Sherrie Finds Legal Loopholes

Sherrie Finds Legal Loopholes

By Eve Adorer

Chapter 4 – Preparation and Sentence

I knew vaguely what was to immediately follow from what Janine had told me, and yet I made no protest as the two guardesses took my slender pretty wrists and let me from the court to a neighbouring room where for the next half hour the still assembled court would hear the muffled cries of my distress as I was made ready to go back before the court.

More guardesses took charge of me in that anteroom, and their eagerness to get me naked marked them out as enthusiastic lesbians as I had been warned by Janine that they were.

For the past ten years of leniency in the courts, sentenced lesbians had been required to work five years as prison guards in women's gaols without pay, and to train endlessly to ensure the perfection of their skills in girl-on-girl torture. Their alternative would have been to suffer the full rigour of the punishment usually meted out to lesbians, and no girl was going to choose that. For me though, there was to be no choice.

These girls were not allowed to touch each other. If they, as sentenced lesbians, were ever caught doing so, they would be instantly beheaded. Prisoners though were fair game and I was being girlhandled lasciviously as the girls squabbled over the chance to feel my superb 38-inch E-cup firm bare coffee brown breasts. They were fascinated too by the huge nut-brown aureole surrounding my pert nipples: my “nigger nipples” as I heard one call them.

“Get the slut in irons” came a commanding bark from a voice I recognised, as Janine entered the room. Janine, now carrying out her duty as the winning prosecutor, showed no sign of recognising me let alone of kindness or mercy as she witnessed the cruelties enacted upon me.

Naked as the day I was born, I was taken to a chair and sat strapped firmly before a mirror where I could and would be forced to watch, as with electric shears they drove huge near nude highways through the glorious soft brown curls of my stunningly beautiful full-to-the-bottom-of-my-back length hair.

My bottom-of the-back long sweet smelling wonderful dark brown curled hair was falling onto my back and my stupendous breasts like autumn leaves, as the leader among my torturesses gleefully ran the buzzing shears back and forth, back and forth and one side and then the other side of my head. I was being sheared bald as a mark of my guilt: as a mark of my lesbianism as confirmed by a court of law.

Tears ran down my face and I sobbed audibly and inconsolably as my crowning glory was falling from my head all around me. Janine lifted my chin and made me look in the mirror as my head was now being lathered with soap in readiness for its final mocking shaving.

A cutthroat razor was being stropped and another already honed to maximum sharpness was being drawn carefully across my scalp to ensure its absolute total final and full and complete and completely humiliating shaven baldness.

Then they brushed me down of loose long fallen hair locks as I sat in the chair strapped at my wrists forced to look in the mirror at my eyebrows, the only hair left on my head, through the tears still welling in my eyes.

I was next unbound from the chair and made to lie face down on a crude and dirty smelling straw-filled bed, as they held my arms to ensure I did not struggle when they fitted the torture irons to my feet.

Janine made no move to save me from further humiliation as my eager torturesses ran their hands over my superb bottom and down the girlily muscular lengths of my very shapely legs.

The first of the torture “irons”, made, in reality, of steel not iron, was a pair of seven-inch heels. Notice that they were “seven-inch heels”. There would be no shoe as such.

Quite simply, starting with my right foot, my right foot's big toe was put through a one-inch long ring, like a short pipe. Attached to the back of that ring, was a circular tie-bar and a sprung-steel plate.

Around my right ankle was tight strapped a three sided L shaped bracket. The three-sided L shaped bracket, or heel-plate, was of a size and shape to fit over and contain the heel of my foot. The strap around the ankle was of black leather and strong.

In the process of fitting the heel-plate by its ankle strap to me, my torturess had passed the round tie bar running the length of the sole of my bare foot through a bracket at the bottom of the heel-plate for that purpose.

The sprung-steel plate also now ran the length of the sole of my foot, from the ring around my toe to where the plate mated also with the heel-plate. In order to match my feet, my left foot was also now fitted with its toe ring with tie-bar, sprung-steel sole plate, and heel-plate with ankle strap.

Starting once more with my right foot, the round tie-bar that now protruded through the bracket on my heel plate, had a screw thread along its protruding length and beyond. What followed next seems initially inelegant.

A nut was fitted and turned round and down the tie-bar till it met with the bracket on the heel-plate. Thereafter, with the same treatment being meted out to my left foot to ensure evenness, the nut was tightened, latterly using a wrench.

The tightening of the nut was performed with slow care and deliberation. It was obviously an activity my torturesses enjoyed.

By tightening the nuts on the tie-bar they were, of course, bending my foot back by pulling hard and unmercifully on my big toes and bending the sprung-steel sole plate so that it forced by foot to take on the desired shape. They were arching my feet for a purpose: a cruel purpose: a painful purpose.

