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Magistrate
Chapter 16
"A weak hope"
Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Each extra step meant that those soldiers were headed for the last cell in the corridor. Elizabeth and Abigail hugged each other waiting to find out if one or both of them would be taken away and if they would see each other again. The lock of the cell snapped and a beardless young man officer entered the wide open door and immediately lowered his gaze and turned against the wall.
"Lady Hamilton, please apologize for this intrusion. General Brantford wishes to confer with you and sends you this dress along with his most humble apologies."
Elizabeth and Abigail looked at each other in amazement, then Elizabeth got up and took the dress that the soldier, who continued to look at the wall, held out to him.
"Thank you, Lieutenant, but before I put on this clean dress is there any way I can wash myself?"
"I will take care of it immediately, Milady. With permission." the embarrassed officer replied to the idea that he had not foreseen such a request from the prisoner.
The two girls embraced and kissed each other with passion. Maybe someone had listened to their prayers.
Elizabeth saw her Image reflected in the mirror of the garrison commander's antechamber. The woman who saw her in that mirror was the same who had lived in a building in the city, a young woman flattered for her beauty and criticized for her ideas: a woman who was then still a virgin, who had recently discovered how much passion for a loved one could awaken deep and unknown desires and sensations in the body. A young woman whom a few days of hell had canceled. Only a few bruises on the neck and those deep dark circles under the eyes, which the face powder had not been able to cover, could suggest that there was some relationship between the woman in the mirror and herself looking at her. The door to Brantford's office opened suddenly and the general came out with his hands outstretched to take the hand of his host, to kiss him gallantly.
"Lady Hamilton, I am mortified by what has happened. Please come in and take a seat. I humbly apologize to you personally and in the name of the garrison I have the honor to command."
"Captain Blackwood ..." Elizabeth began to say.
"Don't say anything, Milady. Captain Blackwood will appear before the martial court tomorrow. I predict that he will be degraded and sentenced to a long detention for what he has done to you. But, please, let's forget about this whole thing ... I had a thorough report on what happened to you and the conspiracy you have been subjected to, I have my sources inside the governor's palace, that despicable man who deserves the gallows. But perhaps there is still a way to get you justice. "
"But how can it be? - the girl answered, amazed and attentive - I have been sentenced to life slavery and I have been deprived of all rights. Is there really still any hope?".
"The Hope, my dear, is always the last to die. A hundred times I saw myself passed in battle and yet I am still here, alive and well. You just have to have courage and cunning. I thought long after having had an interview with your father…"
Elizabeth's face darkened and she lowered her head.
"Don't worry, I know how bad that man has done to you and the false accusation he has made against you. He came to me to complain that he had been thrown out of your house when the seals were affixed. He said that he had not yet had time to steal your wealth, that filthy worm, but on reflection, his idea was not entirely wrong: it would be a crime to leave all your gold, money, precious objects to that pig of the governor. The problem is that tomorrow the military prosecutor's office will make an inventory of the house: everything will be cataloged, even the evidence that could be used against you.No one of course can violate the seals, that is ... who placed them, or the undersigned. I can bring you back to your home for a few hours, recover what it may take to defend you or erase any evidence that could incriminate you. You know where the most precious objects and documents are hidden promising; if you come with me, in a short time we could collect everything. Of course you will want to give me a little ... reward for this favor that I grant you, let's say ninety percent of the money and the precious, there will be enough to pay for your defense and to guarantee you a minimum of decorum while you are locked in this fortress . I will take care of keeping your p art and letting you have it as you need it. I am sure that we will be able to collaborate in our common interest.
"A weak hope"
Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Each extra step meant that those soldiers were headed for the last cell in the corridor. Elizabeth and Abigail hugged each other waiting to find out if one or both of them would be taken away and if they would see each other again. The lock of the cell snapped and a beardless young man officer entered the wide open door and immediately lowered his gaze and turned against the wall.
"Lady Hamilton, please apologize for this intrusion. General Brantford wishes to confer with you and sends you this dress along with his most humble apologies."
Elizabeth and Abigail looked at each other in amazement, then Elizabeth got up and took the dress that the soldier, who continued to look at the wall, held out to him.
"Thank you, Lieutenant, but before I put on this clean dress is there any way I can wash myself?"
"I will take care of it immediately, Milady. With permission." the embarrassed officer replied to the idea that he had not foreseen such a request from the prisoner.
The two girls embraced and kissed each other with passion. Maybe someone had listened to their prayers.
Elizabeth saw her Image reflected in the mirror of the garrison commander's antechamber. The woman who saw her in that mirror was the same who had lived in a building in the city, a young woman flattered for her beauty and criticized for her ideas: a woman who was then still a virgin, who had recently discovered how much passion for a loved one could awaken deep and unknown desires and sensations in the body. A young woman whom a few days of hell had canceled. Only a few bruises on the neck and those deep dark circles under the eyes, which the face powder had not been able to cover, could suggest that there was some relationship between the woman in the mirror and herself looking at her. The door to Brantford's office opened suddenly and the general came out with his hands outstretched to take the hand of his host, to kiss him gallantly.
"Lady Hamilton, I am mortified by what has happened. Please come in and take a seat. I humbly apologize to you personally and in the name of the garrison I have the honor to command."
"Captain Blackwood ..." Elizabeth began to say.
"Don't say anything, Milady. Captain Blackwood will appear before the martial court tomorrow. I predict that he will be degraded and sentenced to a long detention for what he has done to you. But, please, let's forget about this whole thing ... I had a thorough report on what happened to you and the conspiracy you have been subjected to, I have my sources inside the governor's palace, that despicable man who deserves the gallows. But perhaps there is still a way to get you justice. "
"But how can it be? - the girl answered, amazed and attentive - I have been sentenced to life slavery and I have been deprived of all rights. Is there really still any hope?".
"The Hope, my dear, is always the last to die. A hundred times I saw myself passed in battle and yet I am still here, alive and well. You just have to have courage and cunning. I thought long after having had an interview with your father…"
Elizabeth's face darkened and she lowered her head.
"Don't worry, I know how bad that man has done to you and the false accusation he has made against you. He came to me to complain that he had been thrown out of your house when the seals were affixed. He said that he had not yet had time to steal your wealth, that filthy worm, but on reflection, his idea was not entirely wrong: it would be a crime to leave all your gold, money, precious objects to that pig of the governor. The problem is that tomorrow the military prosecutor's office will make an inventory of the house: everything will be cataloged, even the evidence that could be used against you.No one of course can violate the seals, that is ... who placed them, or the undersigned. I can bring you back to your home for a few hours, recover what it may take to defend you or erase any evidence that could incriminate you. You know where the most precious objects and documents are hidden promising; if you come with me, in a short time we could collect everything. Of course you will want to give me a little ... reward for this favor that I grant you, let's say ninety percent of the money and the precious, there will be enough to pay for your defense and to guarantee you a minimum of decorum while you are locked in this fortress . I will take care of keeping your p art and letting you have it as you need it. I am sure that we will be able to collaborate in our common interest.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuatin -
And, if you can be ... kind to me, you will find a trusted ally and a ... companion who will alleviate your ... loneliness ... "The general's tone had become more allusive and equivocal, while he reached out to stroke her hair. .
"And what will become of Abigail Monroe and the girls who were arrested before me?" Elizabeth asked coldly.
"Bah! I don't have the slightest interest in that dozen exalted whores and in any case their fate is sealed: they will be sentenced to death and hanged."
"And I with them." Elizabeth replied, getting up and heading for the door. The general was dumbfounded for a moment, then roused himself and stopped her almost at the door.
"What are you going to do? Do you want to die? Do you want to throw your life and your wealth to the wind for a stupid infatuation? I know what you are doing in your cell together with that Abigail, a scandalous thing, which alone would be enough to make you condemn."
"And what do you think I should do, general? Should I help you rob me and be your personal and faithful domestic whore, your personal sex slave, only to be repaid with a miserable part of my own money in exchange for my services? You you know I'm innocent and those girls are innocent too, but you don't care. You only need to fill your pockets and empty your jism into the body of a willing and blackmailing woman. "
Brantford's face became furious. With a lightning movement he raised his hand and hit her with a slap in the face. Then with the other hand he grabbed the neck of her dress and tore it, uncovering her breast.
"Filthy little bitch! It is not so necessary that you are willing at the bottom, on the contrary it could be more fun for me. You will do what I want or I will make you regret it. I stooped to treat you like a lady just because you still have something to offer but if you are not willing to behave in an intelligent and useful way for me I will make sure that you cannot satisfy anyone. Blackwood! "
The door suddenly opened and the captain appeared in the doorway. He had printed his mocking smile on his face. Elizabeth looked at him dazed, then meeting Brantford's irreverent gaze.
"You didn't really believe I had him arrested, did you? Poor fool! He is my best man, it was his idea to use you to recover your gold, but this time it didn't go well. Patience! Blackwood, take this whore, remove that dress from her and leave her naked as she deserves. Then take her to the square and give her a try whipping, you decide where to hit, as you like. And then bring her back to the cell, but alone this time. "
"And for that Abigail? ..." asked the captain maliciously.
"Give her sixty lashes! And let Lady Hamilton hear them from her cell, from first to last!"
"NOOOOOO !!!!" Elizabeth screamed and with desperation she broke free from Blackwood's grip and threw herself on Brantford, throwing herself at his feet in tears.
“He won't resist sixty lashes, sir. - replied Blackwood, almost oblivious to Elizabeth's desperate crying, but in reality, he was speaking just for her to hear - With that tiny build, he will perhaps withstand forty or maximum fifty lashes, but he will probably die sooner. "
“Not bad, captain. We will spare a ration, I will give it to my dogs, if they are willing to eat that shit ... "
"Nooo, general, please, I will do anything, anything! Don't hurt Abigail, I beg you, I beg you! I will go with you to my house, take whatever you want. Take me! I will do everything, I will I swear! But leave Abigail alone. Have mercy! " Brantford and Blackwood exchanged a knowing look: they had foreseen everything.
"Now I want you to get up and take off those rags immediately, you don't deserve to wear a dress, you filthy slut! And then you will do everything I order you, as a good whore as you are. Get up!" he yelled at her, grabbing her by the hair and motioning Blackwood to leave.
Elizabeth got up in tears, her eyes down in shame. She had entered that room convinced that the nightmare was over, that the old Lady Hamilton had returned, and instead she fell into horror again. Slowly she lowered the neckline of the ragged robe, uncovering her breasts and belly. Brantford remained in ecstasy observing his depilated pubis.
And, if you can be ... kind to me, you will find a trusted ally and a ... companion who will alleviate your ... loneliness ... "The general's tone had become more allusive and equivocal, while he reached out to stroke her hair. .
"And what will become of Abigail Monroe and the girls who were arrested before me?" Elizabeth asked coldly.
"Bah! I don't have the slightest interest in that dozen exalted whores and in any case their fate is sealed: they will be sentenced to death and hanged."
"And I with them." Elizabeth replied, getting up and heading for the door. The general was dumbfounded for a moment, then roused himself and stopped her almost at the door.
"What are you going to do? Do you want to die? Do you want to throw your life and your wealth to the wind for a stupid infatuation? I know what you are doing in your cell together with that Abigail, a scandalous thing, which alone would be enough to make you condemn."
"And what do you think I should do, general? Should I help you rob me and be your personal and faithful domestic whore, your personal sex slave, only to be repaid with a miserable part of my own money in exchange for my services? You you know I'm innocent and those girls are innocent too, but you don't care. You only need to fill your pockets and empty your jism into the body of a willing and blackmailing woman. "
Brantford's face became furious. With a lightning movement he raised his hand and hit her with a slap in the face. Then with the other hand he grabbed the neck of her dress and tore it, uncovering her breast.
