Carrie's Day in Court

[skuttrusk]

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“He pinched my bottom!”

Carrie pointed from the witness box at the wicked-looking old man smirking at her from the courtroom benches. The considerable crowd murmured to themselves at this revelation, some giggling, evidently amused at the thought of a curvaceous blonde beauty like Carrie being tweaked in the derriere. Even though Carrie was wearing the very respectable and concealing blouse and business skirt her attorney had picked out for her, they couldn’t help but imagine the firm and rounded body encased within.

“I see,” said Allopson, the defence attorney, with the air of scepticism he always used when reacting to a plaintiff’s statement. “And how did you react?”

“I squealed. And jumped. And spilled a tray of soup over that gentleman.” Carrie pointed out another man in the public gallery.

“On purpose?” queried Allopson, frowning sternly.

“No! Just because I was… surprised,” protested Carrie.

“Surprised? But surely many men must have pinched your bottom before?”

“No” cried Carrie, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. Her bottom was still slightly bruised. “Well—yes. But I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What were you doing at the time this alleged pinching of the buttocks took place?” asked Allopson.

“I was bending over to give that gentleman his soup.”

“And what were you wearing?”

“My waitress’s uniform.”

Allopson picked up exhibit “A” and held it away from himself as if it was dirty. It wasn’t, but it was rather badly torn.“THIS uniform?”

“Yes. It’s the same as all the other girls wear. Of course, mine is a couple of sizes too small. I can barely squeeze into it. And the skirt’s much too short. But the manager said they were all out of my size, so I had to make do until another order came in.”

“And how long had you worn this outrageously tight and revealing uniform?”

“Two months, sir.”

“So, you were wearing a costume that revealed every curve of your body, clinging to you like a second skin, with a skirt so short that your panties must have been revealed every time you – I take it you were wearing panties?”

“Certainly I was,” said Carrie with a fetching pout. “I’m a decent girl! Although…”

“Yes?”

“The manager said the panties had to be colour-coordinated with the uniform, so he provided me with some red ones. But they were a bit revealing for my taste.”

“And these are the panties?” said Allopson, raising up Exhibit B, a pair of sheer, skimpy, and also badly torn red panties.

“Yes.”

“So I put it to you—how could you possibly have been surprised that your bottom was pinched?”

Uproarious laughter from the court. Carrie’s normally pale face flushed as red as the tattered panties. She looked to Mary Daniels, her lawyer, to object, but the attractive brunette was impassive and silent.

“Anyway, tell the court what happened after you spilled the soup.”

“Right. Well, the manager sent me to the kitchen with the gentleman’s jacket, it was soaked. I washed it in the sink and then I tried to hang it to dry.”

“Yes?”

“Well, that’s when I slipped. I was standing on a cake trolley to put the jacket over some pipes near the ceiling. The trolley rolled away and I ended up hanging from the pipe. I had my ankles wrapped around it and was hanging on with both hands. But…”

“Yes?”

“The pipe was hot! So I let go with my hands, and for a second I was hanging upside down, my skirt hanging upside down too… and suddenly they were all around me!”

Carrie swept her pointing finger across the court, picking out the various members of kitchen staff assembled there. With this dramatic gesture, the top button of her blouse popped off, clattering on the floor. Carrie didn’t notice, and went on as before, only revealing considerably more of her luscious cleavage than originally planned.

“I see. They had come to help you, naturally?”

“That’s what I thought,” said Carrie. “They took hold of me and helped me down. But then… they wouldn’t let go.”

“Did you ask them to let go?”

“Oh yes! Especially when they put their hands…”

“Yes?”

“Oh, I can’t say, it’s too embarrassing!”

“Why is embarrassing to admit that you had your breasts fondled?” demanded Allopson. “Because you enjoyed it?”

“No!” cried Carrie, and this time two more buttons popped off her blouse. This time she did notice, and clasped her hand to her gaping shirt-front, as the crowd laughed at her situation. Trying to hold her garment together, Carrie became increasingly flustered under Allopson’s examination.

“And did you enjoy having your buttocks fondled also?”

“No!” gasped Carrie, blushing redder and redder.

“So your buttocks were not fondled?”

“They certainly were!” cried Carrie. “Fondled and pinched and spanked! But I didn’t enjoy it one bit!”

“I see,” replied Allopson, with a tone of voice strongly implying that Carrie was the most unreliable witness, and biggest slut, he had ever laid eyes on. “And what happened next?”

“They undressed me… their hands were all over me… when I tried to protest, they… they shoved an apple in my mouth.”

“An apple?” asked Allopson with all the incredulity he could manage.

“Yes! It was just small enough to fit in my mouth and just big enough that I couldn’t get it out! I didn’t get it out for hours!”

“I see. Now, the court has been told that during this part of your… misadventures… one of the kitchen staff spanked your bare bottom with a wooden spoon.”

“That’s true,” said Carrie with an emphatic nod, still clinging to her rapidly separating blouse.”

