Caught In Court

© 2023 by Bob2300 (deviantart.com/Bob2300)

Edited by Dannysuling (deviantart.com/dannysuling

Part 2

Everyone reassembled back in the courtroom, to find Miss Higgs in exactly the same state that they had left her. The bailiff announced over the intercom, “All parties rise for the judge.... You may be seated. The court is now back in session.”

“Mmmmppphhh!” another indignant squeal was aimed in the judge’s general direction.

“Okay, bailiff,” she commented, “you can remove the gag from Miss Higgs’s mouth. We seem to have forgotten about her.”

The plaintiff drooled on herself, then worked her jaw for a moment. She had to strongly resist her desire to glower at the judge, or swear in front of the courtroom. “You took a two-and-a-half-hour recess for lunch! Please, at least let me out of this jacket!”

“Miss Higgs, kindly calm yourself,” the judge remonstrated. “You should be very grateful that your gag has been removed. Just continue to describe the events that followed.”

“You’re not letting me out of this jacket!?” Her voice became a little more desperate as she pulled on her useless arms and hopped from one foot to the other.

“Miss Higgs, would you like the gag back?”

“No!... No, Your Honour, I wouldn’t. Thank you.” The way Miss Higgs looked, with so much pent-up anger, it was probably a good thing that she had no way to get her hands on the judge. The jurist gestured with her open palm for Miss Higgs to proceed with her recollection of events.

“It got worse,” the plaintiff continued. “She told me that she sold my car to help cover my share of room and board, that I wouldn’t need it any more, that she would take care of me. That got me angry. I tried to kick her, in response. I saw red; I was really angry. She had no right to sell my car.”

“Your Honour,” the lawyer interrupted, “my client had every right to sell her car. As you can ascertain, these papers were signed and agreed by Miss Higgs.”

“What happened then?”

The plaintiff looked embarrassed, but she took a deep breath and pressed on. “She put a cane across the soles of my feet, again and again, until I couldn’t stand up. It was utter agony. Then she tightened up the straitjacket until it was truly hellish. She added a choking posture-collar onto my bondage. She also kept my ankles cuffed together with about a five- or six-inch strap, so I couldn’t kick her from then on.” The plaintiff looked over at the table at one of the few pieces of evidence that she was not currently wearing.

“Your Honour, I would like to enter into evidence this signed agreement. If you look at the relevant highlighted sections, it actively stipulates that the use of a cane was agreed between these two consenting adults, and that her feet were a valid target.”

The judge grinned, “Bailiff and Miss Volkich, if you would please add the posture collar and tighten up her jacket to demonstrate?”

Within moments, the collar was round Miss Higgs’ neck and the jacket was being tugged even tighter. Miss Higgs was starting to worry that the judge might want to see an example of her being spanked. She tried to twist her head round, only to experience the all too familiar feel of the collar.

“Please, why do you have to make me wear it?” she complained. The bailiff and attorney added the last few finishing touches to her jacket, and the judge seemed to notice the difference. “Miss Higgs please stop squirming around! Now, do continue.”

It took Miss Higgs a moment to compose herself again. “Well, she emptied out my room. She got rid of all my furniture and all my clothes—she sold them or threw them away. So it was just the bed I was strapped down to and a few mats in that room.”

“Your Honour, the lawyer once again interjected, “my client has a full inventory with detailed instructions from Miss Higgs of how to dispose of her surplus possessions, once they moved in together as a couple.” She held it up in front of Molly Higgs, who squinted at it.

“Yes, that’s an accurate list of my possessions, but she forged my name agreeing to their disposal. After she threw out my stuff. I tried again to resist her romantic advances, so she punished me further.”

“How did she do that?” the judge asked, a little smile on her face.

“She showed me these three hoods: an extra, extra small thin white rubber hood; an extra small thick white rubber hood; and a small, white calf-skin leather hood. She put them on me in that order, then she flipped me over and forced herself on me with a strap-on dildo. It was the Briar Rose size-XXL, with all the rubber thorns. Right in my ass! She told me it was for my own good as she fucked my brains out!”

“Did you enjoy being fucked in the ass with the strap-on?” the lawyer asked.

“You…you can’t make me answer that!” Molly Higgs looked like she was under a heat lamp.

“Did you enjoy being fucked in the ass with the strap-on, while you were locked up in tight bondage?” the lawyer asked again. There was no answer from the plaintiff. “Let me just show the court this video clip.”

Miss Higgs took one look at the screen and immediately seemed like she was going to sob, turning a deeper shade of red.

“On the tape, is that you wiggling your ass in the straitjacket? Begging to be fucked hard? Calling Miss Rollins ‘mummy’? Saying that you have been a bad girl and you needed to be punished harder?”