"Filthy little bitch! It is not so necessary that you are willing at the bottom, on the contrary it could be more fun for me. You will do what I want or I will make you regret it. I stooped to treat you like a lady just because you still have something to offer but if you are not willing to behave in an intelligent and useful way for me I will make sure that you cannot satisfy anyone. Blackwood! "
The door suddenly opened and the captain appeared in the doorway. He had printed his mocking smile on his face. Elizabeth looked at him dazed, then meeting Brantford's irreverent gaze.
"You didn't really believe I had him arrested, did you? Poor fool! He is my best man, it was his idea to use you to recover your gold, but this time it didn't go well. Patience! Blackwood, take this whore, remove that dress from her and leave her naked as she deserves. Then take her to the square and give her a try whipping, you decide where to hit, as you like. And then bring her back to the cell, but alone this time. "
"And for that Abigail? ..." asked the captain maliciously.
"Give her sixty lashes! And let Lady Hamilton hear them from her cell, from first to last!"
"NOOOOOO !!!!" Elizabeth screamed and with desperation she broke free from Blackwood's grip and threw herself on Brantford, throwing herself at his feet in tears.
“He won't resist sixty lashes, sir. - replied Blackwood, almost oblivious to Elizabeth's desperate crying, but in reality, he was speaking just for her to hear - With that tiny build, he will perhaps withstand forty or maximum fifty lashes, but he will probably die sooner. "
“Not bad, captain. We will spare a ration, I will give it to my dogs, if they are willing to eat that shit ... "
"Nooo, general, please, I will do anything, anything! Don't hurt Abigail, I beg you, I beg you! I will go with you to my house, take whatever you want. Take me! I will do everything, I will I swear! But leave Abigail alone. Have mercy! " Brantford and Blackwood exchanged a knowing look: they had foreseen everything.
"Now I want you to get up and take off those rags immediately, you don't deserve to wear a dress, you filthy slut! And then you will do everything I order you, as a good whore as you are. Get up!" he yelled at her, grabbing her by the hair and motioning Blackwood to leave.
Elizabeth got up in tears, her eyes down in shame. She had entered that room convinced that the nightmare was over, that the old Lady Hamilton had returned, and instead she fell into horror again. Slowly she lowered the neckline of the ragged robe, uncovering her breasts and belly. Brantford remained in ecstasy observing his depilated pubis.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
"I like your attention to hygiene and I must say that that absence of hair gives you. I love Italian art, you look like a goddess of Botticelli. I like the idea of buggering a goddess! ..." Elizabeth in tears covered her face with her hands in shame. The mantra that had thrown her in the most complete depravity returned to her mind: "I am a slut and I want to be fucked in the ass ..." Now she knew it, after reflecting together with Abigail on their common experience: that foul desire to be possessed in such an abject manner it had been brought about by the ointment and stimulation of Dr. Johnson's hands. But now she really had to be slutty and convincingly so if she wanted to save Abigail's life. And she had no drugs that could help her with this. Her face showed all her frustration and horror at what she was about to do. And Brantford enjoyed this. Without a word he pointed to the sofa that was in the corner of the room and Elizabeth made the move to lie on top of it.
"On your knees!" Brantford said treacherously. And she wept obeying.
"Open your ass! I want to see how wide a noblewoman's asshole is!"
"Please, general, not so ... Have mercy! It will hurt me so much. I will be good, I will not resist, but I urge you not to do this to me, not so ..."
"You will be obedient and kind to me, very kind, or it will be worse for your girlfriend. I want to fuck you in the ass to let you get into that stupid head of yours: you are a slut ..."
"... and I want ... to be fucked in the ass ...". Brantford was speechless for a moment.
"What did you say? ..." he asked then with an evil smile
"I am a ... slut ... and I want to be fucked in the ass ..." Elizabeth murmured in a low voice.
"Now we begin to understand each other. - Said the man amused, pulling out his already hard cock. He brought it close to the small hole between the girl's open buttocks and without sweetness forced the tight opening, cold, without even making the violation easier with a little spittle. Elizabeth screamed but the man put his hand over her mouth, threatening to hurt her even more if he wasn't silent. Then, with powerful strokes of kidneys, he went up the rectum canal, tearing the edges of the sphincter with pangs Atrocious. When the big club of flesh was stuck inside the body of the young woman, the general savored his conquest for a few moments.
"You have everything inside, beauty! How is it? You like it, don't you?"
"Yes, sir, I like it ... I like it ... Uhuuuaaaahh! But please, ... slowly ... it hurts, it hurts so much, sir, .."
"Move that ass, bitch, let me enjoy! I want to feel you tighten my rod between the walls of your ass, like a real slut."
"I ... I ... don't know ... I'm not capable of ..." she stammered but a tug on her hair and a cruel thrust of Brantford prevented her from continuing.
"Do as I said! Immediately!". With unspeakable suffering, Elizabeth moved her pelvis forward, feeling that the member that was stuck in her slowly came out with new painful twists around her anus. When the tip of the penis was almost at the mouth of the butt, the general grabbed her by the hips and blocked her: it was a sign that she had to go in the opposite direction, and the anus, now almost free, was being strengthened again. The tip of the cock rubbed against the walls of the canal that instinctively tried to widen to accommodate it, while the anus was painfully fingering around the thickness of the big rod, but the general grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back until it almost broke the neck.
"What did I tell you to do? You have to be obedient and kind to me, remember? I want to feel your little ass tighten like a punch or you will feel a punch by me, when I will stick it in your shaved pussy up to elbow. I've been clear?"
"Yes, sir! ..." Elizabeth whimpered and tried desperately to please him. He concentrated as much as he could on that part of the body from which an unspeakable pain came, widened the muscles of the anus and pushed with the diaphragm as if to expel a particularly large and painful excrement. This had become for her the sexual act that was imposed on her, a lousy thing like shitting a huge piece of shit, a revolting, painful and obscene thing. But that was what the general wanted. His cock, just like a large excrement, was tightened and pushed by the walls of the rectum, while Elizabeth slowly moved back and forth on her knees.
"I like your attention to hygiene and I must say that that absence of hair gives you. I love Italian art, you look like a goddess of Botticelli. I like the idea of buggering a goddess! ..." Elizabeth in tears covered her face with her hands in shame. The mantra that had thrown her in the most complete depravity returned to her mind: "I am a slut and I want to be fucked in the ass ..." Now she knew it, after reflecting together with Abigail on their common experience: that foul desire to be possessed in such an abject manner it had been brought about by the ointment and stimulation of Dr. Johnson's hands. But now she really had to be slutty and convincingly so if she wanted to save Abigail's life. And she had no drugs that could help her with this. Her face showed all her frustration and horror at what she was about to do. And Brantford enjoyed this. Without a word he pointed to the sofa that was in the corner of the room and Elizabeth made the move to lie on top of it.
"On your knees!" Brantford said treacherously. And she wept obeying.
"Open your ass! I want to see how wide a noblewoman's asshole is!"
"Please, general, not so ... Have mercy! It will hurt me so much. I will be good, I will not resist, but I urge you not to do this to me, not so ..."
"You will be obedient and kind to me, very kind, or it will be worse for your girlfriend. I want to fuck you in the ass to let you get into that stupid head of yours: you are a slut ..."
"... and I want ... to be fucked in the ass ...". Brantford was speechless for a moment.
"What did you say? ..." he asked then with an evil smile
"I am a ... slut ... and I want to be fucked in the ass ..." Elizabeth murmured in a low voice.
"Now we begin to understand each other. - Said the man amused, pulling out his already hard cock. He brought it close to the small hole between the girl's open buttocks and without sweetness forced the tight opening, cold, without even making the violation easier with a little spittle. Elizabeth screamed but the man put his hand over her mouth, threatening to hurt her even more if he wasn't silent. Then, with powerful strokes of kidneys, he went up the rectum canal, tearing the edges of the sphincter with pangs Atrocious. When the big club of flesh was stuck inside the body of the young woman, the general savored his conquest for a few moments.
"You have everything inside, beauty! How is it? You like it, don't you?"
"Yes, sir, I like it ... I like it ... Uhuuuaaaahh! But please, ... slowly ... it hurts, it hurts so much, sir, .."
"Move that ass, bitch, let me enjoy! I want to feel you tighten my rod between the walls of your ass, like a real slut."
"I ... I ... don't know ... I'm not capable of ..." she stammered but a tug on her hair and a cruel thrust of Brantford prevented her from continuing.
"Do as I said! Immediately!". With unspeakable suffering, Elizabeth moved her pelvis forward, feeling that the member that was stuck in her slowly came out with new painful twists around her anus. When the tip of the penis was almost at the mouth of the butt, the general grabbed her by the hips and blocked her: it was a sign that she had to go in the opposite direction, and the anus, now almost free, was being strengthened again. The tip of the cock rubbed against the walls of the canal that instinctively tried to widen to accommodate it, while the anus was painfully fingering around the thickness of the big rod, but the general grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back until it almost broke the neck.
"What did I tell you to do? You have to be obedient and kind to me, remember? I want to feel your little ass tighten like a punch or you will feel a punch by me, when I will stick it in your shaved pussy up to elbow. I've been clear?"
"Yes, sir! ..." Elizabeth whimpered and tried desperately to please him. He concentrated as much as he could on that part of the body from which an unspeakable pain came, widened the muscles of the anus and pushed with the diaphragm as if to expel a particularly large and painful excrement. This had become for her the sexual act that was imposed on her, a lousy thing like shitting a huge piece of shit, a revolting, painful and obscene thing. But that was what the general wanted. His cock, just like a large excrement, was tightened and pushed by the walls of the rectum, while Elizabeth slowly moved back and forth on her knees.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
"Well done, my dear, now we really understand each other. A really tight, delicious ass ... Those niggas haven't totally ruined it. Keep going, keep going until I tell you to stop. Elizabeth, suffering the pains of hell, obeyed, until Brantford completely left her and forced her to lie on prone position. Then, after wedging himself between her wide open legs, he penetrated her into the dry vagina, causing her more pain.
"This will teach you to be more ready to obey my orders, bitch! This cunt of yours deserves to be filled with spunk and shit, a worthy gift for your girl's tongue. You feel how hard it is, right? Do you feel how much it fills you? ... ".
But Elizabeth felt nothing, she only heard Abigail's words, her kisses, her caresses. It was the only way to escape from that horror, to shorten that torture. Which ended with a Brantford roar and a hot stream that bathed the inside of her thighs.
"Well done, my dear, now we really understand each other. A really tight, delicious ass ... Those niggas haven't totally ruined it. Keep going, keep going until I tell you to stop. Elizabeth, suffering the pains of hell, obeyed, until Brantford completely left her and forced her to lie on prone position. Then, after wedging himself between her wide open legs, he penetrated her into the dry vagina, causing her more pain.
"This will teach you to be more ready to obey my orders, bitch! This cunt of yours deserves to be filled with spunk and shit, a worthy gift for your girl's tongue. You feel how hard it is, right? Do you feel how much it fills you? ... ".
But Elizabeth felt nothing, she only heard Abigail's words, her kisses, her caresses. It was the only way to escape from that horror, to shorten that torture. Which ended with a Brantford roar and a hot stream that bathed the inside of her thighs.
jjjack
Magistrate
Chapter 17
"The spontaneous confessions"
Blackwood went down the stairs to the dungeons with Brantford's screams still in his ears. That old inflated balloon did nothing but command without worrying about how those orders could be executed, it wasn't his business, he said. It was all too easy to be the commander in this way. The general, worried that his command could not demonstrate in court the complacency of the prisoners but, above all, that the questions of Judge O'Connor could put his work in a bad light, as someone already said, after the disappearance of significant quantities of gold and money from the Hamilton mansion, he demanded that within two days all the prisoners sign a spontaneous declaration with which they recognized the crimes that were attributed to them. The real problem was that, knowing the judge's ideas about torture, the use of hot iron and other forms of torments that left traces on the bodies of the accused, which would appear in the courtroom, had to be excluded.