They checked they had the angle of bend in my feet that they sought, by using a wooden pattern between my sprung-steel forced bent arches and the tie-bar. Once satisfied, my torturesses passed second nuts down the tie-bar to lock the first nuts in place.

Thereafter, they fitted seven-inch cast steel stiletto heels to the remaining tie-bar protrusion. These screwed on like the nuts had before them.

When fully on, the inelegant nuts were hidden within a recess in the heels. Two strong split-pins through each heel and the tie-bars on which they had been screwed, ensured the heel stayed straight.

Even as I merely lay on my front on that dirty bed, being fitted with my torture irons, this bending back of my feet was more than merely uncomfortable and I cried out with cramps.

By the putting of my big toes through the rings at the end of the tie-bars, and the tightening of the tie-bars and hence the sprung-steel plates very tightly, my pretty feet were pulled back hard back bent back curved back so that my big toes would go straight to ground when I was standing.

I guessed the purpose of this. I guessed and I hoped and prayed I could withstand the pain when the time came.

The irons were now in place on both my feet, as were the seven-inch stiletto heels that would run to ground a half-inch higher than my imprisoned big toes and only two-inches behind my big toes when I stood.

Next, even before I stood, atop the straps that held my heel-brackets in place, my torturesses fitted a six-inch hobble to my shapely ankles.

The hobble they were fitting was a six-inch ratchet hobble. This ratchet hobble would necessitate my walking at its cruel dictate, because it required the girl wearing it to walk by putting one foot fully directly in front of the other.

Each anklet at the end of the hobble contained ratchets that only allowed the rigid straight bar between the girl's ankles to be taken one way.

Starting for example with her right foot, she must advance that foot till she had it directly and precisely in front of her left foot because the ratchet would not allow her to move her right foot back, and nor would it allow her to advance her left foot, until her right foot was properly placed to release the ratchets and let the left foot be used.

By properly placed meant the leading foot exactly in line in front of the trailing foot.

The preparation of my feet and ankles was completed.

They finished my binding in irons with two more devices.

Around my neck they fitted a steel cangue, through which each of my slender wrists were also placed, so as to hold my arms up with my helpless hands out level with and just beyond my shoulders.

Finally, they forced into my mouth an O-ring bit. It comprised a perfect circle “O” that was grooved like a gum-shield and curved slightly to the shape of my upper and lower teeth.

It was fitted inside my mouth, behind my lips over my teeth, and then tied by two straps that came from the sides of the O, at the back of my head.

It forced my mouth wide agape obscenely like that of a blow-up sex doll, though far more enticing and sexual.

Its purpose was to hold my teeth from threat. It was to show that this convicted lesbian was under cure. It was to show that all three of my girl orifices, my cunt, my bum-hole, and my mouth, were available for a penis or penises: the only natural and right ways for a girl to be fucked.

I was to be delesbianised by humiliation and pain.

It was not to be my fate, but I knew that many native lesbians had been tortured as I was to be, and then made to serve a year or more as male fuck-toys in men's prisons. Tied all day with all three of their orifices being used at will for male relief to prevent homosexual practices in the men's gaols. Unlike lesbianism, gay male practices were not illegal in this country, though they were still frowned upon.

My cunt became a little dampened at the thought of this, but all feeling of sexiness was about to be driven out of me by pain. I was ordered to stand.

I was ordered to stand, and they turned me over on the bed and lifted me so my legs dangled off its bottom end. Then two of my torturesses held my elbows and lifted me to a standing position.

The cries of my pain were heard in the courtroom. Tears trickled down Hannah's lovely face. Hannah was not free until she had witnessed my punishment. Hannah knew what had probably been done to me and why I was crying out.

In the anteroom from the court chamber, I stood in agony.

I stood on tiptoe. I stood on tiptoe forced by the legs irons. The tips of the toes I stood on were all but solely those of my big toes.

I stood almost only on my big toes cruelly and savagely bent with the potentially bone-breaking weight of my wonderful girl-body crushing down hard on my bent forward big toes: my big toes tiptoed by the bending back of my feet: my big toes through their individual toe rings bent agonisingly, with the seven-inch heels at the back of my foot bending irons, tipping me forward onto my naked big toes with the full 115 pound weight of my delicious teetering girl-body.

I swayed, unstable as I was steeple-legged in my seven-inch heels, knowing how I wanted to fall to take the weight off my poor toes, but not daring. My mind might be brilliant, but even a brilliant girl knows the blankness of agonising pain. My undoubtedly astoundingly brilliant mind was numb. My only thought was the pain from my big toes, which I thought must be broken, even though they in fact were not.