“And you allowed this?”

“No!” cried Carrie, standing up in outrage, which proved to be a mistake, as her skirt snagged on the rickety wooden chair she’d been sat in. The demure businesslike skirt Miss Daniels had told her to wear tore off completely, exposing Carrie’s less demure French knickers. “Eek!” she cried.

“Miss Carrie, please sit down!” ordered the judge, banging his gavel to stem the outrageous noise of laughter, cat-whistles and cries of “Fwoarr!” echoing through his courtroom.

Carrie was only too happy to sit down again, pressing her thighs together and attempting to smooth her shirt tails over her lap to preserve some modicum of modesty. This had the unfortunate effect of causing her last buttons to pop, and her breasts immediately burst forth, still cradled in her D-cup brassiere, but much more visible than before. Too busy trying to hide her panties, Carrie did not at first notice.

“So, what you are saying is that at no time was your bare bottom spanked with a wooden spoon?” repeated Allopson, slowly, as if talking to an imbecile (which by now he was convinced was the case).

“It was! I’ve got the bruises to prove it!” protested Carrie. More laughter from the public gallery.

“Please resist the temptation to show us, irresistible though it may be,” remarked Allopson drolly. Even the judge had to cover a smirk at that point. Poor Carrie was on the verge of tears. “We have also heard,” went on the lawyer, “that the wooden spoon was used elsewhere. Is that true?”

“Y-yes,” said Carrie, biting her lower lip in a fetching manner. For some reason, Carrie’s embarrassment was always an attractive sight.

“And where was that?”

“Well… on my breasts,” murmured the girl.

“Specifically?”

“The nipples,” whispered Carrie.

“ What was that? A little louder, please. You were telling the court where else you were spanked with a wooden spoon, yes?”

“On my nipples,” said Carrie, only very slightly louder, since she was close to tears. There was a hush in the courtroom. These were the details people wanted to hear about.

Your nipples. And where else were you spanked?”

“B…between my legs,” gasped Carrie.

“Between your legs? Can’t you be more specific?” asked the judge, very much interested. “We can’t charge somebody with something as general as spanking you ‘between the legs’ with a wooden spoon. Where, exactly, were you spanked?”

“My… my pussy,” sobbed Carrie.

“There’s no call for that sort of language!” snapped the judge. Kindly refrain from such vulgarity or I shall be forced to charge you with contempt.”

“We have heard from another witness,” said Allopson, a smile playing around his lips, “That you were indeed spanked upon the mons veneris – the mound of venus – and that as the wooden spoon struck your erect clitoris, you were heard to moan, through the apple in your mouth, in what our witness described as ‘a randy manner, like a bitch in heat.’ Isn’t that so?”

“I never did!” shouted Carrie, jumping to her feet in anger. Unfortunately for her, this time the back of her brassiere caught in the back of the chair, and the strap broke. As Carrie’s voluptuous globes bounced free, her bra was shot across the courtroom, where it was quickly pocketed as a souvenir by a lucky member of the public.

Carrie squealed in horror at finding her breasts completely exposed to the cold air of the court, the appreciative gaze of the public, and the flashes of dozens of camera. Pulling her blouse together sharply, she attempted to get her bosoms concealed again. RRRIP! The blouse tore completely in two at the back and slid down her arms, attached only by her sleeves. Carrie cupped her ample bosoms in her hands and stood in shock.

“Please, for heavens sake, sit down!” snapped the judge, aghast at the loss of control in his court. Carrie seated herself, now clad only in panties, stockings and high heels, her arms folded across her chest, every eye in the room fixed upon her. Looking over at the jury, she saw that even some of them were taking her picture with their mobile phones.

“Very well,” said Mr Allopson, triumphantly, “Whether or not you indeed behaved like a bitch in heat—and I think anybody who has witnessed your behaviour and state of dress here today would have little doubt as to that—we now need to establish what happened next.”

“Next?” asked Carrie, her righteous anger overcoming her embarrassment. “I’ll tell you what happened next. The kitchen staff pushed me into the middle of the restaurant, naked, on a dessert trolley, decorated with ribbons, and with that apple in my mouth. And the customers – those men there-” At this, Carrie pointed out the group of twenty or so men seated in the gallery, which caused her left breast to be completely exposed for a few seconds, plenty of time for some more cameras to flash.

“Calmly, miss, please!” smirked Allopson.

This was too much for Carrie. She stood up again, breasts bursting free from her grip. “Calmly? Calmly? Do you realize that those twenty beasts grabbed me off that trolley and r-”

But at that point the “r” was taken up by a loud RRRRRRIP, as Carrie’s French knickers had snagged on the back of the chair. Carrie was pulled back, losing her balance, as her panties tore clean off. Her bare (and still tender) bottom fell back onto the rickety chair, which promptly collapsed, spilling the naked lass onto her back, legs in the air.

