Wages of Rape

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Teenagers, NonConsensual, Rape, Coercion, Fiction, BDSM, DomSub, FemaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Sex Story: Bill is convicted of a rape he didn't commit. He is turned over to his accuser for 'rehabilitation'. He becomes a sex-slave to her.

Chapter 1: In Jail

I was pale and nearly sick to my stomach from horror as I watched the TV monitor. Male screams caused by unspeakable pain and suffering issued from the set. From the date/time stamp on the camera I knew this torture had gone on for weeks. Finally, when I could take no more "Please, turn it off." My female lawyer reached over and hit the stop button on the jail's conference recorder. She studied my face, probably made even paler by the bright orange of my prison garb.

"You see," she said, " what will happen if you take the case to trial and we lose-which we will. You will be turned over to the prison and will be slowly executed just as that man was. Under the new laws there is no appeal from a rape conviction. Your only hope is to plead guilty and throw yourself on the mercy of the court."

I was in turmoil. I hadn't done anything. I hadn't raped anyone. I hadn't even had sex for almost a year. How could this be happening to me? My accuser was someone I didn't remember even meeting. It made no sense. "But I didn't do anything. How can I be found guilty?"

"Easily, Bill. Under the new laws if two women swear that you raped them or that one observed you raping the other you are automatically convicted. And there are two women who have filed affidavits to that effect."

"But they're lying! I didn't do it. You're my lawyer; prove that they're lying."

"It doesn't work that way anymore, Bill. People got tired of rapists getting off because their lawyers dragged victims through the mud on cross-examination. Few women would face that and so would not testify. The law was changed and now if two witnesses state in writing that a man is a rapist they don't even have to appear in court. They can't be cross-examined. Their affidavits are simply read for the record and it's over. The judge then has no choice but to convict and pass sentence to the same treatment you saw on that video. Bill, you've got to plead guilty and state that you're sorry and want to atone for your crime. That's your only hope."

"But how can the punishment be so ghastly?"

"The new law simply states that the convicted felon is to be turned over to the state prison where the warden is to execute the rapist within one month. It does not specify how the execution is to take place. That's up to the warden. She is the one who has developed the techniques you saw in the video."

"But how does she get away with it?"

"Because no one knows. A friend of mine smuggled this tape to me. Once the inmate reaches the prison he can have no communication with the outside world. The law forbids witnesses at the execution. The warden can do what she wants, and what she wants is to cause pain, suffering and humiliation."

"Why is she so vicious?"

"I have heard that she was raped as a child and badly hurt. Also, her only daughter was raped, mutilated and murdered when only thirteen years old. The warden has built up a lot of hate."

"God!"

The lawyer brought me back to the point. "Bill, your only hope is to plead guilty and throw yourself on the mercy of the court. You've got to plead guilty and apologize convincingly. You've got to beg for mercy."

"What happens if I do that?"

"If the judge believes your contrition is sincere she can put you on probation. During the probation period a special, court-appointed probation officer will see to your rehabilitation."

"How long would this probation period last?"

"Two years or so, depending on how the judge values your contrition."

"What does rehabilitation consist of?"

"There's no standard. The probation officer appointed by the judge decides what is necessary in the individual case."

" But I didn't do anything."

"So you keep saying, Bill. But the affidavits are there. You are doomed if you don't plead guilty and very apologetically at that. You've got to plead guilty, Bill. I can't get you off and you've seen what will happen when, not if, you're convicted."

"I guess I have no choice. I guess I'll have to do it."

"That's your only real option, Bill."

"I guess that's it then."

"Not quite. There's one more important point. If you are given probation you'd better do what the probation officer tells you to do. If the probation officer ever feels you are not sincere in your rehabilitation efforts, the PO simply sends you to the prison and you are executed as in the video. There is no appeal to the PO's decision. The judge does not get involved again; you have no hearing; there is no appeal. It's just all over. Are you clear about this?

"I guess so."

"Okay, we're agreed then?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll see you in court tomorrow."