As a girl with lovely legs I was, of course, used to wearing high heels to best display their erotic beauty. But never ever had I been in heels as high as these. And never, I must confess, never ever had my legs looked so powerfully wonderful.

Despite or maybe even because of the pain in my crushed big toes as I stood my full girl-weight on them, the sexuality of my lovely legs being displayed on these seven-inch heels was undoubtedly arousing me sexually, and I began to feel a moistening in my girl-centre.

And now I was to be made to walk.

Wonderful rivulets of sweet smelling girl-sweat ran down my light brown perfect soft Negress' skin and stood in diamond shiny droplets on my bald shaven head and my pretty face.

The ratchet hobble came into play now. I was being made unlesbianly male provoking by my tiptoed leggy stance, and now I was to be made to slink by the six-inch ankle ratchet hobble that demanded that I put one tiptoed foot absolutely directly in front of the other before it would release the other foot to move.

The live male fuck-toy that was now me in my bondage irons, must agonisingly painfully slowly wiggle-slink her torture tiptoed way back into the courtroom before the TV cameras broadcasting to the whole nation on all 150 channels.

I twisted and turned my gorgeous brown legs as I performed the tiny six-inch ballet steps that took one enormously strong orgasmically beautiful girl-thigh affront its equally magnificent twin.

My superb stretched calves were superlatively erotic to behold, as I rotated my glorious bum, steepled on my crushed bent cruelly bent bare big toes taking all my 115 delicious and delightful pounds excruciatingly on each big toe in turn, as one of my wonderful brown girl-legs took its turn and then the other to advance my supreme girl-body, slowly to the courtroom to hear my sentence.

My stupendously huge breasts were throughout this wiggle-slink-walk swaying and jiggling independently and then in unison freely and uncontrollably as I girl-swung along in agony on my crushed big toes.

After an excruciating ten minutes slow ratchet enforced girly bum rotating extremely leggy ballet leggy wiggling slink, I at long last stood on my agonisingly bent crushed and bruised big toes, tilted forward unyieldingly on them by my seven-inch stiletto heels, to hear the judge's sentence through the extreme pain numbing my mind.

“Sherrie Marie Nathan, you have, as prescribed by the law of the land, been male fantasyised as the opening of your lesson in the perils of the lesbianism for which you have attended trial and been found guilty by the ancient and righteous law of jeopardy transference, also known as choice of jeopardy.” My judge, Sonia *****, intoned”.

“The only right and proper punishment for lesbianism in this country, has for too long now been held in abeyance.”

“It is your good fortune, that the wise government of this present day, has chosen to reinstate the full force of the law, and that you therefore have the honour of being made an example to all girlhood of the fate that must befall all young women who indulge in the totally evil unnaturalness of lesbianism.” She continued.

“In my view, this government is acting in the only responsible way and giving the world a lesson in how to stamp out an evil that threatens all girlhood, and by that fact manhood, and therefore the continued existence of the human species.” Sonia intoned.

“Every girl has three wonderful orifices. Those orifices are for men and men alone.”

“Nature has also provided you, Sherrie Marie, with a superbly provocative body.”

“You stand before this court today self evidently a truly astonishingly beautiful girl.”

“You have a very pretty face, lovely arms, breathtakingly strong and shapely legs, a gorgeous firm round bottom, a tight and no doubt warm and moist girl-centre, and the most incredibly large wonderful full firm and womanly breasts, topped by exquisite dark-brown nipples. And yet you have defended in this very court this very day the offer of this plus-perfect feminine female accomplishment for the sole use and pleasure of other girls.”

I gasped with the pain from my poor crushed toes, but also from surprise pleasure because my clitoris was beginning to throb at this abusive tirade and at the knowledge of my helpless humiliating public torture bondage and being displayed to the world in total nakedness.

Sonia all but hissed at me, sensing my arousal, I suspect, “Today in this court your hopeless defence was lost and entirely deservedly so, for lesbianism is in truth indefensible!”

“For a girl as wonderfully and beautifully made as you are, the shame and the pain of having to punish you is all mine. Yet I have no choice other than to sentence you”. Sonia paused for effect……….

“Sherrie Marie Nathan, it is the sentence of this court that you be driven from the spot on which you now stand to a place already readied for your punishment.”

“You may not know what that punishment is to be. It is part of the suffering for all convicted lesbians that they be uniquely tortured. In your case, as is her right under the law of jeopardy transference, the girl that you so spectacularly unsuccessfully defended has made her choice from those I was prepared to offer.”

“May you take your punishment like a girl…”

“…..Take her away.”