Miss Higgs seemed to sigh, then choke back a sob. “Yes, okay, I did, I was an anal virgin until she introduced me to the Briar Rose. I never came so hard in my life, yes, okay! So, yes...in answer to your question I did enjoy being mercilessly pumped in the ass—morning, noon, and night. I never had so many multiple orgasms in my life! There, are you happy?”

Miss Higgs looked like she was going to faint on the spot. She looked at the floor. “Anyway,” she continued, “moving on, the next morning I woke up and I could feel there was a big plug wedged in my ass, and a rubber diaper round my crotch. She left all three hoods on me, and there were more straps holding me down to the bed—one to the collar, and one to the back of the hood. Four more straps were at the shoulders and waist of the jacket. Then there were straps on my thighs above my knees, and on my ankles. They were all really tight, and I couldn’t do anything bound like that.”

“Your Honour,” the attorney jumped in, “as you can see from this medical report, the layered hoods and sleep immobilization were part of a recognized therapy, one which Miss Higgs consented to. You have her signature there, and if it pleases the court we will show you this additional video clip.”

“Miss Higgs,” asked the judge, “is that you on the tape begging to be gagged and hooded, calling Miss Rollins ‘mummy’? For an abductee, you look surprisingly eager and willing to be gagged and hooded.”

“Err…err....” Molly’s eyes quickly glanced up at the screen, then back down at the floor.

“Miss Higgs, that is not an answer.”

“Okay, yes, it is, but I was...under coercion. She edged me for twelve hours straight before she recorded that. She only let me orgasm after she recorded that debasing video. My signature on that document is a forgery, and she bribed a doctor to write that report! I swear to you she did. You’re not going to tie me down like that, or make me wear the hoods in the courtroom”?

The judge looked very thoughtful for a minute, while the plaintiff looked petrified at the idea. “No...not at the moment. What happened next”?

“I received nipple rings and a sternum piercing a few days later.”.

“Why did you get those?” the judge enquired, raising one eyebrow in surprise.

“I didn’t get them by choice. She forced me so she could attach a leash to my nipples or my nose. It was so humiliating, and it made me a lot easier to control. I’m only glad that she didn’t pierce my clitoris, which she was threatening to do.”

“So, let me get this right. You are saying that you didn’t consent to those procedures?” the defendant’s lawyer asked.

“That’s right!” Miss Higgs shouted back at her.

“Your Honour, I have a signed document from the plaintiff agreeing to this, and even paying for it out of her own bank account. We have signed witness statements from the piercing shop that she consented to all procedures.”

Miss Higgs’ eyes went big and round. “I swear it’s a forgery! I didn’t want them!”

The defendant’s lawyer was suddenly behind Miss Higgs, her hands reaching around the straitjacket to the front. She looked up at the judge. “May I proceed, Your Honour?”

“Please do,” the judge smirked, and the lawyer began to reach through the access holes in the front of the straitjacket and fiddle about with Miss Higgs’ top.

“What are you doing?” Molly shouted? “Get away from me! No! Stop that! Leave my blouse alone!”

The lawyer moved the fabric out of the way, then gently slipped the tips of her pinkie fingers into both of the large metal loops hanging from Molly’s nipples, giving them a tug. “As you can see, Miss Higgs’ nipples are quite prominently pierced, and you can also note that her nipples are quite aroused from being In this state. As you can easily hear, she is moaning in pleasure as I pull on the rings.” A few tugs, and Miss Higgs filled the courtroom with a loud, lewd moan of pleasure. She began to sob as the lawyer continued to tug on the rings.

“No, let me go! You can’t! This is outrageous!”

The lawyer exerted a little more pressure. “Miss Higgs, admit that this is turning you on.”

“Ooooooh…(pant)…yesss... (moan pant moan)...yes… (pant moan)…it’s…(moan)…turning me on.... Feels so good...let me…(moan)…go...!”

The judge and the lawyer shared a look, and the lawyer reluctantly let go.

“Miss Higgs,” said the judge, “If you’re finished with your demonstration, a you may continue.”

“Could you at least put my blouse back?... No?...figures. Well, after that the defendant began to allow me exercise in the back garden. I was always wearing the muzzle and the jacket. She told me the exercise was to keep my ass toned. I managed to escape on the fourteenth of September, when I found the side gate not very firmly locked. About two hours later I found a police officer. They took me in still gagged and bound. After 48 hours of holding me in a cell, they released me from my restraints. That was two weeks ago....”.

The defendant’s lawyer once again stood up.

“Your Honor, my client filed a missing person’s report after Miss Higgs wandered off from her property, and she was very glad that the officer found her. I put it to you that Miss Higgs suffered an episode and wandered off. She didn’t ‘escape’. She has a mental issue that means she needs to be kept in a safe place. My client has further reinforced the fencing and security, to the point that it is now impossible for something like this to happen again in the future.”

