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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Law and Spikepits: Criminal Defense"
By Shon Richards

Ula checked herself in the mirror.  Her breasts looked great but
they could be better.  She pressed a control button on her
Smart-dress.  The top of the Smart-dress shrunk by an inch and
the corset panels constricted another size.  Her breasts popped
upwards in an abundant manner.

Once she decided she looked perfect again, she turned her
attention back to the accused man she was here to counsel.

"How are we doing this morning?" she asked the accused.  

The defendant groaned.  Ula could tell that the Queen's Whips had
been less than gentle with him.  The elite force that protected
the Queen's interests were excellent at their job but sometimes
they brought in defendants who were near dead.  A giant bruise
took up the entire left side of this one's face.  His arms were
burned from multiple hits with the pain batons.  He was also
missing his pants and underwear.  It looked like the Queen's
Whips had a little fun with him first.  The poor bastard.

"Who are you?" he groaned.

Ula Birtz straightened her back and thrust out her breasts.  "I'm
your defense counselor," she said. 

He looked at her.  Ula said nothing as he checked her out.  It
was an important part of the process.  Defendants wanted to
assess the one person who could save their lives.

That is why Ula kept her blonde hair short so that it framed her
face.  She wore a simple black corset dress that had a top that
was too tight and a miniskirt that was too short.  She wore lacy
black heels and a pair of optical enhancers on her nose even
though she really didn't need them.  She projected confidence but
also a flirty amount of thigh that made defendants feels as
though a trial can't be a bad thing with this much leg around.

The battered defendant smiled.  "What are my chances?" he asked.

She consulted her data-book.  "Not so bad.  You are accused of
spreading treasonous literature calling into question the
legitimacy of the war against the Gem Moons.  Your attempt at
propaganda only spread to one restroom area which will need to be
re-educated.  On the scale of treasonous offences, it is quite
small."

He relaxed.

"So according to law, your trial shall be two hours in the
Rape-Beast cage," Ula said. 

"What?" the accused said.  "I thought you said it was a small
offence!"

Ula pushed her optical enhancers up her nose.  "If it was a
serious offence, it would have been your entire family.  Be
grateful.  I hear that lately the Judges have been allowing
people to leave the Rape-Beast cage before they die.  You might
just see another sunrise after all.  Though you probably won't
walk straight ever again."

The man screamed in terror.  Ula sighed.  She really hated it
when the defendants acted so unprofessionally.  This was a place
of law after all.

She closed the cell door.  His screams were muffled by the laser
proof doors.  His cell began to move on it's hover jets.  It
would take the defendant straight to the cage and an excited
audience.  The next time that door opened, it would be to
introduce him to the Rape-Beasts. 

She walked to the next cell.

Inside was a young woman in her thirties.  She was scared but she
was able to project a certain amount of poise.  Even though her
factory clothes were shredded and her arm was broken, the accused
was sitting up straight.  Ula noticed the woman's legs were short
and stocky. 

"Excellent posture," Ula commented.  "I see that you are accused
of forging your work hours in order to make more wages than you
actually earned."

The factory worker said nothing.

"If this was a civic factory, you could just repay the wages you
stole by working in the Prison Brothels," Ula said.  "But because
you work at a weapons factory, this is now a Royal matter.  Your
trial shall be a Battle Royal with twenty other embezzlers in the
mud pit.  The battle is to the last woman standing.  The Queen
has recently ordered the mud to be charged with aphrodisiacs. 
That should make it more interesting to onlookers as well as the
combatants."

The factory worker snarled but still wouldn't say anything.

"If there are extenuating circumstances," Ula said, "now is the
time to bring it up."

"I was being blackmailed," she said.  "My sister demands money
from me or she will tell my husband that I am cheating on him."

"See? That's what I am talking about," Ula said.  "This is the
sort of thing we can enter into your record and it will really
help you."

"I could be let go?" the woman asked.

"Of course not," Ula said.  "But I can see that your arm is
healed before you are put in the mud pit.  I can also alert the
authorities to investigate your sister for jeopardizing the
smooth operations of the munitions factory.  Finally, I can get
you issued a knife for the mud pit."

"That's it? Is there nothing else you can do for me?" the factory
woman asked.

"Sure," Ula said.  She projected a reassuring smile.  She loved
this part.  It let her be supportive.

"I want to advise you to play to the audience when you have your
fight.  The people want to see some showmanship out there.  Don't
just kill the other defendants, make sure you massacre them!  Do
a good job, and the Judge presiding over your case may allow you
to have medical treatment if your wounds are mortal.  It is up to
the Judge, but to increase ratings, they often spare crowd
favorites."

The factory worker looked at her in horror.  She unleashed a
string of expletives that made Ula blush.  The defense counselor
quickly stepped out of the cell and closed the door.  The cell
flew off to the hospital area.

