coming. As much as I love you, I have to get this over with. You have to move on. Find another lover.”
Katy sighed. “You know its probably going to be a public execution. They are going to tie you to a pole and shoot you with bullets anywhere but the heart and watch you bleed out. Or they are going to hang you from the gallows in the park slowly. If you are lucky, they will only use a guillotine and cut your head off.”
“Thank you for the images. If I plead not guilty and take this to a trial, something much worse could happen and we both know it. I realize I will be in public, and it will be terrifying and humiliating but I just want it over with. Once it is done, it will be over. I’m sorry, Katy.”
Nancy stood up and walked to her closet. She pulled a white satin robe that only went to midthigh. She clinched the soft belt around it not bothering to put on panties or a bra. She slipped her feet into flats.
“Not your best outfit for the public.” Katy said, standing up and walking towards her. She brushed a hand over her breast and watched her nipple harden.
Nancy kissed her. “The clothes come off the moment the judge sentences me. No point in wearing unnecessary garments. Don’t turn me on. We said last night was it. Please don’t come to court, don’t come to my execution. I want to remember us as we were last night and the same goes for you.”
Katy sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Nancy walked out of the apartment and out of life for all intents and purpose. Sometime between this afternoon and Friday she would be dead. Her life was over, and she only hoped what was next was beautiful. The idea that there was nothing scared her. The thought of dancing on clouds kept her going, even if it was a pipe dream.
She stepped onto the public transport and smiled at everyone. The entire cruiser took a hard look at her. The breeze on the walk over had hardened her nipples once again. Her long bare legs always grabbed attention and she knew everyone on the cruiser knew she was naked underneath and most likely on her way to court.
She endured jealous looks from women, lustful looks from men and some pitying looks from those nice souls who didn’t get off on the death of a beautiful young girl. They were few and far between. Nancy simply grinned at them all and had a seat, causing her robe to ride up her legs higher. She crossed her legs to show some modesty. Not that modesty had ever been an issue. When you spent your life vying to be the center of an audience’s attention, exhibitionism was sometimes a byproduct.
The trip went quickly, only two stops before her destination. Once she arrived, Nancy had a four-block walk to the courthouse. The closer she came, the shakier her legs were, and she had to stop a few times to control her breathing.
When she entered the courthouse, her lawyer was waiting for her by the front door. His name was John Kemper and he had been appointed by the state. Nancy had no wish to hire a lawyer when she knew she would be at the mercy of the court regardless. She preferred to leave her meager possessions to her love.
Kemper took a look at her dress and shook his head. “Still determined to plead guilty I see.”
“I am guilty. Do you believe you could win my case?”
Kemper shrugged, admitting that he couldn’t. The evidence was rock solid. She would be sentenced to death. Vehicular assault while under the influence was one of the highest crimes possible. The fact that others were injured, made it a capital offense.
“I’m not sure what mood the judge is in. I can’t promise you what method you will receive. There are beheadings this afternoon in Times Square, hangings on Friday in the Park and Firing Squad, Saturday morning at the old barracks. Those are always sold out and televised.”
Nancy took a deep breath and nodded. “We shall see, I suppose. Just don’t let me feint when I hear the sentence.”
Kemper nodded. “I can’t keep you awake but I will hold you up. I’ve got some smelling salts on me. You wouldn’t be the first to do so. Everyone knows they are going to die once day. Knowing the time, place and method is shocking.”
The two sat down in the courtroom in a back row, watching others have their cases called. Two were set for a trial date. Four others pled guilty and were sentenced harshly in her opinion. Not one was given decapitation, the painless option. Two were given slow death by firing squad and the other two were sentenced to slow hanging.
Nancy finally was called and she walked on shaky legs with Kemper’s help to the defendants stand.
The judge, a thin elderly man with grey hair and horn-rimmed glasses looked over her case file.
“How do you plead?”
“Guilty, your Honor.”
Mr. Kemper, have you advised your client that this is a capital offense with a mandatory death penalty?”
“I have your Honor.”
“So be it.”
The judge took off his glasses and stood, leaning forward on his bench.
“Young lady you are the sixth vehicular assault while under the influence case I have seen in the past seven days. The previous six were given death by firing squad. I am tired of being merciful though. Drinking while operating pods is no joke and even though no one was killed, they could have easily been.
Nancy closed her eyes, suspecting she was about to be sentenced to slow hanging, visions of her choking. Her face turning red then blue, her tongue swelling while she humped the air like she was fucking an invisible man as the crowd cheered, filled her head.
“I sentence you to death by crucifixion. You will be taken to Central Park this Saturday and nailed to your cross at nine AM. God have mercy on your soul for this court shall have none.”
Nancy did not faint. She did nothing, simply standing in disbelief, trying to grasp what she had just heard.
Crucifixion was reserved for murderers and even then, only the worst of the worst. It was hell, days of agonizing pain, suffering before a jeering crowd of whoever might walk by. Katy would no doubt see her on the cross. She had not told her parents of her crime, asking Katy to tell them after she was already dead. The crucified’ s names were printed in news feeds. Her parents would see her name and come to her, finding her pinned to wood, nude on display, their little dancer they had put so much time, money and effort in, nothing but a macabre display for passersby to enjoy and perhaps abuse if there was a sadistic guard.
She felt her robe drop from her; she felt the cuffs locking her hands behind her back but the ride to the prison did not click. She was too in shock.
She came out of that shock when a well-built woman in a prison guards uniform held her bent over a table while a nurse wearing latex gloves stuck fingers up her pussy and asshole.
She was searched thoroughly after that, handled like a piece of meat, talked about as if she weren’t there. A loose heavy metal collar was placed around her neck and a chain attached. The guard led her to a single cell with a mattress on the floor pressed to the wall. She pushed Nancy down onto the mattress and attached the chain to a metal loop on the wall.
“I’ll be back to see you in an hour for branding. Try to relax. You are going to have a long night. Hell, you are going to have a long week, ballerina.”
“Branding? What do you mean, branding?”
“What does it sound like? See you soon sweetie. Your ass and slim little belly need some decoration.”
Nancy sat against the wall, bound and in despair, waiting for the worst to happen.
The door opened soon after and she panicked, thinking it was time for the hot iron to sear her unblemished flesh.
Instead, stood one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. She was easily six feet tall, slim build, wearing a tight leather pants and jacket. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a bun atop her head. Her face was beautiful but severe, no kindness present.
“Nancy Kellerman. I am Captain Emma Lake of the starship Helios. I have an offer for you that would be in your best interest to accept.”