Blackwood decided to start with the easiest case to solve, that of Elizabeth Hamilton. By now it was clear that, in order to avoid hurting his lover Abigail, he would have given in without the use of violence and signed any declaration. But Blackwood wanted more, he wanted to see that young and beautiful woman, once rich and admired, collapse, he wanted her humiliated at his feet: he, the son of a humble blacksmith, would have kept the rich and noble Lady Hamilton under his feet. He had her picked up from his cell and dragged into the torture chamber. Of course Elizabeth could not have known that a confession extorted by violence would not have been accepted by the magistrate, but Captain Blackwood would certainly not have told her.
The girl was tied to a heavy wooden chair, with arms and thighs open, so that all the most sensitive parts of her body were easily accessible.
"Your destiny is sealed, Elizabeth Hamilton, but the judge could show clemency towards you if you were willing to sign a spontaneous confession. She is ready here, you just have to sign ..." - he said without preamble.
"I have already undergone such an imposition and it was my end, - replied the girl - and I have already experienced the clemency of Judge O'Connor, who condemned me to be sold as a beast. I know that for me and for there is no hope for the other girls, so there is no point in asking me to sign, sir. Waste your time! "
"I'm not used to wasting your time, girl! - Blackwood said abruptly, making a gesture of annoyance. At that gesture Elizabeth heard a noise behind her which materialized slowly when the hooded figure of an executioner approached her body immobilized and vulnerable: he held a hot iron in his hand.
"You have already been sentenced to slavery and the trial has shown that you are a woman of easy morals, willing to mate with five niggas at the same time to satisfy your lowest instincts. I think this verdict requires some publicity so I asked the executioner to prepare the prostitute brand for you: it will appear perfectly on your cheek, you will not be able to hide it in any way and everyone in the future will know what your true nature is ".
"You are a filthy bastard!" cried the furious girl.
"You have so much passion inside you, Milady! - Blackwood said crouching in front of his wide open thighs and going to tease with his finger his tender sex slot, which in a moment started to get wet -Uhuumm, being with that Abigail is good for you, it takes little to warm up … - he grinned as the clitoris became turgid and wet under his touch and the girl was forced to bite her lips so as not to moan - Think how strange nature is, Milady: she puts something like this great passion into such a small and delicate organ ... who knows how hot you would be if instead of my finger ... there was that red-hot iron! ... - and so saying he got up and walked away gesturing to the executioner to approach with iron in white heat.
"It is such a small organ ... I am sure that nobody will notice its absence. Nobody except you ..."
"No, wait, noooo! Stop! Please! NOOOOO !!!!". Terror took possession of Elizabeth who now saw herself mutilated forever by the source of her pleasure, through an instrument that would have caused her excruciating pain. Her brakes collapsed and terror prevented her from checking her bladder. A powerful trickle of urine came out of her sex, wetting the floor of the room with a wide arch. Blackwood and the executioner laughed rudely as she collapsed into sobs.
"The spontaneous confessions"
Blackwood went down the stairs to the dungeons with Brantford's screams still in his ears. That old inflated balloon did nothing but command without worrying about how those orders could be executed, it wasn't his business, he said. It was all too easy to be the commander in this way. The general, worried that his command could not demonstrate in court the complacency of the prisoners but, above all, that the questions of Judge O'Connor could put his work in a bad light, as someone already said, after the disappearance of significant quantities of gold and money from the Hamilton mansion, he demanded that within two days all the prisoners sign a spontaneous declaration with which they recognized the crimes that were attributed to them. The real problem was that, knowing the judge's ideas about torture, the use of hot iron and other forms of torments that left traces on the bodies of the accused, which would appear in the courtroom, had to be excluded.
Blackwood decided to start with the easiest case to solve, that of Elizabeth Hamilton. By now it was clear that, in order to avoid hurting his lover Abigail, he would have given in without the use of violence and signed any declaration. But Blackwood wanted more, he wanted to see that young and beautiful woman, once rich and admired, collapse, he wanted her humiliated at his feet: he, the son of a humble blacksmith, would have kept the rich and noble Lady Hamilton under his feet. He had her picked up from his cell and dragged into the torture chamber. Of course Elizabeth could not have known that a confession extorted by violence would not have been accepted by the magistrate, but Captain Blackwood would certainly not have told her.
The girl was tied to a heavy wooden chair, with arms and thighs open, so that all the most sensitive parts of her body were easily accessible.
"Your destiny is sealed, Elizabeth Hamilton, but the judge could show clemency towards you if you were willing to sign a spontaneous confession. She is ready here, you just have to sign ..." - he said without preamble.
"I have already undergone such an imposition and it was my end, - replied the girl - and I have already experienced the clemency of Judge O'Connor, who condemned me to be sold as a beast. I know that for me and for there is no hope for the other girls, so there is no point in asking me to sign, sir. Waste your time! "
"I'm not used to wasting your time, girl! - Blackwood said abruptly, making a gesture of annoyance. At that gesture Elizabeth heard a noise behind her which materialized slowly when the hooded figure of an executioner approached her body immobilized and vulnerable: he held a hot iron in his hand.
"You have already been sentenced to slavery and the trial has shown that you are a woman of easy morals, willing to mate with five niggas at the same time to satisfy your lowest instincts. I think this verdict requires some publicity so I asked the executioner to prepare the prostitute brand for you: it will appear perfectly on your cheek, you will not be able to hide it in any way and everyone in the future will know what your true nature is ".
"You are a filthy bastard!" cried the furious girl.
"You have so much passion inside you, Milady! - Blackwood said crouching in front of his wide open thighs and going to tease with his finger his tender sex slot, which in a moment started to get wet -Uhuumm, being with that Abigail is good for you, it takes little to warm up … - he grinned as the clitoris became turgid and wet under his touch and the girl was forced to bite her lips so as not to moan - Think how strange nature is, Milady: she puts something like this great passion into such a small and delicate organ ... who knows how hot you would be if instead of my finger ... there was that red-hot iron! ... - and so saying he got up and walked away gesturing to the executioner to approach with iron in white heat.
"It is such a small organ ... I am sure that nobody will notice its absence. Nobody except you ..."
"No, wait, noooo! Stop! Please! NOOOOO !!!!". Terror took possession of Elizabeth who now saw herself mutilated forever by the source of her pleasure, through an instrument that would have caused her excruciating pain. Her brakes collapsed and terror prevented her from checking her bladder. A powerful trickle of urine came out of her sex, wetting the floor of the room with a wide arch. Blackwood and the executioner laughed rudely as she collapsed into sobs.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
Barbara trembled like a leaf as she waited for her inquisitor to arrive. They had tied her to a table, with her head thrown back and her arms and legs wide open. Where was Abigail? where were her friends? what would become of them? The arrival of Blackwood tore her from her anxieties, throwing her into terror.
"Barbara Eveline Adamson, you are accused of plotting against our beloved King George III and of immoral acts with people of your same sex. The death penalty is foreseen for these crimes. Your only hope is to plead guilty and entrust yourself to clemency of the court! " Blackwood brutally told her.
"It's not fair, it's not fair! I didn't do anything wrong ..." Barbara began to defend herself in tears.
"In this case, I don't see what advantage there is to still keeping that stupid virginity of yours, since in two days you will get on the halter. Come on, Little Jack!". A man of massive build entered the room: he was over two meters tall and weighed over 300 pounds. The flap of his pants was open and a twelve inch long cock as big as the girl's wrist stood out from it.
"Let me introduce you to Little Jack: you know, they call him so to distinguish him from his brother Big Jack, who was hanged yesterday. Little Jack will follow him tomorrow. Together they kidnapped and raped at least twenty girls, but they did worse things when they were with the Iroquois It's all yours, Little Jack! Have fun - and then, whispering to the girl, she continued - that cock will impale you and rip you up! Get ready to shit through your pussy! ... "
"Noooo !!! Please !!! I will sign! I will sign !!!"
"Well done, girl! You will not regret it! Little Jack, did you hear what I said? The girl has signed and therefore has the right to keep her virginity. Fuck her in the ass !!!"
Maggie was a poor girl, who loved her mistress Deborah wholeheartedly, who had stolen her from a life of hardship alongside a violent father and taught her to read and write. He had a practical spirit and great courage, which compensated for Deborah's imaginative and shy character. Together the two girls had grown up and had their first experiences, they confided everything without the slightest reticence and enjoyed each other with great passion. Since the day of their arrest, however, they had been divided and Maggie had the worst fate, but she had the strength to overcome the violence she had suffered. Deborah, on the other hand, especially after Glifton's rape, had collapsed and, without the comfort of her friend, did nothing but cry.
When asked to sign the document, Maggie spat in Blackwood's face. He said that at the trial he would tell the whole truth about what had been done to his mistress by the governor: he had heard it from one of the prisoners of the nearby cell, who had bragged, in front of the window of his cell just released from prison , to have received on that occasion the most beautiful blowjob of her life from the lips of the young prisoner, while she was deflowered by the governor.
Blackwood hit her with a slap in the face that threw her on the ground. Then he tied her by one ankle to one of the beams of the cell ceiling and spent half an hour whipping her with a light cane on the inside of her thighs and on her cunt. Eventually the girl gave in and signed. However, Blackwood was not satisfied, half an hour of work with the whip had been an unexpected waste of time and effort that had to be adequately rewarded. Then he hung her by the ankle again and demanded the best blowjob of her life from Maggie's mouth. Just to remind her that it was not convenient for her to tell the matter she had heard in court.
Deborah was the most fragile prisoner, two screams of Blackwood would have been enough to convince her to sign.
But the screams that were heard were not Blackwood's and were not just two. It was enough for the captain to lock the girl in a pillory and then move her to the cell, after having dropped a cloth bag on her head.
The girl was crying and asking for mercy, she called Maggie and her mom, but nobody heard her. When he felt himself posing in the new cell, even more fetid and darker than the previous one, he wanted to go back, he would have signed anything. Something suddenly touched her leg, something else jumped on her shoulder, and suddenly she felt something pad on her head. Blackwood went back into the cell with a torch in his hand, and took the hood off her head, saying, "How careless, girl! I forgot to leave you a torch!" . And in the flickering light of the flame, Deborah saw that the cell was literally invaded by hundreds of rats. His screams accompanied Blackwood's footsteps as he left the dungeons. He returned to pick her up only an hour later.
Barbara trembled like a leaf as she waited for her inquisitor to arrive. They had tied her to a table, with her head thrown back and her arms and legs wide open. Where was Abigail? where were her friends? what would become of them? The arrival of Blackwood tore her from her anxieties, throwing her into terror.
"Barbara Eveline Adamson, you are accused of plotting against our beloved King George III and of immoral acts with people of your same sex. The death penalty is foreseen for these crimes. Your only hope is to plead guilty and entrust yourself to clemency of the court! " Blackwood brutally told her.
"It's not fair, it's not fair! I didn't do anything wrong ..." Barbara began to defend herself in tears.
"In this case, I don't see what advantage there is to still keeping that stupid virginity of yours, since in two days you will get on the halter. Come on, Little Jack!". A man of massive build entered the room: he was over two meters tall and weighed over 300 pounds. The flap of his pants was open and a twelve inch long cock as big as the girl's wrist stood out from it.