"After all I did for her," Ula sighed.  The job of a defense
counselor was so thankless.  She walked to the next cell.

Ula pressed a button and the cell door opened.

The woman inside the cell was young. She was barely twenty with
the bloom of youth upon her.  Her legs were the best part.  They
were practically lawyer's legs.   Ula noticed that the girl
looked barely harmed, with only a black eye from her arrest. 
Even the Queen's Whips knew she had something to offer.

"Get me out of here!" the girl whined.

Ula looked at the data-slate.  "It says here you are accused of
murdering a Space Navy Captain.  You hit him with your vehicle
and drove off without notifying the authorities."

"I didn't know he was a Captain!" the girl whined.  "The drunk
asshole walked out in front of my hoverbike!  My family just
moved here from the Luvia Nebula!"

"Oh, so you are not a native of Euphoria?" Ula asked.  "Then I
guess you are not familiar with the Queen's Law."

"What's that?" the girl asked.

"Back in unenlightened times, the King of Euphoria had to preside
over every crime committed against his reign.  King Fong wisely
delegated this power to the Judges, whom he charged with
determining the innocence of those accused.  He also gave the
Judges a miserable small budget and charged them with generating
their own income.  The Judges decided to sell admission to the
trials as a way of making credits.  Now King Fong's
granddaughter, the magnificent Queen Erishella, has decided in
her wisdom to allow the Judges to sell the rights to broadcast
the Trials all across the planet.  The Queen of course gets a
commission.  It is crimes against her after all."

The girl still looked confused.  Ula sighed.  Was it that hard
for them to pay attention?  

"People like to see the trials?" the girl asked.

"Oh yes, they are quite inventive." Ula said.  "Every year, the
Judges get more creative to keep the jaded audiences watching.  A
hundred years ago, a defendant might be given a knife and told to
fight a Sword-tiger.  In these modern times, the defendant would
be given a grenade strapped to his cock and a vibrating butt-plug
inserted into his ass before fighting a Sword-tiger hyped up on
steroids.  We have come a long way."  
"Now killing an officer of the Queen's Navy, that is a serious
crime," Ula said.  "In the Skull Kingdom criminal justice system,
all defendants are guilty until proven innocent, either by
tribute, accusation of others, or trial by entertainment.  Do you
have twenty thousand credits?"

"No," the girl said.

"Do you know of any other murders committed against the Queen's
military?"

No," she whined.

"Well then," Ula said.  "You have two choices.  Choice one is to
undergo Trial by Electro Flogging.  If you survive six hours of
having every inch of your skin lashed by electrical whips, then
you are innocent and all charges will be dropped.  I should also
inform you that ten lucky audience members will have the chance
to masturbate onto your twitching body."

The girl winced.  "What is my other choice?"

"Because you are attractive, you can submit to a tour of duty as
a Defense Counselor.  You will serve for ten years and learn the
laws.  You will have to understand the different trials people
could endure. You will be helping people understand their
options."

 The girl didn't look impressed.  "What do I get out of it?" she
asked.

"For starters, you wouldn't get electro-flogged," Ula said with a
touch of annoyance.  "If you work hard enough, you might get
noticed for your professional attitudes and healthy appearance
and even get promoted to Trial Judge."

Ula pointed to a poster of Judge Lona.  The redhead Judge was
wearing a red corset that pushed her breasts up almost to her
head. She was using her Gavel Laser to incinerate an
objectionable defendant.  The Judge's legs were shining from the
lotion that her bailiffs were rubbing onto them.  

"Oh wow, they have a lot of power, don't they?" the girl asked.

Ula nodded.  "They make sure the Trials go smoothly, as well as
presenting the Face of Justice to the masses who watch us on the
entertainment nets.  They also decide whether to show mercy and
take some defendants as personal slaves."

"Okay, I'll do that!" the girl said.  "That would be great!"

Ula smiled.  Finally she had a defendant who has happy for help.
Ula stepped out of the cell and began to program the plea bargain
into her data-book.  The girl would be a good counselor.  She had
a cute face.  She came across as a bit spoiled, but that sort of
thing goes far in this profession.

Ula paused while entering the data.  Ula had worked here for six
years ever since she poisoned her boyfriend.  She had been
promoted to District Defense Counsel but she had also been passed
over for Trial Judge eight times.  She wasn't getting any
younger.  Ula thought about the girl's legs.  She thought about
how those young legs would look in a Judge's gown.  

Most of all, Ula thought about how insufferable it would be if
some young spoiled girl got promoted ahead of her to a Judge.

She looked down on her data-book and made a note.  'The defendant
chooses Electro-Flogging.'   

The Queen's Justice could be cruel sometimes but the cruelty of
the Defense Counselors was worse.

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
       

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