Caught In Court

© 2023 by Bob2300 (deviantart.com/Bob2300)

Edited by Dannysuling (deviantart.com/dannysuling

Part One

It was very much a standard, unassuming courtroom. The ceiling had a bit of decoration, and there was a fancy plaque on one wall. Wooden panels occupied most of the wall space. Someone was sitting to the side of the dais—a stenographer, taking notes, who looked half-asleep. Another day, another case to be recorded. The judge had a big, important-looking chair, with thickly padded velvet upholstery and a high table up on a raised platform. There were two wooden tables to the right and left side of the aisle. For a plaintiff on one side and a defendant on the other. There was also plenty of room for a lawyer and a couple of expert witnesses to aid them.

Behind that, behind a barricade, there were three rows of seats. Located to the right of the judge, were various bits of evidence laid out on a bench. These were the only items that might raise a few eyebrows. Some of them appeared to be ordinary paperwork, but other items looked like materials one might use in a kidnapping, or perhaps a low-budget pornographic production involving a particularly tightly-trussed damsel.

On one side of the courtroom, a woman with a few bits of paper in her hands was pacing, nervous and agitated. She would get up, rattle the few bits of paper, and sit back down. The woman had a rather nice silhouette, with rolling hips that were complimented by her tight waist and large well-proportioned breasts that threatened to spill out from her top. She had a pretty face, nice cheek bones, and her legs looked long—very long. The woman’s backside was wiggly and jiggling. She was perhaps a little short, but all-in-all a very nice package indeed. She looked like she’d gotten her outfit from a charity bin the previous night, and her hair, cropped short to about an inch, looked untended. Her nose had an obvious nasal piercing, big and heavy, which seemed to be starkly at odds with the rest of her outfit. Her eyes looked heavy, as if she hasn’t slept. The overall effect was that of a nervous wreck who was about one dose of caffeine away from collapsing. She wore some rather awful looking trainers on her feet as well, which looked like a dog had gotten to one of them, and yet she was still wearing them in court.

In contrast, on the other side of the room was a well-dressed woman in a tight-fitting, pastel-blue business suit. She was a good eight inches taller than her bedraggled opponent, positively Amazonian, a natural brunette with long straight hair. She sported 3-inch heels, and her legs were long and firm, her waist neat and tight, and her body strong but not nearly as curvy as the other girl’s.

This second woman was not alone, A team of lawyers and other professionals supported her. One of the lawyers, dressed in a crisp black suit, grinned with a smile that almost made her resemble a shark. As the woman on the other side of the room looked about ready to collapse, with no one to help or support her. The woman in the blue suit looked every inch the competent professional with a couple dozen concerned-looking friends backing her up. Behind the woman on her own there was absolutely no one.

Next to the judge’s bench, a woman in a blue security uniform was hovering, looking up at the clock. She walked a couple of paces over and tapped on the door frame next to her. The court bailiff then announced over the intercom, so that the entire room could hear, “Case number 2381, the matter of Higgs Vs Rollins. Second Circuit Judge Georgina Lee Jeffreys presiding. All parties present please rise.”

A moment later the judge walked in, wearing a black robe over a business suit. She was a petite Asian woman in her late thirties or very early forties. She quickly observed the defendant and her assembled smartly dressed team, and nodded respectfully. She then looked at the plaintiff in her scruffy clothes, and a scowl crossed over the judge’s brows.

“This Court is now in session,” the judge announced. “All parties for Case 2381 please be seated. Miss Molly Higgs, I see you are representing yourself. I have to ask, though, do you really think that’s a good idea? Your dress is terrible, it’s an insult to the court, that you turn up looking like this. Can you kindly tell me what is going on before I have the bailiff throw you out, or arrest you for contempt”!

Molly looked incredibly nervous, like she was going to have a heart attack right in front of the judge. Her voice shook, but she answered to the best of her abilities.

“Yes, Your Honour, I am representing myself. I couldn’t afford a lawyer. I don’t even have a bank account to my name at the moment. I checked with the court and apparently I don’t meet the requirements to qualify for legal aid. I look like this because I had to get my clothes from a charity bin. My hair is like this because Miss Rollins shaved most of it off and it hasn’t regrown. This thing in my nose is made from titanium, thanks again to Emma Rollins, and there is a grommet riveted into my sternum. I can’t remove it easily.” The plaintiff’s voice was full of emotion, and she was practically shouting at the judge, who was now angrily banging her gravel. When she replied, her words were laced with irritation and a bitter tone.