"Let me introduce you to Little Jack: you know, they call him so to distinguish him from his brother Big Jack, who was hanged yesterday. Little Jack will follow him tomorrow. Together they kidnapped and raped at least twenty girls, but they did worse things when they were with the Iroquois It's all yours, Little Jack! Have fun - and then, whispering to the girl, she continued - that cock will impale you and rip you up! Get ready to shit through your pussy! ... "
"Noooo !!! Please !!! I will sign! I will sign !!!"
"Well done, girl! You will not regret it! Little Jack, did you hear what I said? The girl has signed and therefore has the right to keep her virginity. Fuck her in the ass !!!"
Maggie was a poor girl, who loved her mistress Deborah wholeheartedly, who had stolen her from a life of hardship alongside a violent father and taught her to read and write. He had a practical spirit and great courage, which compensated for Deborah's imaginative and shy character. Together the two girls had grown up and had their first experiences, they confided everything without the slightest reticence and enjoyed each other with great passion. Since the day of their arrest, however, they had been divided and Maggie had the worst fate, but she had the strength to overcome the violence she had suffered. Deborah, on the other hand, especially after Glifton's rape, had collapsed and, without the comfort of her friend, did nothing but cry.
When asked to sign the document, Maggie spat in Blackwood's face. He said that at the trial he would tell the whole truth about what had been done to his mistress by the governor: he had heard it from one of the prisoners of the nearby cell, who had bragged, in front of the window of his cell just released from prison , to have received on that occasion the most beautiful blowjob of her life from the lips of the young prisoner, while she was deflowered by the governor.
Blackwood hit her with a slap in the face that threw her on the ground. Then he tied her by one ankle to one of the beams of the cell ceiling and spent half an hour whipping her with a light cane on the inside of her thighs and on her cunt. Eventually the girl gave in and signed. However, Blackwood was not satisfied, half an hour of work with the whip had been an unexpected waste of time and effort that had to be adequately rewarded. Then he hung her by the ankle again and demanded the best blowjob of her life from Maggie's mouth. Just to remind her that it was not convenient for her to tell the matter she had heard in court.
Deborah was the most fragile prisoner, two screams of Blackwood would have been enough to convince her to sign.
But the screams that were heard were not Blackwood's and were not just two. It was enough for the captain to lock the girl in a pillory and then move her to the cell, after having dropped a cloth bag on her head.
The girl was crying and asking for mercy, she called Maggie and her mom, but nobody heard her. When he felt himself posing in the new cell, even more fetid and darker than the previous one, he wanted to go back, he would have signed anything. Something suddenly touched her leg, something else jumped on her shoulder, and suddenly she felt something pad on her head. Blackwood went back into the cell with a torch in his hand, and took the hood off her head, saying, "How careless, girl! I forgot to leave you a torch!" . And in the flickering light of the flame, Deborah saw that the cell was literally invaded by hundreds of rats. His screams accompanied Blackwood's footsteps as he left the dungeons. He returned to pick her up only an hour later.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
Clarence shivered when she heard the lock on her cell door click and Blackwood appeared on the door.
"I have come to bring you fruit, my dear, I am sure you will like my gift. It is a special fruit that is not eaten at the table but on the ground, doggy style ... therefore, it begins to put you in the right position before I am angry ... See, - she said showing him a strange metal object that looked exactly like a pear - is a fun game, of course for me ... much less for you ... Since I'm good today, I decided to grease it well so that it will enter your beautiful ass with less effort ... Then turning this screw ... But if you do not like fruit you can always sign this declaration with which you confirm all the accusations against you and ask the judge's clemency ... Well done, I see you've already understood ... "
Abigail cried silently, after yet another corporal punishment that Blackwood had given her: forty barrel strokes on her bare buttocks, which were now marked by deep red and bluish sores. Bent and tied naked on the bench, the girl reflected on the reason for which she had received such a punishment, but with Blackwood there was no need for a reason: she had learned at her own expense that this man was very pleased to vent his aggression on Innocent and defenseless victims. He hadn't said a word when he entered his cell, not even what he had done to Elizabeth and where he had brought her, he had simply grabbed and dragged her to the cell where he was now, he had tied her to the belly bench below and then the whistle in the air of the birch wand made her understand what she would expect shortly thereafter. Before starting, however, the captain had stopped to admire the beautiful little ass raised and exposed, and with his open hand he had caressed it, arousing shivers of fear in the girl.
"Abigail, Abigail ... you are a naughty girl, ... Don't you know that you don't have to hide things from me? ...
"I ... I don't understand, sir ..."
"This delightful little ass of yours has recovered prodigiously after the lashes that Reverend Hobbs had given you. I have some doubts that the Reverend is a holy man but that he also knows how to do miracles, on this I have none ..."
"I don't know, sir, ..."
"Maybe the merit of this prodigious healing is due to a certain ointment that I found hidden under your bed ... It was not difficult to find out who had given it to you: that soldier is now traveling to Australia, he will have the opportunity to reflect about his mistakes and especially about fraternizing with the charming mother of a prisoner ... He has been punished, I just have to decide what to do to your mother now. "
"No, please, sir, ... you have nothing to do with it, don't hurt it, I beseech you! ..."
"And what are you willing to do so I don't do it? Even sign a guilty plea for the crimes you committed?"
"Yes, anything, anything ... sir!"
"Well, my dear, I take you at your word. But now that we have already made the effort to bring you here and put you in this way, it would be a shame to waste so much effort for nothing ..."
Abigail closed her eyes when she felt the chill of her wand on her soft buttocks. Then a whistle tore the air and the first red mark marked her buttocks, accompanied by tremendous pain. He screamed but immediately after, without even letting her take a breath, Blackwood hit her again and again with cruel determination and great precision, often going to understand the same point up to break the skin and make it bleed.
The punishment was now over, Blackwood put a sheet of paper in front of her and she signed it without even reading.
"You don't mind knowing what you signed?" Blackwood asked ironically
"I signed my death sentence. But now it doesn't matter anymore. I know what I did: I believed it was possible to live and hope in a world different from this, a world where people are not deprived of rights but citizens , equal and brothers. Maybe one day it will be like that, maybe for my children, even if I will never see that day.
"In this case, since you don't feel any repentance for what you have done, it will be a pleasure for me ... a great pleasure ... - added the captain as he slid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground, do everything possible to make this dream come true ... of motherhood "and so saying she spread her thighs and penetrated her without any sweetness into her dry cunt, devastating her vagina as it had devastated her ass. When, after several minutes of brutal lunges, he unloaded her hot seed inside her, the girl was passed out from pain and exhaustion.
Clarence shivered when she heard the lock on her cell door click and Blackwood appeared on the door.
"I have come to bring you fruit, my dear, I am sure you will like my gift. It is a special fruit that is not eaten at the table but on the ground, doggy style ... therefore, it begins to put you in the right position before I am angry ... See, - she said showing him a strange metal object that looked exactly like a pear - is a fun game, of course for me ... much less for you ... Since I'm good today, I decided to grease it well so that it will enter your beautiful ass with less effort ... Then turning this screw ... But if you do not like fruit you can always sign this declaration with which you confirm all the accusations against you and ask the judge's clemency ... Well done, I see you've already understood ... "
Abigail cried silently, after yet another corporal punishment that Blackwood had given her: forty barrel strokes on her bare buttocks, which were now marked by deep red and bluish sores. Bent and tied naked on the bench, the girl reflected on the reason for which she had received such a punishment, but with Blackwood there was no need for a reason: she had learned at her own expense that this man was very pleased to vent his aggression on Innocent and defenseless victims. He hadn't said a word when he entered his cell, not even what he had done to Elizabeth and where he had brought her, he had simply grabbed and dragged her to the cell where he was now, he had tied her to the belly bench below and then the whistle in the air of the birch wand made her understand what she would expect shortly thereafter. Before starting, however, the captain had stopped to admire the beautiful little ass raised and exposed, and with his open hand he had caressed it, arousing shivers of fear in the girl.
"Abigail, Abigail ... you are a naughty girl, ... Don't you know that you don't have to hide things from me? ...
"I ... I don't understand, sir ..."
"This delightful little ass of yours has recovered prodigiously after the lashes that Reverend Hobbs had given you. I have some doubts that the Reverend is a holy man but that he also knows how to do miracles, on this I have none ..."
"I don't know, sir, ..."
"Maybe the merit of this prodigious healing is due to a certain ointment that I found hidden under your bed ... It was not difficult to find out who had given it to you: that soldier is now traveling to Australia, he will have the opportunity to reflect about his mistakes and especially about fraternizing with the charming mother of a prisoner ... He has been punished, I just have to decide what to do to your mother now. "
"No, please, sir, ... you have nothing to do with it, don't hurt it, I beseech you! ..."
"And what are you willing to do so I don't do it? Even sign a guilty plea for the crimes you committed?"
"Yes, anything, anything ... sir!"
"Well, my dear, I take you at your word. But now that we have already made the effort to bring you here and put you in this way, it would be a shame to waste so much effort for nothing ..."
Abigail closed her eyes when she felt the chill of her wand on her soft buttocks. Then a whistle tore the air and the first red mark marked her buttocks, accompanied by tremendous pain. He screamed but immediately after, without even letting her take a breath, Blackwood hit her again and again with cruel determination and great precision, often going to understand the same point up to break the skin and make it bleed.
The punishment was now over, Blackwood put a sheet of paper in front of her and she signed it without even reading.
"You don't mind knowing what you signed?" Blackwood asked ironically
"I signed my death sentence. But now it doesn't matter anymore. I know what I did: I believed it was possible to live and hope in a world different from this, a world where people are not deprived of rights but citizens , equal and brothers. Maybe one day it will be like that, maybe for my children, even if I will never see that day.
"In this case, since you don't feel any repentance for what you have done, it will be a pleasure for me ... a great pleasure ... - added the captain as he slid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground, do everything possible to make this dream come true ... of motherhood "and so saying she spread her thighs and penetrated her without any sweetness into her dry cunt, devastating her vagina as it had devastated her ass. When, after several minutes of brutal lunges, he unloaded her hot seed inside her, the girl was passed out from pain and exhaustion.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
Claire was seriously worried. Throughout the day the fortress had been animated by an unusual activity. The doors slammed constantly, the corridors were filled with Blackwood's screams and the girls' tears. They had kept it last and it was a bad sign: Blackwood would have had enough time with her to have fun. He deeply hated the man. She had already caught her twice: the first time only the arrival of what would become her husband had saved her from the most hateful rape: Blackwood had already tied her and bent her belly over the large table in her office. He had then lifted her skirts by carrying them on his back and thus discovering the dagger that he kept in his boot for personal defense. With that dagger he had fun teasing her naked nipple while with his other hand he unbuttoned his trousers and prepared to assfuck her with sadistic pleasure. She had been saved in extremis by Jamie, who had climbed the wall of the fortress with her bare hands where she was locked up and entered through the window.
The second time she had been less fortunate, because this time it was Jamie who had fallen into Blackwood's hands and she had tried in vain to save him. He had helplessly witnessed the brutal torture the officer had inflicted on Jamie, including the nail he had stabbed in the hand with a hammer. Then, violating the promise made to his prisoner, he had dragged her away and instead of freeing her he had raped her all night, insisting particularly on anal violence, which he particularly preferred.
After her and Jamie's daring escape from that prison, she had never seen Blackwood again until the Battle of Culloden, in which she was convinced that he had been killed on the field. So seeing him again in his own home, just at such an intimate moment, while he was taking a bath, had been a shocking and tremendously shocking experience for Claire.
He quickly recited a silent prayer as the door of his cell was opened and two guards rushed in, followed by the captain, who was holding a rope in his hand.
Claire stepped back to the wall, now heedless to cover her nakedness in front of the three men. He only managed to shout "Leave me, pigs!" And to wriggle uselessly, while the two grabbed her firmly by the arms and dragged her to the center of the cell, where the table was.