Cameras flashed blindingly, as this explicit and candid view was offered to the whole assemblage. The mortifyingly embarrassing image of the hapless blonde, stark naked and with her thighs parted wide, would soon be uploaded on a thousand websites.

Carrie squirmed amid the splintery debris of the collapsed chair, trying to cover first her breasts, then her pussy, as the cameras flashed relentlessly. But her efforts were soon interrupted by two burly security men, who at a silent signal from the judge, grabbed her off the ground, pinning her slender arms behind her back, and marched her up to the judge’s desk.

Carrie was now quite unable to cover her nudity, as the security guards pressed her into the judge’s towering desk. Her bare breasts were laid out on the table-top like two firm jellies, and her buttocks were exposed to the whole court behind her. The security guards took pleasure in bending Carrie forward, and inserted their feet between her legs to spread them apart, offering another generous photo opportunity to the happy throng. A cheer went up!

“Silence!” cried the judge, quite furious. He banged his gavel, inadvertently striking one of Carrie’s large, pink nipples, bashing it painfully against the desktop. “Eek!” squealed Carrie.

“And you too!” cried the judge again, banging his gavel once more, this time quite deliberately hitting Carrie’s other nipple. Carrie bit her tongue and tried not to make a noise. A tiny squeak emerged.

“It is the judgement of this court that the accused gentlemen should be released without a stain on their character,” declared the judge, which brought a huge cheer from the men, who had been a little worried they might have taken things too far.

“Silence!” shouted the judge, banging his gavel twice more, again scoring direct hits on each of Carrie’s by now throbbing nipples. Adding to her distress, the security guards were quite openly feeling her up, their rough fingers playing over her bottom and pussy, to the particular delight of those seated in the front row or equipped with zoom lenses.

“As for you,” said the judge, turning his attention to Carrie, “you have clearly conspired to make a mockery of British justice with this fabulously concocted story and this lubricious strip-tease! I fine you one thousand pounds and sentence you to twenty days inside!”

Another cheer from the public, as Carrie felt two fingers inserted into her helpless quim, and one into her bottom. The judge banged his gavel four more times, and once again Carrie’s nipples were crushed painfully against the desktop.

“And let me say that you had better not show your face again in any courtroom in the country with such a ludicrous story!” This brought another cheer, which brought more banging of the gavel, which finally forced Carrie to cry out, which forced the judge to bang harder… meanwhile one of the security guards had just decided to go for it and was unzipping his fly and moving into position.

At the back of the courtroom, the wicked-looking gentleman who had started the whole thing by pinching Carrie’s bottom handed a brown envelope to Carrie’s lawyer, Mary Daniels.

“I congratulate you, my dear,” he smirked. “The clothes you sabotaged fell apart just as planned.”

“That was pretty funny,” smiled Mary. “Well worth losing the case over. And the fee helps. I do still feel a little sorry for Carrie, though.”

“Oh, my dear,” chuckled the wicked old man, “Don’t waste your time feeling bad over what she’s been through. Imagine what she’s going to go through next!”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you heard the judge. She can’t come back here again with another case, no matter what happens to her. It’ll be open season. As soon as she’s released from prison, I’m going to be waiting for her with… a group of friends… gentlemen like myself with an interest in… curious and forbidden pleasures. We’ll grab the girl off the street, take her round to my sound-proofed dungeon, and have a very jolly good time… at her expense.”

“My goodness!” exclaimed Mary, eyes wide. She’d had little idea what she was starting. Her former client was obviously going to be quite rudely used and abused, and it was all her fault.

At the judge’s desk, Carrie felt the security guard’s member rudely penetrate her bottom, as the judge pounded frenziedly away at her nipples with his hammer.

“Can I watch?” asked Mary, with a horny smile.

[Claire]

I removed the "Gang Rape Galore" line from the title since this is meant to indicate stories that participate in the contest. The deadline for handing in stories was two days ago.

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[skuttrusk]

Thanks! Still figuring the site out a bit. Your help is appreciated.

[sadistdom123]

Great story, as always from you. I'd love to see what happens "inside" in those 20 days!

[Shocker]

Ah Carrie, always fun having her around. Glad you found us Skuttrusk.

[RapeU]

1) What did I immediately feel after reading this
2) What I love about what I read
3) What would I change in the story to make it perfect (for me)
4) Did I get off on this and why

1) Intriguing idea. I'd like to see more of Carrie, both her past and her future.

2) At first I thought this was a dystopian society, but then I quickly realized that Carrie is someone who people target because of how naive she is. Her innocence and cluelessness is essentially shown throughout the whole story and was well done.

3) This feels like a good introduction to a longer story. I think adding in, or having another story about Carrie being abused, would make it perfect for me.

4) No, but given more Carrie stories I probably will.

[Lucius]

Okay, this was great fun! I'd like to see more of Carrie.

[skuttrusk]

Carrie has had many misadventures over the years. The silly girl never seems to learn!