“Order! Order! There is no need to take that tone with me, young lady.”

The plaintiff tried to pull back and rein in her emotions. She tried to change her posture so that she wasn’t squaring up against the judge. She knew that a fight with the judge could easily scupper any chance that she had of getting anything close to justice in this matter—or even getting a fair hearing at all.

The judge looked at her papers and shook her head. “Back to the case at hand. We have the plaintiff Miss Molly Higgs. To summarise your rambling, nonsensical complaint, I will present the ‘cliff notes’ for the official transcript. You are suing the defendant Miss Emma Rollins for the value of your car, the book price of which is £2300. You claim that the defendant disposed of it without your consent. You are further claiming the value of your personal effects, including your clothing and furniture that you allege the defendant disposed of without your consent. They are valued at around £4700 according to the low-end estimate you managed to get. Further, you are suing for the return of personal papers and effects that you allege the defendant has in her possession. As itemised in your statement, they include your passport, medical records, underwear, etc.—things of that general nature.”

Miss Higgs fervently nodded her agreement. The judge looked at the papers and rolled her eyes. She was having a little difficulty keeping the scorn out of her voice.

“Further, you are claiming against Miss Rollins for lost wages, emotional distress, and pain and suffering equating to £5000 per month. You are in fact alleging that Miss Rollins falsely imprisoned you for six months and subjected you to continuous and humiliating bondage and sexually degrading treatment, while she held you prisoner as her lesbian sex slave against your will.”

The plaintiff looked acutely embarrassed, she blushed swallowed and nodded. “Th-that’s right, your honor.”

The judge looked over to the defendant almost apologetically, perhaps regretful that she had to subject this smart-looking woman to the fanciful sounding allegations.

“And there is a counter claim from the defendant Miss Emma Rollins. She is alleging that the two of you entered into a romantic relationship six months ago, shortly after you moved in with her, a relationship that included a lot of healthy consensual BDSM play. That included a lot of bondage, as well as submissive and dominant role- play. She states that shortly you entered into such a relationship, a few weeks later, the two of you were married in a civil union. She further states that after that date you suffered an acute mental breakdown, and the interpretation of events that you have filed as part of your claim is a complete fabrication, due to your mental illness.”

Miss Higgs looked very angry and put her hand up to speak, the judge looked at her and barked orders.

“You can speak later! Now, if you will kindly let me finish, Miss Rollins states that you were being kept restrained under her care under your own request. She is saying that she got the eminent Doctor Miss Elizabeth Hardwick to give you a full psychological assessment. Further, this assessment states that Miss Molly Higgs should be legally declared unfit to govern your own affairs. She requests that this court should put you under her authority as your legal guardian. That you should be held in perpetual conservatorship. and that further she should be in charge of your ongoing care, Miss Higgs. She states that she has, at her own expense, prepared a suitable on-site facility for your care, generously set up at her place of residence, a place to keep you strictly restrained to prevent you, Miss Higgs, from being a danger to yourself or others. The residence in question is located at 56 Maple Drive, where you and Miss Rollins had previously been living together as a married couple.”

A woman in black next to Miss Rollins stood up, a calm and confident air about her.

“With your permission, Your Honour, I will address the court. I am Miss Rollins’ solicitor, Ms Natasha Volkich, Esquire. That summary is quite correct. I have papers to prove that my client Miss Rollins had written permission to take over Miss Higgs’ financial affairs. I also have specific written permission for the sale of the car. Further, I have a written request from Miss Higgs to Miss Rollins to dispose of her surplus property, and to hold her papers and other personal items in trust. Further, I have a signed agreement between the two parties where Miss Higgs requested that Miss Rollins take over as her legal guardian in perpetuity, and that she needed to be kept in tight unrelenting bondage for her own good as per the recommendations of Dr Hardwick. Your Honour, I am requesting that you simply dismiss her case and return her to my client for her ongoing care.”

The lawyer pulled a bundle of papers wrapped in black ribbon out of her case, then turned to the stunned plaintiff and offered them to her.

“Miss Higgs, I would like to make you an offer and save us all a lot of time. Rather than go through the stress of the courtroom and trial, just sign this agreement. We can get you wrapped up nice and snug and back home where you belong in an hour. Miss Rollins, will generously take complete care of you.”

The plaintiff leaped up jumped a couple of feet back, as if she were ready to run, as if someone had pulled a weapon on her. Her breathing became erratic, and she clutched her chest.