"Tie her up!" Blackwood simply said, who remained to enjoy the spectacle of the woman's impotence, while the two forced her to sit on the table, folded her back and stopped her in the same humiliating position in which the captain had tied her on the captain's sofa: the thighs open, with the arms to lock them with the inside of the elbow in contact with the inside of the legs just behind the knees. It was as if it were packed, like an object to be transported, and the journey ahead was certainly not pleasant. Left alone, Blackwood approached his victim: he towered over her in a pose that said all the power he had over her. Claire, tied in that humiliating and defenseless pose, trembled within herself but tried not to show it.
"I came to see her for three good reasons: the first is that, from what we learned, today your husband managed to escape arrest, we still don't know how. His capture is a matter of days, hundreds of men are on his trace ... ". A faint hope rekindled in Claire's heart: Jamie would have sold her soul to the devil to free her. It was not all lost.
"If you want to see him still alive, I advise you to tell me where he may have hidden."
"I don't know where he is hiding, he has lived away from me for three years and we have rarely seen each other since. But even if I knew it, I would never tell you, I would never betray Jamie for anything in the world. You will never take him! Jamie is a hundred, a thousand times better than you! ".
"In this case I promise you that I will decorate your cell with his head as soon as we have taken it. The second reason why I am here is the offer that I make you to recognize the faults of which you are accused with a written deed that I have here ready. Do it and I will ask the judge to be merciful in his sentence. "
"You are crazy to believe that I would ever sign such a thing!"
"All right. As you can see, I asked you kindly, since you accused me of not being a gentleman. I am certainly not here to rape you, although perhaps you think otherwise. There is one last thing I have to ask you and it concerns an object that we have found in your home and that I do not understand what it is and what it is for ... ". Claire looked at him with a questioning look, amazed at the question but also at the captain's relaxed and not at all violent behavior.
"Sergeant, bring me that thing ...". A sergeant immediately entered the cell with a canvas bag in his hand.
Claire was seriously worried. Throughout the day the fortress had been animated by an unusual activity. The doors slammed constantly, the corridors were filled with Blackwood's screams and the girls' tears. They had kept it last and it was a bad sign: Blackwood would have had enough time with her to have fun. He deeply hated the man. She had already caught her twice: the first time only the arrival of what would become her husband had saved her from the most hateful rape: Blackwood had already tied her and bent her belly over the large table in her office. He had then lifted her skirts by carrying them on his back and thus discovering the dagger that he kept in his boot for personal defense. With that dagger he had fun teasing her naked nipple while with his other hand he unbuttoned his trousers and prepared to assfuck her with sadistic pleasure. She had been saved in extremis by Jamie, who had climbed the wall of the fortress with her bare hands where she was locked up and entered through the window.
The second time she had been less fortunate, because this time it was Jamie who had fallen into Blackwood's hands and she had tried in vain to save him. He had helplessly witnessed the brutal torture the officer had inflicted on Jamie, including the nail he had stabbed in the hand with a hammer. Then, violating the promise made to his prisoner, he had dragged her away and instead of freeing her he had raped her all night, insisting particularly on anal violence, which he particularly preferred.
After her and Jamie's daring escape from that prison, she had never seen Blackwood again until the Battle of Culloden, in which she was convinced that he had been killed on the field. So seeing him again in his own home, just at such an intimate moment, while he was taking a bath, had been a shocking and tremendously shocking experience for Claire.
He quickly recited a silent prayer as the door of his cell was opened and two guards rushed in, followed by the captain, who was holding a rope in his hand.
Claire stepped back to the wall, now heedless to cover her nakedness in front of the three men. He only managed to shout "Leave me, pigs!" And to wriggle uselessly, while the two grabbed her firmly by the arms and dragged her to the center of the cell, where the table was.
"Tie her up!" Blackwood simply said, who remained to enjoy the spectacle of the woman's impotence, while the two forced her to sit on the table, folded her back and stopped her in the same humiliating position in which the captain had tied her on the captain's sofa: the thighs open, with the arms to lock them with the inside of the elbow in contact with the inside of the legs just behind the knees. It was as if it were packed, like an object to be transported, and the journey ahead was certainly not pleasant. Left alone, Blackwood approached his victim: he towered over her in a pose that said all the power he had over her. Claire, tied in that humiliating and defenseless pose, trembled within herself but tried not to show it.
"I came to see her for three good reasons: the first is that, from what we learned, today your husband managed to escape arrest, we still don't know how. His capture is a matter of days, hundreds of men are on his trace ... ". A faint hope rekindled in Claire's heart: Jamie would have sold her soul to the devil to free her. It was not all lost.
"If you want to see him still alive, I advise you to tell me where he may have hidden."
"I don't know where he is hiding, he has lived away from me for three years and we have rarely seen each other since. But even if I knew it, I would never tell you, I would never betray Jamie for anything in the world. You will never take him! Jamie is a hundred, a thousand times better than you! ".
"In this case I promise you that I will decorate your cell with his head as soon as we have taken it. The second reason why I am here is the offer that I make you to recognize the faults of which you are accused with a written deed that I have here ready. Do it and I will ask the judge to be merciful in his sentence. "
"You are crazy to believe that I would ever sign such a thing!"
"All right. As you can see, I asked you kindly, since you accused me of not being a gentleman. I am certainly not here to rape you, although perhaps you think otherwise. There is one last thing I have to ask you and it concerns an object that we have found in your home and that I do not understand what it is and what it is for ... ". Claire looked at him with a questioning look, amazed at the question but also at the captain's relaxed and not at all violent behavior.
"Sergeant, bring me that thing ...". A sergeant immediately entered the cell with a canvas bag in his hand.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
When he was gone, Blackwood put his hand in the sack and when he took it out, Claire felt he was dying: in Blackwood's hand there was a gigantic dark wooden phallus. It had been his small folly, which he had committed the previous year during a visit to New Orleans in the French possessions. It was in the shape of a human penis but the dimensions were those of a pony's organ. It had been the effect of a temporary madness, due to Jamie's nostalgia and the madness that breathed in that unscrupulous city. Once purchased he had to keep it always hidden from servants and Jamie those times he visited her. But he had never used it for the purpose for which he had bought it because the dimensions were so exaggerated that it did not adapt in any way to his body and, almost certainly, to the body of any woman. On his evenings of solitude he contented himself with stroking him, sometimes kissing him while masturbating or rubbing himself over the vulva, but he had never tried to put it between his thighs. In Blackwood's hands, that object had turned from an instrument of pleasure into a formidable instrument of torture.
The captain observed his lost and shameful gaze with evident satisfaction: the sight of that object, symbol of his moment of weakness, was enough to evaporate all his safety and transform it into a defenseless prey. Blackwood grinning brought the prodigious phallus to her face and said ironically: "We asked ourselves, when we found it, what it is. It was under your pillow but it is too hard to sleep on it ... It reminds me of something familiar but not I know ... What do you say, Madame?
"... It's just ... a joke, ... a memory of a trip ..."
"You must have visited Africa then, Madame, it must be local crafts ... And how is it used? ...
"Please ... leave me alone! ..." Claire burst into tears, completely defeated as he brought the object close to her mouth.
"I suppose it's a kind of toy, or maybe it's a sweet treat? YES? It seems to me fragrant ... Try to feel a little what it tastes like! ...". But Claire turned her face away with a moan of shame. "Choose you, Madame: either open your mouth right away or I will open your other mouth on the opposite side, the narrower and more exposed one to be clear, with this toy, so dry, as it is now."
A new long moan came out of the woman's mouth, who, defeated, resigned herself to obey and stuck her tongue out. Satisfied Blackwood put his big penis on it and made him lick it avidly.
"Good my little bitch, do you like your bone, huh? Su lick it well ... You have a long tongue when it comes to betraying our king and lapping the cunts of other sluts like you ... Show me how you can wrap it all around, here on the tip and all the way ... Good, so ... .. "It was tremendously humiliating for Claire to perform every whim that her tormentor asked her. After the first moment of resistance and modesty had passed, the woman was now doing everything without discussion and without the slightest opposition but within herself she was dying of shame, as if Jamie were there to look at her. The perfidious officer was never satisfied to see her lick the long and thick black rod all along its length and to wrap his tongue around the phallus, like the most ignoble of the sluts. When the cock was completely wet and slippery with spittle, Blackwood removed it from his mouth and with a treacherous look he stared at his anus. Claire trembled, sobbed, and finally screamed when the man brought her massive rounded wooden tip to the hole hidden between her buttocks.
"You are too greedy, Claire. Do you know what my grandmother said when I took more sweets than I could eat? She said that you shouldn't have eyes bigger than your mouth ... Let's see if your mouth is too small to this bite ... "
"NOOOOOO !!! Please have pity !!! He cannot enter, he cannot enter! He is too big! Please, he will kill me !!!"
"I bent your husband by sticking a nail in his hand, remember? I think that to tame someone like you it takes a ... nail ... much ... much bigger, .. like this for example. I have the impression that you suddenly came want to sign that confession, Claire. Or am I wrong? "
"I'll sign! free me and I will sign immediately! Please don't put it there, I beg you! ... "
“And why waste so much beautiful spittle, sweetness? You will sign anyway ... "the captain replied prefidly pushing the tip of the glans beyond the narrow and elastic opening of the anus and sticking the rod in the ass for at least six inches. Claire's scream filled all the dungeons of the fortress.
When he was gone, Blackwood put his hand in the sack and when he took it out, Claire felt he was dying: in Blackwood's hand there was a gigantic dark wooden phallus. It had been his small folly, which he had committed the previous year during a visit to New Orleans in the French possessions. It was in the shape of a human penis but the dimensions were those of a pony's organ. It had been the effect of a temporary madness, due to Jamie's nostalgia and the madness that breathed in that unscrupulous city. Once purchased he had to keep it always hidden from servants and Jamie those times he visited her. But he had never used it for the purpose for which he had bought it because the dimensions were so exaggerated that it did not adapt in any way to his body and, almost certainly, to the body of any woman. On his evenings of solitude he contented himself with stroking him, sometimes kissing him while masturbating or rubbing himself over the vulva, but he had never tried to put it between his thighs. In Blackwood's hands, that object had turned from an instrument of pleasure into a formidable instrument of torture.
The captain observed his lost and shameful gaze with evident satisfaction: the sight of that object, symbol of his moment of weakness, was enough to evaporate all his safety and transform it into a defenseless prey. Blackwood grinning brought the prodigious phallus to her face and said ironically: "We asked ourselves, when we found it, what it is. It was under your pillow but it is too hard to sleep on it ... It reminds me of something familiar but not I know ... What do you say, Madame?
"... It's just ... a joke, ... a memory of a trip ..."
"You must have visited Africa then, Madame, it must be local crafts ... And how is it used? ...
"Please ... leave me alone! ..." Claire burst into tears, completely defeated as he brought the object close to her mouth.
"I suppose it's a kind of toy, or maybe it's a sweet treat? YES? It seems to me fragrant ... Try to feel a little what it tastes like! ...". But Claire turned her face away with a moan of shame. "Choose you, Madame: either open your mouth right away or I will open your other mouth on the opposite side, the narrower and more exposed one to be clear, with this toy, so dry, as it is now."
A new long moan came out of the woman's mouth, who, defeated, resigned herself to obey and stuck her tongue out. Satisfied Blackwood put his big penis on it and made him lick it avidly.