The judge looked over a list of the new security locks and fencing that had been added to the property. “Miss Higgs, why didn’t you report this to the police, if this was—as you allege—false imprisonment and kidnapping, rather than a game of some sort that you were both playing?”

“I did, Your Honor. But they said it was a domestic dispute, so rather than a criminal matter, they said it was a civil matter. So my only option is to go through this court.”

The judge seemed to pull something out of the pile of papers at random. “The police statement said that you made a cute couple, and you should have tried to work it out between you rather than making up all these unfounded accusations.”

Miss Higgs looked aghast. “A cute couple? Why does everyone say that about us?”

The plaintiff’s case disintegrated from there, as the defendant’s lawyer presented the judge with a copy of a signed prenuptial agreement, and a marriage license as well. She continued to produce reams of paper, even to the selection of a wedding cake.

Miss Higgs looked very embarrassed, and screamed, “It’s a forgery! We never drew up a pre-nup! We never filled out a marriage license!... And I would never get that type of cake for the reception. I wanted walnut—uh, I mean, we never had a cake.”

The lawyer produced a debt agreement where Miss Rollins agreed to pay off all of Miss Higgs’ credit cards by consolidating and eliminating all her debts.

Again, the plaintiff looked confused. “I swear, it’s not my signature!” she still insisted to the courtroom.

“Your Honor,” said the lawyer, “please see this psychiatric report from Miss Higgs’ doctor. Ms Hardwick is recommending full, uncompromising restraint, twenty-four/seven, and perpetual conservatorship.”

Molly at this point was practically sobbing, having collapsed into a chair, still in the same bound restraints. “No!” she protested weakly. “It can’t be correct!”

The judge had seen and heard quite enough, and was ready with absolute confidence to make her ruling.

“This court dismisses your preposterous claims, Miss Higgs, and grants Miss Rollins full custody and perpetual conservative ship of all your affairs.”

At this point Miss Rollins stood up and began to cry, clapping her hands together. There was an accompanying rousing cheer from her friends behind her. She hugged her lawyer and the doctor who had carried out the evaluations on her behalf. Miss Higgs, on the other hand, looked completely crestfallen. She was still tightly restrained in the jacket and other items. She made one more final appeal that, alas, was received with mild scorn. “No! You can’t do this to me! She is mad…please, you can’t!...”

“Don’t worry,” said Miss Rollins. “I am going to give you all the time you need to get better. Bailiff, can you help me to secure her for her own good?” Miss Rollins was already stalking across the courtroom with a bundle of something in her hand. Molly’s body seemed to relax as her guardian cradled her. “There now, sweetheart, let’s gag you.”

It took a few seconds for Miss Higgs to process what exactly was happening. “Noop!—mmpphh!!??” Far too late, Miss Rollins kissed her on the lips, then the bundle of fabric was shoved in her mouth.

“There you go, darling, a nice pair of fresh panties to chew on. You got Mummy so worried. Now we can sort you out properly.”

Miss Higgs was blushing as Miss Rollins stroked her cheek, holding one hand over her mouth so she couldn’t spit the undergarments out.

“Oh, yes...and a pair of my nice fluffy gym socks to keep you nice and mute.” Miss Higgs submissively opened her mouth up as wide as it would go for the next item to be stuffed inside. Her guardian got both her thumbs in place and shoved the socks into her charge’s mouth as far as they would go. Her lawyer then handed Emma Rollins a package—a silver-wrapped box. The item inside made Miss Higgs gasp into the packing in her mouth.

Miss Rollins briefly suspended the present in front of her prisoner’s face. Molly’s eyes crossed looking at it.

“Now let’s get this nice big ball-gag in place. It’s a three-and-a-half-inch special, with a chin-strap and full harness!...” Molly moaned helplessly into the gag as it was shoved deep into her mouth. Surprisingly, despite all her earlier protests, she didn’t seem to be objecting to having the mouth-stuffing gag applied as tightly as her legal custodian could make it. And her eyes practically lit up as a big roll of black tape was held up next!

“Good girl!” said Miss Rollins. “You’re making Mommy proud. Now, a few turns of industrial strength rubberised tape to make it all stick nice and tight....” There was a look in Miss Higgs’ eyes as if she were eagerly awaiting the application o the tape.

“Well, let’s give it another wrap just to be on the safe side,” said Emma. “Okay, baby, then one from under your chin over the top...there we go...much better! You look so cute.”

In fact, the gag looked incredibly extreme, while Miss Higgs looked more relaxed! The worry of having to look after her own affairs was now gone. She looked as if she was born to be gagged, as if her mouth was meant to be stuffed to the limit, as tightly and as harshly as possible. Indeed, the two of them looked very cute side by side.