“You can’t do that to me!” She cried out to the judge. “You can’t send me back to her! She is a pervert. She kidnapped and imprisoned me! Our relationship...it’s all in her mind. She is the one who is delusional! She made it all up not me. I don’t like bondage, I am not a submissive, or a masochist, or even a lesbian. I don’t want to be tickled, spanked, tied up, or edged.”

The judge looked very fed up, and raised a finger to shush her.

“Miss Higgs, can you please calm yourself down? If you continue, I will be forced to dismiss your case. Now. returning you to Miss Rollins’ care under a governorship order is only one of many possible outcomes—unless you want to save us all some time and sign that agreement that would see Miss Rollins generously paying for all your medical bills. Though I do have to say, with more outbursts like that, it will become far more likely that the court will not make a judgment in your favor.”

The plaintiff looked at the judge as if she had just threatened her with torture. She looked at Miss Rollins’ lawyer as if she were a poisonous snake, and the bundle of papers as one might look at an unexploded bomb. A shiver ran down her body as she tried to compose herself, and it took her a few seconds for her to become more composed.

“No, please, You Honour. I will follow the court’s procedures, I don’t want to sign that agreement.”

“Then let’s proceed, Miss Higgs. The bailiff will swear you in.”

The bailiff walked over and pulled Miss Higgs to the stand. A large black book was held up to her, and nervously she placed her right hand on it. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you god?” the court officer recited.

“I…I do.”

The judge scowled at her as the little hesitation in her answer. Her next words were delivered with a sharp tone to her voice and a disbelieving pitch. “Please, describe what happened in your own words. Remember you are under oath. I can have you locked up for perjury for a very long time, because these are very serious allegations.”

For a second Miss Higgs looked confused and nervous, as if she were trying to get everything in order inside her head. “Well, I worked as a waitress in the local area, and my apartment was tiny. You see, I was looking for better accommodation. On the third of March this year I saw an advert in the paper. Miss Rollins had a three-bedroom house and she was looking for a lodger. The house looked very nice, and the garden was big, and there was parking. It all looked good. When I met her in person, she seemed sane, reasonable, nice and friendly. But that turned out to be wrong. She ended up being a complete mad fucking bitch!”

The judge banged her gavel and the bailiff grabbed hold of Miss Higgs’ elbows, twisting her arms. The judge threatened her, narrowing her eyes. “You can’t say that in my court room! Do you want me to find you in contempt of court? We could reconvene after you have spent a few days in a solitary prison cell cooling your heels. I could have you left naked on a mattress, hog-cuffed for the next three days. Is that what you want?”

The bailiff let her go, and Miss Higgs raised her hands as if she were trying to defend herself from a physical blow. She seemed to be trying to make herself look as small as possible, shrinking back almost as if she wanted to hide behind the stand.

“Sorry, your Honour,! On…getting to know her I…she was a—”

The judge cut her off. “I don’t want to hear it. Just stick to the facts as far as you are aware of them.”

The plaintiff sighed very heavily and wearily. “So, I moved in and signed a legal agreement on the fourth of March. I had all my stuff moved in on the fifth of March. Miss Rollins...actually helped me move all my stuff.” Miss Higgs had to work really hard to keep a large number of swearwords divorced from her vocabulary for the moment. “She soon turned out to be, well, I will describe her as crazy. I woke up on the evening of the fifth of March to find that she had used a spare key to let herself into my room. I woke up with her kneeling on the bed on top of me. Before I knew what was going on she was pinning me down and kissing me. She had her knees either side of my waist, her hands were on my wrists, holding me down so I couldn’t fight back.”

The lawyer interjected, trying to demolish the plaintiff’s credibility. “Your Honour, my client Miss Rollins was invited in by the plaintiff. Admittedly they were a little rough, but everything was consensual play between two consenting adults. It was all just a game.”

“I assure you it wasn’t a game,” Miss Higgs quickly interrupted. “I began to scream at her to get out of my room. But she just pinned me down and kissed me. When she stopped the first time, I screamed again for her to get out, to get off me. There was more of a struggle as she ignored my requests. She pulled my arm behind my back and pinned me to the mattress, then began to grope my breasts and kiss my neck. I managed to get my legs under me and bucked her off. She landed on the mat, rolled and got back up. For a moment she backed off out of the room. From the corridor, she told me that I needed her, that we belonged together. I was panicking. I started to pack my bag right there and then. I was going to move out with whatever I could fit in my car, and worry about the rest later.”