"Good my little bitch, do you like your bone, huh? Su lick it well ... You have a long tongue when it comes to betraying our king and lapping the cunts of other sluts like you ... Show me how you can wrap it all around, here on the tip and all the way ... Good, so ... .. "It was tremendously humiliating for Claire to perform every whim that her tormentor asked her. After the first moment of resistance and modesty had passed, the woman was now doing everything without discussion and without the slightest opposition but within herself she was dying of shame, as if Jamie were there to look at her. The perfidious officer was never satisfied to see her lick the long and thick black rod all along its length and to wrap his tongue around the phallus, like the most ignoble of the sluts. When the cock was completely wet and slippery with spittle, Blackwood removed it from his mouth and with a treacherous look he stared at his anus. Claire trembled, sobbed, and finally screamed when the man brought her massive rounded wooden tip to the hole hidden between her buttocks.
"You are too greedy, Claire. Do you know what my grandmother said when I took more sweets than I could eat? She said that you shouldn't have eyes bigger than your mouth ... Let's see if your mouth is too small to this bite ... "
"NOOOOOO !!! Please have pity !!! He cannot enter, he cannot enter! He is too big! Please, he will kill me !!!"
"I bent your husband by sticking a nail in his hand, remember? I think that to tame someone like you it takes a ... nail ... much ... much bigger, .. like this for example. I have the impression that you suddenly came want to sign that confession, Claire. Or am I wrong? "
"I'll sign! free me and I will sign immediately! Please don't put it there, I beg you! ... "
“And why waste so much beautiful spittle, sweetness? You will sign anyway ... "the captain replied prefidly pushing the tip of the glans beyond the narrow and elastic opening of the anus and sticking the rod in the ass for at least six inches. Claire's scream filled all the dungeons of the fortress.
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Magistrate
- continiation -
Not satisfied, the soldier withdrew the large tool for a few inches, until he touched the sphincter with the glans penis, which being bigger than the rest of the rod, had made a lot of resistance to enter as well as to exit; and then, ferociously pushed it all back into the rectum for another five inches. Claire screamed like crazy, under the amused gaze of Blackwood, who began to probe the internal canal with a constant rhythm that pierced the tender anal orifice. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster and more brutally, while Claire had lost voice and tears. At the end, after five interminable minutes of that atrocious torture, the torturer removed the huge intruder from her ass and observed him closely with a disgusted air.
“You really made a mess, Claire. See how you have reduced your toy! ". With a look dazed by the unheard of suffering, Claire put her eyes on the rod that Blackwood placed in front of her: it was streaked with blood and excrement, the smell was unbearable, like the pangs of pain that came from her torn asshole, which who knows if he would ever return as before. "It was so beautiful a little while ago, look a little now how dirty it is. Clean it! ". There was no doubt about the way he wanted Claire to clean it. She whimpered in despair, she was exhausted and aching, humiliated to her most intimate corner. He closed his eyes and turned his disgusted head.
“Open that fucking mouth of yours or I'll force this cock inside you by force, at the cost of breaking all your teeth. You will be beautiful next time your Jamie sees you, toothless like an eighty year old…! ”At the thought of Jamie and looking ugly in front of him, she could not resist anymore and her last forces opened her mouth again and with her tongue he licked the bottom of the rod, from the testicles to the tip, under the amused gaze of the captain.
"Good, you already know the technique ... do a good job, bitch, you really are a specialist in this field ... If you will save your neck from the halter I want to be your first customer, or better, your first owner ..."
Claire sobbed at those words and continued to clean the big wooden cock with her tongue, cursing herself for having bought it that day. When Blackwood had amused himself enough to see her humiliated to eat his own shit, he put the phallus back in the sack and called the two guards who remained at the door.
"Untie it and bring me the pen and the ink!" Claire thanked the sky that her torment was over. He took the pen and with a firm hand he signed the sheet at the bottom. Then, with an unsteady step, she went to the bed to lie on her stomach and rest, but she was promptly blocked by four strong hands and brought back to the table. Blackwood made a more than explicit gesture to them: he wanted her tied back to the table but this time on his stomach and the two soldiers hurried to perform.
"Nooo! You promised! You promised you wouldn't rap me! Liar, damn coward! "
“My dear, I am a man of speech. I promised you I would not rape you and I keep what I said. But there is a mutual friend who has come to visit us, someone who loves you and wants you particularly. "
Claire's thoughts immediately went to Jamie. He said he had fled, instead he was here, he had perhaps heard her scream and he had been helpless and desperate without being able to help her. And now he would have seen her like that, tied naked on her stomach on that table, with her legs open and her pussy and ass exposed to her sight, especially her horribly dilated and bleeding ass. He wept bitterly, pronouncing Jamie's name between sobs.
Blackwood looked amused by that scene. "But no, Madame! What do you say? I told you I'm a man of speech and that your Jamie escaped us, unfortunately. No, I was referring to another friend of yours. “Claire saw him in front of her make a gesture towards the door behind her, then she heard the sound of light footsteps and before her eyes the figure of Devil materialized. He had a lost, dazed look, and his large red rod emerged from his scabbard like a sword of fire. "I had to keep him inside one day next to a bitch in heat to make him ready for your first night - Blackwood whispered treacherously - I am sure that his cock will not make you regret the loss of Jamie. Yes indeed we have already taken it up and will soon be hanged. But your transformation from an arrogant and hopeful woman to a bitch screwed in the ass and fucked by a dog I didn't want to miss…. ”. The dog keeper raised the beast with its front legs on the table and the great dane wriggled a little before finding the crack between the sexual lips of the woman who was screaming desperately.
Not satisfied, the soldier withdrew the large tool for a few inches, until he touched the sphincter with the glans penis, which being bigger than the rest of the rod, had made a lot of resistance to enter as well as to exit; and then, ferociously pushed it all back into the rectum for another five inches. Claire screamed like crazy, under the amused gaze of Blackwood, who began to probe the internal canal with a constant rhythm that pierced the tender anal orifice. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster and more brutally, while Claire had lost voice and tears. At the end, after five interminable minutes of that atrocious torture, the torturer removed the huge intruder from her ass and observed him closely with a disgusted air.
“You really made a mess, Claire. See how you have reduced your toy! ". With a look dazed by the unheard of suffering, Claire put her eyes on the rod that Blackwood placed in front of her: it was streaked with blood and excrement, the smell was unbearable, like the pangs of pain that came from her torn asshole, which who knows if he would ever return as before. "It was so beautiful a little while ago, look a little now how dirty it is. Clean it! ". There was no doubt about the way he wanted Claire to clean it. She whimpered in despair, she was exhausted and aching, humiliated to her most intimate corner. He closed his eyes and turned his disgusted head.
“Open that fucking mouth of yours or I'll force this cock inside you by force, at the cost of breaking all your teeth. You will be beautiful next time your Jamie sees you, toothless like an eighty year old…! ”At the thought of Jamie and looking ugly in front of him, she could not resist anymore and her last forces opened her mouth again and with her tongue he licked the bottom of the rod, from the testicles to the tip, under the amused gaze of the captain.
"Good, you already know the technique ... do a good job, bitch, you really are a specialist in this field ... If you will save your neck from the halter I want to be your first customer, or better, your first owner ..."
Claire sobbed at those words and continued to clean the big wooden cock with her tongue, cursing herself for having bought it that day. When Blackwood had amused himself enough to see her humiliated to eat his own shit, he put the phallus back in the sack and called the two guards who remained at the door.
"Untie it and bring me the pen and the ink!" Claire thanked the sky that her torment was over. He took the pen and with a firm hand he signed the sheet at the bottom. Then, with an unsteady step, she went to the bed to lie on her stomach and rest, but she was promptly blocked by four strong hands and brought back to the table. Blackwood made a more than explicit gesture to them: he wanted her tied back to the table but this time on his stomach and the two soldiers hurried to perform.
"Nooo! You promised! You promised you wouldn't rap me! Liar, damn coward! "
“My dear, I am a man of speech. I promised you I would not rape you and I keep what I said. But there is a mutual friend who has come to visit us, someone who loves you and wants you particularly. "
Claire's thoughts immediately went to Jamie. He said he had fled, instead he was here, he had perhaps heard her scream and he had been helpless and desperate without being able to help her. And now he would have seen her like that, tied naked on her stomach on that table, with her legs open and her pussy and ass exposed to her sight, especially her horribly dilated and bleeding ass. He wept bitterly, pronouncing Jamie's name between sobs.
Blackwood looked amused by that scene. "But no, Madame! What do you say? I told you I'm a man of speech and that your Jamie escaped us, unfortunately. No, I was referring to another friend of yours. “Claire saw him in front of her make a gesture towards the door behind her, then she heard the sound of light footsteps and before her eyes the figure of Devil materialized. He had a lost, dazed look, and his large red rod emerged from his scabbard like a sword of fire. "I had to keep him inside one day next to a bitch in heat to make him ready for your first night - Blackwood whispered treacherously - I am sure that his cock will not make you regret the loss of Jamie. Yes indeed we have already taken it up and will soon be hanged. But your transformation from an arrogant and hopeful woman to a bitch screwed in the ass and fucked by a dog I didn't want to miss…. ”. The dog keeper raised the beast with its front legs on the table and the great dane wriggled a little before finding the crack between the sexual lips of the woman who was screaming desperately.
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- continuation -
Blackwood filled her mouth with a dirty rag. "We shouldn't scare your lover ... Last time he was a little disappointed, you know, he is naturally used to mating in the canine way and I bet that you too, as a good bitch, prefer this position. And then the other time he limited himself to the foreplay with your great pleasure but with his great disappointment, so now you will excuse him if he will immediately aim at his goal, after a day of excitement he can't resist anymore. She can't wait to fuck her bitch ... and you too can finally satisfy your widowhood's abstinence. So now you are both satisfied!... "- And just then the dog found what he was looking for and threw himself into it with animal ferocity. Claire screamed with all her breath. The rod of the dog went all over his female channel in a flash and began to fuck him with fury, regardless of the woman's strangled scream. At each lunge the scream was repeated, while the table was being shaken by the big dog's kidney strokes, which he screwed like a madman, eager only to vent all the excitement repressed for a day. The rod rubbed the narrow channel that was heating up only for a mechanical matter, without obeying the brain or heart of Claire, who did not want and indeed fought that reaction of his body. But her body, stimulated in the crushed and rubbed clitoris on the wooden table top and in the most secret and sensitive point inside her now drenched female channel, was now stronger than she and her last moral forces that kept her alive. A long excruciating lament from Claire made it clear to Blackwood that the big knot of the beast's cock had stuck deep into the woman's vagina and was now painfully swelling, to block the precious male semen inside the body of the female possessed. The cock of the animal remained stuck inside Claire's vagina and now the bucking of the beast causes her unspeakable suffering at the height of the vulva that was torn open, while the canal responded to the last blows with a thrill of animal waiting and a sinister tremor. Claire tightened her eyes closed and warm tears streaked her cheeks when the excited vagina, obeying the rules of nature, began to contract around her big and hard intruder. And when the warm flow invaded her from inside, Claire arched her back and neck, stifling the scream of her most abject orgasm in the rag.
"The dog is the man's best friend, they say ..., but also ...of some women, aren't they, Claire?" Blackwood whispered treacherously in her ear before he passed out.