Chapter 2: In Court

I looked nervously around the courtroom as the court bailiff read the charges against me. I was still wearing the orange jumpsuit and my hands were manacled behind my back. A female judge sat behind the bench. My lawyer was on one side of me; the prosecutor, another woman, on the other. There were a few women in the audience, sitting together and whispering among themselves while staring at me boldly. I didn't then understand why.

The judge rapped her gavel. "You have heard the charges; how do you plead?"

I steeled myself. "Guilty, your honor. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I won't ever do it again. I swear that I'll never do it again. I never did it before. I'll turn over a new leaf if you'll just give me a chance."

The judge annotated some papers in front of her. "Let the record show that the defendant pleads guilty and is apologetic. He is sentenced to the state prison to be executed according to the law. Because he has pleaded guilty and expressed contrition, however, I can do no more than sentence him to three years of probation. During this time he must undertake a program of rehabilitation as determined by his probation officer. At the end of three years he and that officer are to return to this court. If the Probation Officer testifies at that time that he has been successfully rehabilitated then the first sentence will be canceled and the prisoner will be released. If at any time between now and then the officer shall determine that rehabilitation is not working, the sentence will be carried out forthwith."

Turning to the lawyers, "Do we have a person willing to undertake the role of probation officer? Three years is a long commitment. Does the defense or prosecution have a suggestion?"

The prosecutor responded, "Perhaps the victim might comment?" In retrospect I think she said this a little gleefully.

The judge asked, "Is the victim present?"

A woman in the audience stood up. She looked vaguely familiar, and then I remembered. She had come into our office a few weeks ago to see someone else. I hadn't even been introduced to her, but her beauty was the reason I remembered her. She had long red hair. She was wearing a green silk blouse that molded magnificent tits. Even in my terror I noticed that she was bra-less. Her nipples poked prominently through the thin fabric. Her skirt was very tight and molded her voluptuous ass. The micro-mini skirt barely covered her cunt and her legs went on forever ending in four-inch spiked fuck-me pumps. If I hadn't been scared to death I'm sure I would have sprung a hardon and drooled on the spot.

"Your honor, I am Melissa Miller. I was the victim of that monster."

"Do you have any suggestions about his probation or probation officer?"

"Your honor, I think he should go to prison and be executed, but since you can't do that I ask that you let me be his probation officer? I'll personally see to it that he learns that rape is not acceptable behavior."

"There is precedence for that. It seems fitting too. It is so ordered. The court thanks you for undertaking this task."

"Now, you, Bill Walker! You are a convicted rapist, despicable in the eyes of the law. You have been sentenced to the state prison to be executed within one month of arrival. Because you have pled guilty and shown contrition, you are provisionally placed on three years probation under the direction of Ms. Melissa Miller. You will undertake a course of rehabilitation to be devised and conducted by Ms. Miller. If at the end of three years Ms Miller is satisfied that you are reformed the sentence will be canceled. Parenthetically, I'd rather have you executed so that you harm no one ever again, but the law gives me no choice but to try rehabilitation. Your parole officer has sole discretion in your case. She will conduct the rehabilitation and will be the sole judge as to your progress. If at any time she feels you will be unsuccessful at rehabilitation she need only contact the state prison. They will immediately take you into custody and arrange for your execution. Ms Miller's decision will not be subject to review by this court or any other. There will be no appeal to her decision. Do you understand this, Mr. Walker?"

"Yes, your honor."

"I hope you do, for your sake. You are hereby remanded to Ms. Miller's custody to serve out a three-year period of behavior modification under her sole discretion and direction." The judge banged her gavel. "Ms. Miller, the prisoner is yours. This court is adjourned." The judge rose and left the courtroom.

Melissa Miller stepped toward me removing a leash and choke collar from her purse. Her eyes gleamed with victory, pleasure and lust. She fastened the collar around my neck saying, "You'll keep your mouth shut until I tell you you can talk. Disobey and you'll regret it. The prison is one phone call away and the number is in my cell phone. I can have you there within an hour."

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