Miss Rollins looked both confused and concerned by this statement. The doctor beside her shook her head and scribbled down some notes. But the lawyer for the defendant looked calm. Miss Higgs appeared confused and worn out, and seemed to be having trouble keeping herself together. Apparently, the stress of the legal proceeding on her was immense. She picked up a glass of water and slowly sipped it, but her hand trembled and she had to hold the glass with two hands before setting it down.

“I was still packing my bag when she came back, telling me again that we were meant to be together. I tried to make a break for it, to run for the door in just my night shirt and panties. But she was too fast. As you can plainly see, she is a good eight inches taller than I am. She grabbed me from behind and I dropped my bag. Really, the first time I managed to fight her off was more luck than anything else. I didn’t stand a chance to resist her again. She dragged me back into the room, and I saw she had a roll of electrical tape. She forced me down on the bed and taped up my hands until they were absolutely useless.”

“Your Honour,” interjected the lawyer, “it was the plaintiff who encouraged my client Miss Rollins to engage in role-play with her. It was her idea to use the electrical tape in their role-play. It is regrettably a side effect of her troubled mind that she is currently remembering things in this distorted way. You can see in section 14B of the report from Doctor Hardwick that Miss Higgs often had her hands taped up as a way of mentally abdicating her responsibility and her agency.”

The judge looked vaguely amused, as someone might who was looking at a conjuring trick pulled out of a cracker being presented to them. “Miss Higgs,” she said, “can you demonstrate to the court how your hands were restrained?”

Miss Higgs looked down at the floor, then over to the defendant’s lawyer in the black suit, and back up to the judge, shifting from one foot to the other. The defendant’s lawyer was calmly walking over, and Miss Higgs looked nervous

“Um...okay, I guess,” she murmured. The bailiff had already moved to the evidence table in preparation, and Miss Higgs held her hands out, looking away.

The Judge looked over and grinned. “Bailiff, can you secure her hands with that tape, that we just happen to have to hand?”

“Certainly, You Honour.” The bailiff produced four rolls of thick, heavy-duty, industrial electrical tape, and taped the plaintiff’s fingers of her left hand together into a flipper, then folded the hand over so her fingers were touching her palm, and then kept wrapping. Instinctively, Miss Higgs tried to pull back, but the bailiff had a good strong grip on her wrist, and the defendant’s lawyer was right behind her with her hands on her shoulders.

“Err...you’re using a lot more tape than she did,” stuttered Miss Higgs. “You just used an entire roll on one of my hands. You don’t need a second roll, either—I can barely feel my fingers already.” She was getting nervous. This was not how things were meant to go. Suddenly the defendant’s lawyer was twisting her other wrist harshly.

“Calm down, this is purely for discovery,” said the lawyer. “Now hold out your other hand so I can tape it up, I might as well use these other two rolls of tape.”

Miss Higgs watched in horror as her hands disappeared under turn after turn of black tape. “Okay...it was like this...just like this! You can see how useless my hands were...um, are. After she first taped me up, it was six months later, after I escaped, that the police officer who found me actually took the tape off, after two days in police custody.” She paused, trembling.

“Miss Higgs, please continue,” the judge instructed her. Miss Higgs held up her useless hands for a moment, then put them down by her sides and resumed her recollection of events.

“Well, she left me alone after she pulled off my nightshirt. I was crying and struggling to get out of the room, but she locked the door behind her. She was sniffing my nightshirt like some sort of pervert. She said we were destined to be together, that it was written in the stars, that I would learn to love her. She said that deep down I was a lesbian and I just needed to get familiar with the idea, even if she had to make me accept it.”

The defendant’s lawyer chimed in once again. “Miss Higgs before you had this relationship with my client, had you ever had feelings for another woman. Have you ever had bondage and submissive fantasies?”

The plaintiff turned bright red, blushing, finding it difficult to meet the lawyer’s eyes, looking down as if she were performing an inspection of the courtroom floor. “Err…no…… err…never did have a lezdom fantasy. Not even with Jane Crick from college. Look, just let me get on with the rest of my story.” The judge beckon her to continue.

“I screamed my head off, hoping that one of the neighbors would hear and call the police. But you see the walls were soundproof. The room I was held in was a literal prison cell. Later on, Emma told me that the floor had soundproofing under it as well, and that the ceiling had soundproofing above it in the attic. The walls were insulated with a thick layer under the plasterboard that acted as more soundproofing. The door was a high-security model with locking points around the frame, which I didn’t notice until I was trapped in. The windows were soundproofed, too, with tinted triple-glazing and secondary glazing. There were no handles on the inside of the windows, I was completely trapped.”