Blackwood filled her mouth with a dirty rag. "We shouldn't scare your lover ... Last time he was a little disappointed, you know, he is naturally used to mating in the canine way and I bet that you too, as a good bitch, prefer this position. And then the other time he limited himself to the foreplay with your great pleasure but with his great disappointment, so now you will excuse him if he will immediately aim at his goal, after a day of excitement he can't resist anymore. She can't wait to fuck her bitch ... and you too can finally satisfy your widowhood's abstinence. So now you are both satisfied!... "- And just then the dog found what he was looking for and threw himself into it with animal ferocity. Claire screamed with all her breath. The rod of the dog went all over his female channel in a flash and began to fuck him with fury, regardless of the woman's strangled scream. At each lunge the scream was repeated, while the table was being shaken by the big dog's kidney strokes, which he screwed like a madman, eager only to vent all the excitement repressed for a day. The rod rubbed the narrow channel that was heating up only for a mechanical matter, without obeying the brain or heart of Claire, who did not want and indeed fought that reaction of his body. But her body, stimulated in the crushed and rubbed clitoris on the wooden table top and in the most secret and sensitive point inside her now drenched female channel, was now stronger than she and her last moral forces that kept her alive. A long excruciating lament from Claire made it clear to Blackwood that the big knot of the beast's cock had stuck deep into the woman's vagina and was now painfully swelling, to block the precious male semen inside the body of the female possessed. The cock of the animal remained stuck inside Claire's vagina and now the bucking of the beast causes her unspeakable suffering at the height of the vulva that was torn open, while the canal responded to the last blows with a thrill of animal waiting and a sinister tremor. Claire tightened her eyes closed and warm tears streaked her cheeks when the excited vagina, obeying the rules of nature, began to contract around her big and hard intruder. And when the warm flow invaded her from inside, Claire arched her back and neck, stifling the scream of her most abject orgasm in the rag.
"The dog is the man's best friend, they say ..., but also ...of some women, aren't they, Claire?" Blackwood whispered treacherously in her ear before he passed out.
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Magistrate
Chapter 18
"The process"
“Enter the court! Presiding by Honorable Judge George O'Connor. "
“The defendants get up and take those hands out of their bodies: the court and the public have the right to see how shameless they are in their real nature, who had no modesty when I came to interrogate them in prison. I will also remember this in my sentence, do not doubt! "
"Your Honor, we are innocent! We have been humiliated, raped, forced to sign false confessions just to save us from horrible torture ... "
"Be quiet, defendant Hamilton! You will talk when I give you the option! "
"But Your Honor! ..."
"Be silent or at the next intemperance, you will receive ten barrel strokes on the buttocks, here in this courtroom, in front of everyone! ... Well I see that we understand each other! ... I will not tolerate confusion in my courtroom.
"Your Honor, I humbly ask to speak!"
"Talk to the president of the popular jury, the distinguished Dr. Johnson!"
“Your Honor, you must excuse my request, but I note that many of the jurors have not fully understood the meaning of some accusations on which this trial is concerned. I refer to the fact that the defendants are said to have masturbated in their sessions, alone or with each other, to the point of obtaining pleasure. Well, some of the jurors, honest husbands and fathers of the family, cannot understand how a woman can ever masturbate, being without the male organ. The jurors, all good and honest Christians, have never practiced the sinful masturbatory practice but they know the concept by hearsay, while it has never been heard that a woman, by nature devoid of the penis and the physical demonstration of her enjoyment, can to produce to herself that same male pleasure that she does not feel even in the sacred conjugal coitus ... It would be necessary, in the supreme interest of justice, a practical demonstration "
“I understand your question, president of the jury. The defendants stand in front of the public, and in view of the jury and proceed to masturbate until the pleasure contested is reached. And, since we are not here to indulge in vices but only to fulfill a duty of truth, the last one who reaches this goal will receive immediately after ten barrel strokes on the buttocks. The jury will want to dispense me from this show, which I have already witnessed in spite of myself ... "
Among the audience's shouts of jubilation the girls were lined up in front of the balustrade, red with shame, some standing, others crouching but all with their legs open and their cunts well visible to the public and to the popular jury and forced to fondle sex and breasts with their trembling fingers. Occasionally, if any of them showed signs of slowing down, she was beaten on the buttocks by a diligent guardian. That was an all too pressing invitation to hurry and in a few minutes they all groaned aloud, some collapsed to the ground in humiliation and shame and in the end they were all in tears.
"The process"
“Enter the court! Presiding by Honorable Judge George O'Connor. "
“The defendants get up and take those hands out of their bodies: the court and the public have the right to see how shameless they are in their real nature, who had no modesty when I came to interrogate them in prison. I will also remember this in my sentence, do not doubt! "
"Your Honor, we are innocent! We have been humiliated, raped, forced to sign false confessions just to save us from horrible torture ... "
"Be quiet, defendant Hamilton! You will talk when I give you the option! "
"But Your Honor! ..."
"Be silent or at the next intemperance, you will receive ten barrel strokes on the buttocks, here in this courtroom, in front of everyone! ... Well I see that we understand each other! ... I will not tolerate confusion in my courtroom.
"Your Honor, I humbly ask to speak!"
"Talk to the president of the popular jury, the distinguished Dr. Johnson!"
“Your Honor, you must excuse my request, but I note that many of the jurors have not fully understood the meaning of some accusations on which this trial is concerned. I refer to the fact that the defendants are said to have masturbated in their sessions, alone or with each other, to the point of obtaining pleasure. Well, some of the jurors, honest husbands and fathers of the family, cannot understand how a woman can ever masturbate, being without the male organ. The jurors, all good and honest Christians, have never practiced the sinful masturbatory practice but they know the concept by hearsay, while it has never been heard that a woman, by nature devoid of the penis and the physical demonstration of her enjoyment, can to produce to herself that same male pleasure that she does not feel even in the sacred conjugal coitus ... It would be necessary, in the supreme interest of justice, a practical demonstration "
“I understand your question, president of the jury. The defendants stand in front of the public, and in view of the jury and proceed to masturbate until the pleasure contested is reached. And, since we are not here to indulge in vices but only to fulfill a duty of truth, the last one who reaches this goal will receive immediately after ten barrel strokes on the buttocks. The jury will want to dispense me from this show, which I have already witnessed in spite of myself ... "
Among the audience's shouts of jubilation the girls were lined up in front of the balustrade, red with shame, some standing, others crouching but all with their legs open and their cunts well visible to the public and to the popular jury and forced to fondle sex and breasts with their trembling fingers. Occasionally, if any of them showed signs of slowing down, she was beaten on the buttocks by a diligent guardian. That was an all too pressing invitation to hurry and in a few minutes they all groaned aloud, some collapsed to the ground in humiliation and shame and in the end they were all in tears.
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Magistrate
- continuation -
"Barbara Adamson, you are accused of conspiracy against the crown, espionage and immoral acts practiced on your body alone and together with other individuals of the same sex, against the rules dictated by Nature. How do you declare yourself? "
"Your Honor, please ... I can't say these things ... in front of my father ..."
“Would you like to deny, you dirty shame that you were surprised when you were arrested while you were engaged in the unclean practice of masturbation? Do you deny it? "
"... no, ... Your Honor ... - sigh -..."
"And would you like to deny that obscene books were found in your house for images and content?"
"... no, ... Your Honor ..."
“Barbara Adamson, I repeat the question to you: how do you declare yourself? guilty or innocent? "
"... guilty, Your Honor ..."
"Deborah Warren, from your confession and from the examination just performed on your body in this courtroom emerged that you fornicated, losing the precious gift of your purity. How do you declare yourself accused? "
"It's not true! I have not fornicated! I was taken by force, against my will! "
“And who would be the culprit of this crime? Be careful not to accuse an honest man because the dishonor you want to cast on him would fall on you, you filthy slut! "
"I ... it's true, Your Honor, ... I'm guilty ..."
"Honorable Governor Glifton should come to court to speak on behalf of his slave, temporarily assigned to his office, the accused Elizabeth Allison Hamilton!"
"Your Honor, I can affirm under oath that I have received the sworn testimony of the defendant's father, who not only accuses her of complicity in the sisterhood of the so-called Daugthers of Liberty but recognizes one of the most active inspirers and organizers. She would make the family assets available to the defendants, entrusted to her by her grandfather, father of the witness himself: houses, money, jewelry, and a large amount of gold. Apart from the buildings, everything that was of value and was removable was not found at the time of the inventory, with serious damage to the government of this Cologne, which had the right to take possession of these assets. . In addition, the accused would have been devoted to the most foul sexual practices for years, for which she has already been sentenced by this court and would therefore be a repeat offender. It would have been she who induced the defendants, all of a young age, to yield to her unclean cravings to satisfy her sinful whims. What I say can be confirmed by the valiant Captain Johnatan Blackwood, present here as the representative of the accusation. It seems that even in captivity he did not change his vicious attitude but rather joined carnally with another defendant. Of course, I know the defendant only for office reasons. My daughter Peggy, her faithful and affectionate friend once, will be able to give a more detailed account of the character of the defendant ... "
"Barbara Adamson, you are accused of conspiracy against the crown, espionage and immoral acts practiced on your body alone and together with other individuals of the same sex, against the rules dictated by Nature. How do you declare yourself? "
"Your Honor, please ... I can't say these things ... in front of my father ..."
“Would you like to deny, you dirty shame that you were surprised when you were arrested while you were engaged in the unclean practice of masturbation? Do you deny it? "
"... no, ... Your Honor ... - sigh -..."
"And would you like to deny that obscene books were found in your house for images and content?"
"... no, ... Your Honor ..."
“Barbara Adamson, I repeat the question to you: how do you declare yourself? guilty or innocent? "
"... guilty, Your Honor ..."
"Deborah Warren, from your confession and from the examination just performed on your body in this courtroom emerged that you fornicated, losing the precious gift of your purity. How do you declare yourself accused? "
"It's not true! I have not fornicated! I was taken by force, against my will! "
“And who would be the culprit of this crime? Be careful not to accuse an honest man because the dishonor you want to cast on him would fall on you, you filthy slut! "
"I ... it's true, Your Honor, ... I'm guilty ..."
"Honorable Governor Glifton should come to court to speak on behalf of his slave, temporarily assigned to his office, the accused Elizabeth Allison Hamilton!"
"Your Honor, I can affirm under oath that I have received the sworn testimony of the defendant's father, who not only accuses her of complicity in the sisterhood of the so-called Daugthers of Liberty but recognizes one of the most active inspirers and organizers. She would make the family assets available to the defendants, entrusted to her by her grandfather, father of the witness himself: houses, money, jewelry, and a large amount of gold. Apart from the buildings, everything that was of value and was removable was not found at the time of the inventory, with serious damage to the government of this Cologne, which had the right to take possession of these assets. . In addition, the accused would have been devoted to the most foul sexual practices for years, for which she has already been sentenced by this court and would therefore be a repeat offender. It would have been she who induced the defendants, all of a young age, to yield to her unclean cravings to satisfy her sinful whims. What I say can be confirmed by the valiant Captain Johnatan Blackwood, present here as the representative of the accusation. It seems that even in captivity he did not change his vicious attitude but rather joined carnally with another defendant. Of course, I know the defendant only for office reasons. My daughter Peggy, her faithful and affectionate friend once, will be able to give a more detailed account of the character of the defendant ... "
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Magistrate
- continuation -
"Show up to testify Miss Margareth Glifton!"
"Miss Glifton, what can you tell us about the character of the defendant we still don't know? ..."
“Indeed, Prosecutor Blackwood, much has been said about what the miss, pardon, the slave Elizabeth Hamiton has done on my plantation, before her foul habits were discovered. I must say I am sorry because even with me from the beginning she had shown sinful attentions but I had naturally rejected her and I counted that my friendship and my example of morality were enough to bring her back on the right path. Instead, a few days after her arrival at my plantation, I surprised her in the barn, completely naked, which lured my best slaves like the most vulgar of the whores. They are simple people, dedicated to work but with animal instincts and therefore she did not struggle much to win their attention. And with the voracity that is a sign of his vice, he wanted to have them all together, all five ... "
"It's not true! Damn! you deceived me and dragged me where your slaves raped me under your eyes, after you had tortured me first! ...!
"The defendant had already been advised at the beginning of this trial that I would not tolerate interruptions or intemperances. Sheriff, tie the defendant to the balustrade, bent with her belly over the bar and give her ten strokes of cane on her bare buttocks. Continue your deposition, Miss Glifton "
"I was saying, Your Honor, that I caught her on my knees astride one of my niggas, lying on the ground, getting fucked in that unclean pussy of hers, and while at the same time sucking another's cock and with her hands masturbating two more ...