Miss Rollins turned around to her lawyer and the bailiff. “Now help me to get her in the hoods. It will pacify her a bit more, and let my baby girl relax.” The two of them helped stretch the first thin white rubber hood over Molly’s gagged and harnessed head. That was just the first layer, of course.

“Oh, it’s so tight. As you can see, Your Honour, the rubber can show you every line of her face. I’ve modified the hood so her nose-ring can protrude.”

The second layer was much stiffer, and it took all three of them to force the tight rubber open and down onto Molly’s head. There were a few straps on the back of the hood to make it really sturdy. The effect was to erase many of Molly’s features, as if she had been dipped in rubber. However, her nasal piercing also came through this hood. The third layer was tight leather, also white, and laced up so secure after a few attempts—with all of them pulling and squeezing. The laces were tied off, and a few straps were put in place. Molly could have been a mannequin, after that.

Miss Rollins held up a stainless-steel device, the same shape as a human head. It looked like a cage shaped to tightly cover a mannequin’s head. She stroked the hood.

“Now, I have this metal brank harness to go over the top and make it all perfect,” she announced. The metal contraption opened up with a hinge, then snapped shut to lock tightly in place. The nose ring protruded from a slot at the front. “There you go, baby, nice and snug. You see,” she turned again to the judge, “it crushes the rest down over her head. It’s meant to be very therapeutic.”

A few more of Miss Rollins’ friends brought over a larger package—another gift for her baby girl. The victor of the courtroom shook out the garment. “Let’s just get her out of her old jacket and stripped down the rest of the way.” There was a brief struggling to get the tight garment off her. The old jacket put up more of a fight than the thoroughly pacified Miss Higgs; it just didn’t want to let go. They pulled off what few clothes she was wearing under the jacket until she was nearly naked, apart from the hood and mittens. Emma patted her on the shoulder.

“Now, baby, your old jacket just wasn’t good enough. You got away, after all. This one is much smaller, so much tighter. It comes with a built-in corset. How convenient it is that your fingers are taped up and these mittens are already in place. Let’s get the jacket all laced and strapped up tight.”

Two sets of heavy duty laces, half a dozen straps, and a stretchy panel with a zipper, and the jacket was closed. It was far tighter and more rigid, closer to a corset or piece of armour than the previous garment. Emma ran her hands down the sides of it, and the girl inside moaned into her enormous, and now hidden, gag.

“There, now, isn’t it much better to have your hands up touching the opposite shoulder behind your back? That makes it far more snug.” Indeed, rather than a standard straitjacket reverse hug, Molly’s arms were now pulled up and attached to the opposite shoulder, with a few extra straps to keep things nice and secure.

Miss Rollins picked up the old collar, then put it back down. She had another new present for her baby. It was hard to tell if Molly actually appreciated them with all the hoods smothering her senses. “I bet you missed your posture collar, sweetheart, But this one is a bit more snug, my darling. It has a nice little taser in it if you misbehave, or are naughty and try and run away again. Mummy will have to punish you.”

Her lawyer and the attending psychiatrist on Miss Rollins’ team helped to secure Miss Higgs, holding her down bent over the desk. “Now some nice plugs and rubber underwear, so you can’t make a mess.” They didn’t seem to need much lubricant, and soon the plugs were in and they were tightening up the crotch strap.

“Let me just inflate this up to help pacify her a bit more...good girl!” As the plug in her ass was being inflated, Miss Higgs seemed to be moaning into her gag wiggling her butt in the air. It was hard to say if it was in pleasure or in pain.

But her generous captor had even more presents for the captive before they would leave the courtroom and head home.

“Now” said Emma Rollins, “let’s get the crotch strap of our new straitjacket in place, real snug. There! And now, baby, I got you these lovely ballet heels. They will look fantastic on you!” The white ballet heels were wickedly high. When they were laced up and locked in place it was unlikely that Miss Higgs would be running away. Actually, it looked like she would have trouble simply standing up. To further her immobilization, her owners strapped her legs up at thigh and knee with more leather cuffs. Finally, Miss Rollins attached a leash to the sternum piercing. She gave it a little tug, forcing Miss Higgs to follow her on her knees, like a pet on a leash.

“When we get home” announced Emma, “you’re going to get my full attention. If you thought that your bondage was strict and merciless before, you haven’t seen anything, baby. It’s going to be time for some punishing retention enemas—real soon! Then we can get nice and re-acquainted. You remember my strap-on Briar Rose? Well, I’ve acquired the latest model, called Velvet Barbed Wire. It has lovely silicone spikes. You’re really going to give those restraints a good work out, wiggling for me as I screw you completely senseless!”

With Miss Higgs now back in the custody of Miss Rollins, justice had been served.

The court closed for the day.