The lawyer walked over to a TV screen mounted on the wall. “My client had that room built that way to ensure her privacy. You can see from this video clip that Miss Higgs was rather noisy when the two of them were together. Miss Higgs, is that you on tape calling Miss Rollins ‘Mummy’? Asking her to spank you harder, screaming ‘Yes, yes, more, oh god more?’ Did you say ‘spank me harder’ at the top of your voice while wiggling your bottom at her?”

Miss Higgs looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her up. But it was not obliging, and she could only fiddle with her taped up hands nervously.

“Yes, it is.... But...I was...coerced during that...performance to act that way.”

The judge raised an eyebrow almost accusingly. “Okay, then what happened”?

“She returned with a bag full of items. She said it was a new outfit for me. Emma put my hands and arms in these lace-up elbow-length black mittens. My hands were useless, but she wasn’t finished yet.”

The judge looked at the table pointing to an item on it. “Were they the same mittens that the officers found you in six months later, after you had run away from the property?”

Miss Higgs could see where they were going. She felt her shoulders slump as she nervously rubbed one taped-up hand against the other. “Yes, they were.” She looked nervously over at the table of evidence, as the bailiff began to collect the mittens.

The judge requested, “Can you please put them on as part of discovery, so I can see exactly what you’re claiming.?”

Miss Higgs looked rather scared, and her reply was quiet. “Is this really necessary, Your Honor?”

“Yes,” the robed woman replied. “Bailiff, if you would do the honors?”

The defendant’s lawyer helped to put the plaintiff’s hands in the mittens, and was helpful enough to describe the process. “They lace up over the tape, and then a zipper closes over the laces. Then with the strap in place it’s nearly impossible to get to the zip or the laces.”

The plaintiff held up her hands. There was no way she was getting the mittens off without help. “Really I can’t use my hands at all. Can you untie me”?

The judge waved at her dismissively. “Maybe, when you’ve finished your testimony. Now get on with it.”

“Well, she also had a key that disconnected the handle from the inside of the door to my room so that I couldn’t use it. It’s just a keyhole from the inside. There was a handle on the outside, but I had no way to get out.”

The defendant’s lawyer helpfully pointed out, “My client did put that arrangement in place. But it was on the request of Miss Higgs, after she started to wander and have memory lapses.”

Miss Higgs looked like she wanted to throw a punch at the lawyer, but for the moment she kept herself in check as she continued with her testimony.

“Now, she had this weird heavy duty leather straitjacket for me. It was grey, open-breasted. She really liked playing with my tits. She laced me up into it, and the damn thing it was far too small and made my breasts poke out. There was a zip-up panel over the laces at the back, then a few straps that went over the zip that locked in place. Then my arms were pulled behind my back through these side loops and buckled tight. It was so secure that I could barely wiggle. She removed my panties, then, and there was a dual crotch strap. She made it really tight, unforgiving, so it was sinking deep into my ass. I couldn’t do anything to resist her, bound up like that.”

“Is that the same jacket that you were found in?” the judge asked with some curiosity in her voice, indicating the item on the table.

“Yes it is, Your Honor.... You’re going to make me wear it, aren’t you?”

The judge gave her a smug, knowing smile. “Just oblige me, Miss Higgs. Bailiff, if you will? The defendant’s lawyer can help you get it nice and tight, so we can all see your alleged predicament.”

The bailiff picked up the garment,

“Please hold your arms out...thanks,” the bailiff requested, Miss Higgs held her arms out at the ready. The lawyer and bailiff both acted as if it wasn’t their first time putting someone in a straitjacket. They quickly had her arms in the sleeves and then began to pull together he two halves at the back of the garment.

Miss Higgs felt herself pull against the garment. In response, the defendant’s lawyer gave her a hard slap on her ass! “Now don’t squirm as we lace it up”! They pulled her arms behind her back rather harshly, and the lawyer gave her sleeves a good few tugs and changed the position a little. “Now, it’s important we feed your arms through the side loops.” The defendant’s lawyer gave the jacket a harsh tug on the arm strap. Miss Higgs could feel her shoulders being wrenched back,

“Oh god! My arms. It’s far too tight! You’re hurting me!” she protested.