"... But they do four ... oh!"
"Yes, Your Honor, he was satisfying the fifth with the sin of Sodom, and it was my most gifted slave, he had chosen him above all for this ..."
"It's not true! ... It's not true! ..."
"The accused should be silent and stop screaming with each blow because it disturbs the progress of the trial. Sheriff, you're going to give ten more blows to this unrepentant's buttocks after finishing the top ten! "
“But that's not the most upsetting thing she has done. There is something else that has not been leaked out of the horror I still feel at the thought ... "
"In the name of justice, I invite you to speak without hesitation and in front of the whole community!"
"Noooooo!"
"The defendant is silent! Sheriff, you already know what you have to do ... "
“We kept her under surveillance in the house and I had threatened to kill anyone of my slaves who would lend themselves to satisfy her foul pleasures. Well, one morning we found her asleep next to old Sam, who she had emptied of all strength after a whole night of pleasures. I had to shoot it down! ... sorry, Your Honor, it was a very hard blow for my plantation, the best male breeding pig in the whole county ... "
Female horror cries, male laughter, loud whistles, insults and vulgar comments. And above all, the sound of barrel shots and Elizabeth's cries and tears.
“Silence in the courtroom! ... Silence! ... you can go, Miss Glifton ... "
"Show up to testify Miss Margareth Glifton!"
"Miss Glifton, what can you tell us about the character of the defendant we still don't know? ..."
“Indeed, Prosecutor Blackwood, much has been said about what the miss, pardon, the slave Elizabeth Hamiton has done on my plantation, before her foul habits were discovered. I must say I am sorry because even with me from the beginning she had shown sinful attentions but I had naturally rejected her and I counted that my friendship and my example of morality were enough to bring her back on the right path. Instead, a few days after her arrival at my plantation, I surprised her in the barn, completely naked, which lured my best slaves like the most vulgar of the whores. They are simple people, dedicated to work but with animal instincts and therefore she did not struggle much to win their attention. And with the voracity that is a sign of his vice, he wanted to have them all together, all five ... "
"It's not true! Damn! you deceived me and dragged me where your slaves raped me under your eyes, after you had tortured me first! ...!
"The defendant had already been advised at the beginning of this trial that I would not tolerate interruptions or intemperances. Sheriff, tie the defendant to the balustrade, bent with her belly over the bar and give her ten strokes of cane on her bare buttocks. Continue your deposition, Miss Glifton "
"I was saying, Your Honor, that I caught her on my knees astride one of my niggas, lying on the ground, getting fucked in that unclean pussy of hers, and while at the same time sucking another's cock and with her hands masturbating two more ...
"... But they do four ... oh!"
"Yes, Your Honor, he was satisfying the fifth with the sin of Sodom, and it was my most gifted slave, he had chosen him above all for this ..."
"It's not true! ... It's not true! ..."
"The accused should be silent and stop screaming with each blow because it disturbs the progress of the trial. Sheriff, you're going to give ten more blows to this unrepentant's buttocks after finishing the top ten! "
“But that's not the most upsetting thing she has done. There is something else that has not been leaked out of the horror I still feel at the thought ... "
"In the name of justice, I invite you to speak without hesitation and in front of the whole community!"
"Noooooo!"
"The defendant is silent! Sheriff, you already know what you have to do ... "
“We kept her under surveillance in the house and I had threatened to kill anyone of my slaves who would lend themselves to satisfy her foul pleasures. Well, one morning we found her asleep next to old Sam, who she had emptied of all strength after a whole night of pleasures. I had to shoot it down! ... sorry, Your Honor, it was a very hard blow for my plantation, the best male breeding pig in the whole county ... "
Female horror cries, male laughter, loud whistles, insults and vulgar comments. And above all, the sound of barrel shots and Elizabeth's cries and tears.
“Silence in the courtroom! ... Silence! ... you can go, Miss Glifton ... "
jjjack
Magistrate
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"Lieutenant Green, you are on General Brantford's staff, aren't you?"
"Yes Prosecutor Blackwood"
"And what can you tell us about the character of the accused Claire Beauchamp, to fully understand his behavior and his ideas towards our beloved King George III and his glorious army?"
“Well, among the papers found in his home a whole collection of obscene books emerged, evidently the same used in the sessions in which the accused gathered. From investigations carried out by the command of General Greenfield emerged a letter found on a suspect who was said to be the husband who was said to have died: a letter in which the defendant confirmed his perverse passion for sexual relations with other women, in especially with the defendants present here, but also with ... animals ..
"Noooo! You can't do this! "
"The defendant wrote to her husband that she would have preferred to mate with a dog rather than a soldier of Her Majesty."
"In a metaphorical sense, of course ..."
"I would not say Your Honor, because he gave us an explicit demonstration of this in front of our legitimate amazement, getting fucked by the great Dane of General Brantford. She asked to still have him while she was being held, as a reward after telling us where to find her husband who recently fled... "
"It's false! Cochon! Fils de pute !!! Espèce de con! "
"Silence! Sheriff, go ahead! twenty barrel shots! "
"In fact, this last expression of the defendant reminds me of another evidence found in his home ... this strange object ... that I bring to your attention, Your Honor.
"My God, Prosecutor Blackwood, there are ladies in the courtroom if we neglect the defendants. This object is... monstrous ... "
"You handle it with care, Your Honor: as you can guess from its ... smell ... it has been used recently ...
"Good heavens! ... Sodomy! ... Sheriff, put some more energy into those shots !!!
"Lieutenant Green, you are on General Brantford's staff, aren't you?"
"Yes Prosecutor Blackwood"
"And what can you tell us about the character of the accused Claire Beauchamp, to fully understand his behavior and his ideas towards our beloved King George III and his glorious army?"
“Well, among the papers found in his home a whole collection of obscene books emerged, evidently the same used in the sessions in which the accused gathered. From investigations carried out by the command of General Greenfield emerged a letter found on a suspect who was said to be the husband who was said to have died: a letter in which the defendant confirmed his perverse passion for sexual relations with other women, in especially with the defendants present here, but also with ... animals ..
"Noooo! You can't do this! "
"The defendant wrote to her husband that she would have preferred to mate with a dog rather than a soldier of Her Majesty."
"In a metaphorical sense, of course ..."
"I would not say Your Honor, because he gave us an explicit demonstration of this in front of our legitimate amazement, getting fucked by the great Dane of General Brantford. She asked to still have him while she was being held, as a reward after telling us where to find her husband who recently fled... "
"It's false! Cochon! Fils de pute !!! Espèce de con! "
"Silence! Sheriff, go ahead! twenty barrel shots! "
"In fact, this last expression of the defendant reminds me of another evidence found in his home ... this strange object ... that I bring to your attention, Your Honor.
"My God, Prosecutor Blackwood, there are ladies in the courtroom if we neglect the defendants. This object is... monstrous ... "
"You handle it with care, Your Honor: as you can guess from its ... smell ... it has been used recently ...
"Good heavens! ... Sodomy! ... Sheriff, put some more energy into those shots !!!
jjjack
Magistrate
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"Dr. Johnson, did the jury that you chaired make a unanimous verdict on the case we are discussing in this courtroom?"
"Yes, Your Honor."
"Read the sentence, Mr. President."
"All the defendants were found guilty of the facts they were accused of."
"Very well, Mr. President. The defendants rise and approach.
I find that the facts presented here and of which you have been found guilty are of an unheard of seriousness, such as to call into question the rules of our civilized life. I am reminded of the words of the philosopher of our beloved England, that Thomas Hobbes whom they say is a distant relative of our Reverend. By the way, Reverend Hobbs, before this trial closes, allow me to thank you for what you have done with your visits to the defendants in prison to start their redemption ... Defendant Monroe, keep silent and stop whining, I'm still talking ... I was saying ... ... Our unforgettable thinker said that "Homo homini lupus" (I translate for the members of your jury, Dr. Johnson), "Man is a wolf for the other man", when there is no presence of a sovereign who is the guarantor of laws of civil life and to which all powers go, to be administered according to human and divine law. Well in your case, defendants, I feel like saying "Foemina homini lupa" or "The woman is a she-wolf for the man" but in the sense that the ancient Romans gave the term "she-wolf" that is "whore", "bitch".
You have plotted against our beloved King George III, marrying the cause of these wretched revolutionaries who question the very concept of monarchy, which God himself recognized in the Bible. This fact alone is enough to judge you worthy of the death penalty by hanging. Silence in the courtroom! Silence! Furthermore, it must be considered that not all of you had the same degree of responsibility in the affair: all of you are guilty but some of you, Abigail Monroe, Elizabeth Hamilton and Claire Beauchamp are more responsible because they were the organizers and inspirers of this plot. I condemn the three of you, in addition to the punishment imposed on the others, at thirty lashes on the public square on your entirely naked bodies.
However, you have violated not only the laws of men but also the laws of God, fornicating among yourselves and dedicating yourselves to your lewd solitary pleasures. You have had the audacity to pretend that the woman should enjoy the sexual act like the man, be it natural or unnatural, while this prerogative belongs exclusively to the male and instead leads the woman to moral corruption. For this reason, the death sentence is not appropriate to the case and would not allow you to redeem your souls or to compensate for the evil you have done to this community. For this reason I condemn you to life-long slavery and to be sold on the public square on the first available date.
"Dr. Johnson, did the jury that you chaired make a unanimous verdict on the case we are discussing in this courtroom?"
"Yes, Your Honor."
"Read the sentence, Mr. President."
"All the defendants were found guilty of the facts they were accused of."
"Very well, Mr. President. The defendants rise and approach.
I find that the facts presented here and of which you have been found guilty are of an unheard of seriousness, such as to call into question the rules of our civilized life. I am reminded of the words of the philosopher of our beloved England, that Thomas Hobbes whom they say is a distant relative of our Reverend. By the way, Reverend Hobbs, before this trial closes, allow me to thank you for what you have done with your visits to the defendants in prison to start their redemption ... Defendant Monroe, keep silent and stop whining, I'm still talking ... I was saying ... ... Our unforgettable thinker said that "Homo homini lupus" (I translate for the members of your jury, Dr. Johnson), "Man is a wolf for the other man", when there is no presence of a sovereign who is the guarantor of laws of civil life and to which all powers go, to be administered according to human and divine law. Well in your case, defendants, I feel like saying "Foemina homini lupa" or "The woman is a she-wolf for the man" but in the sense that the ancient Romans gave the term "she-wolf" that is "whore", "bitch".
You have plotted against our beloved King George III, marrying the cause of these wretched revolutionaries who question the very concept of monarchy, which God himself recognized in the Bible. This fact alone is enough to judge you worthy of the death penalty by hanging. Silence in the courtroom! Silence! Furthermore, it must be considered that not all of you had the same degree of responsibility in the affair: all of you are guilty but some of you, Abigail Monroe, Elizabeth Hamilton and Claire Beauchamp are more responsible because they were the organizers and inspirers of this plot. I condemn the three of you, in addition to the punishment imposed on the others, at thirty lashes on the public square on your entirely naked bodies.
However, you have violated not only the laws of men but also the laws of God, fornicating among yourselves and dedicating yourselves to your lewd solitary pleasures. You have had the audacity to pretend that the woman should enjoy the sexual act like the man, be it natural or unnatural, while this prerogative belongs exclusively to the male and instead leads the woman to moral corruption. For this reason, the death sentence is not appropriate to the case and would not allow you to redeem your souls or to compensate for the evil you have done to this community. For this reason I condemn you to life-long slavery and to be sold on the public square on the first available date.