The justice peered down. “Were you kept in this level of restriction?” she asked, with genuine curiosity.

“No, Your Honor. She actually had it a lot tighter, closed all the way.”

The defendant’s lawyer spun her around to show the judge the gap at the back. “Okay, make her jacket tighter until you get it fully closed,” she ordered.

The lawyer complained, then said, “Her skirt is getting in the way of the crotch straps.”

“Well, you might as well take it off,” the presiding official smirked.

“No, please don’t”! Miss Higgs protested, but despite her concerns the skirt was whipped away and the crotch straps were pulled tight through her legs. They were made really tight, in fact, sinking into her flesh and showing off her pink heart-patterned panties that were now quite visible. The bailiff had her turning around in a circle, and she was blushing red and trying to avoid eye contact with everyone.

“Ouch! Okay, okay...you see how tight it is with the laces and the straps, I can’t do anything wearing this thing. She kept me bundled up like this for six months! I thought I was going mad during that time. Can you please let me out? This is humiliating; everyone in the court can see my panties!...”

“Miss Higgs, please stop your irritating whining and continue with your testimony,” the judge said sternly, seemingly ignoring the plaintiff’s predicament.”

“Well, she was kissing and squeezing me, and I couldn’t get away. She stripped down and the two of us were kissing and scissoring. I had no choice in the matter, because I was tied up too tight to resist. We both climaxed together after about twenty minutes. Then she licked me to another orgasm, and finally she made me do the same to her! It was really humiliating. When she was done she put my ankles in these padded leather cuffs and attached them to the bottom of the bed, and added a strap to the collar of the jacket to the head of the bed. I was stuck like that for the night, unable to get away, a prisoner in my bedroom.”

“Are those the same cuffs you were wearing when the police found you?” The lawyer pointed to the evidence table.

“Yes...wait! You don’t mean for me to wear them? This is ridiculous.” The plaintiff looked helplessly at the justice

“Miss Higgs?”

The bailiff and the defendant’s lawyer both grabbed a cuff each. The humiliation of Miss Higgs continued as she was quickly secured at her ankles. The ever helpful lawyer linked the cuffs together. The packaged plaintiff tugged at her bonds, looking down at her ankles.

“Okay, fine, I am wearing them with the six-inch hobble…are you happy now?”

“Miss Higgs, watch your tone. Now, then what happened?” The judge prompted her to get on with her testimony.

“The next morning she made me breakfast in bed, and Emma fed me by hand. I tried to resist and knocked the tray over. She punished me said she needed to teach me a lesson. She shoved my panties in my mouth, but she wasn’t happy with the gag, so then she used the sponge used to wipe up the spilled breakfast. But even that wasn’t enough, so she used a muzzle gag with this huge three-inch ball on the inside, which threatened to almost dislocate my jaw. Then she began to spanked me, telling me that I was a naughty girl. First she used her hand, then a paddle, and finally a wooden ruler. It really stung!”

“Your Honour, all of this was consenting S&M play,” the black-suited lawyer interjected. “It’s only due to the plaintiff’s deteriorating mental state that she remembers it this way.”

The witness, still was acting on her own, took a moment to compose herself. It was obvious that the defendant’s lawyer was getting to her.

“It wasn’t a game! From then on, when the gag came out a large ring-gag went in. I barely got the chance to say a word at all after that. She would make me kiss her or lick her pussy. She liked to cuddle and squeeze me, and bound up in my restraints I couldn’t really resist. She kept saying that she loved me, that I needed to be taken care of, and I wasn’t able to do anything for myself.”

“Is that three-inch ball-gag and muzzle combo the one you were wearing when the officer found you?” The presiding adjudicator asked.

“Yes...oh no! You want me to try it on, right”? Miss Higgs looked dejected.

“Yes, but it wasn’t just the gag was it?” the judge noted, and they both glanced over to the table. There was the pair of panties sitting next to it as evidence as well.

“Hold on!” Miss Higgs protested. “You’re not going to make me—Mmmppphhh!”

The bailiff was quite a bit quicker than the witness was expecting. The judge nodded support for her actions. The defendant’s lawyer added, “Bailiff, if you would be so good, I think it needs to be tightened to the last notch.” And when the enormous gag had been fully secured they pulled her over so that she was right in front of the judge.

“Mmmppphhhh!” the plaintiff squealed indignantly.

The judge inspected the gag to her satisfaction. “Looks good to me, Okay, let’s recess for lunch...!”