Prep for the Hearing

"John...I'm so sorry." Rachel had her head in her hand almost crying. "I've looked into everything but all our laws basically want you to be punished." I laughed internally, of course they fucking did. I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Mrs. Goodman, you did fine. I'm really grateful for all the hard work you put in these last few weeks. If you've tried, you've tried. There's not much we can do at this point. So, you still think I should plead naughty?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Show the judge that you want as much punishment as possible. Hope she goes easy on you. She was friends with Jessica's mother though, so I doubt anything will work. You could be looking at the full six months. I'm so sorry."

"Thanks, it's gonna be fine either way. Time to just...own up and face the music." Rachel smiled.

"Wow, you're taking this pretty well. You're a strong spirit, I can see why Kelsey is so in love with you." I smiled and turned to the next question.

"What about my diploma?"

"I actually have good news on that one! You aren't walking at graduation but....ta da!" She held it up but wouldn't let me have it. "I'll give this to your mother so you don't lose it. Heather wants to make a request with this diploma, though it's yours if you decline."

"What's the request?"

"She wants you to work for a semester in their community outreach program once you get out. Give back to her since she jumped through hoops for you. You don't HAVE to but I think she's earned it."

"What does the program look like?"

"You would be Coach William's assistant coach. You could work with girls swim, track, cross country, or you could specialize into one of the bigger sports if you wanted. Like Soccer or Cheer.

My eyes got wide and so did my smile. "And Coach Williams would be my boss?"

"Yep. You would get a paycheck and you would have girls under you to give you a shot at some responsibility. Who knows? It could become a permanent gig if you wanted it to." I didn't want that, but a couple of years wouldn't kill me.

"Tell Heather that I will absolutely be taking her up on her offer once I'm out." I said happily. Rachel clapped her hands.

"Great! I will pass that along. I think our time is done here, how are you holding up? I heard you had lunch with your mom and sister yesterday?"

"Yep. I'm good. Christine was processed yesterday so she's gone and I have the cell to myself now but otherwise I am solid. How are my pregnant lovers?"

"They are so good! I have never seen Kelsey so at peace or in love in my life. Her and Chloe were like...meant for each other. If she wasn't having a kid with a man I would be a little concerned about her life choice, but the fact that they both have you and they're pregnant together and helping each other through it. It's wonderful. I'm so happy."

"That's great to hear. Is therapy going well for them?" They were seeing therapists to rid them of Jessica's awful taunting and mind fuckery. She nodded.

"It's...going. It's gonna take some time though." She sat here for a second before taking a big breath. "Still, they're strong. It's gonna be fine. Alright, I will see you tomorrow for the big day."

"Thank you Rachel." I said giving her a big hug. "Give everyone my love."

"Will do!"

The day proceeded fairly uneventfully. I talked with Slate for a while, she was a lot sweeter to me now that she was carrying my baby. 17 pregnancies by the way. out of the 26 girls I fucked. Over 50% you love to see it.

I woke up really late at night to some hot sensual kissing. I opened my eyes to see a new woman, tall, blonde, imposing. She sat next to my bed with a smile on her face that made me feel like an exhibit rather than a person.

"Good morning, John Kenway. I am Madeline but soon you will only be able to call me Mistress. I'm here to get your prepped for the trial. Do you understand the process?"

The ominous beginning of that sentence had my blood pumping. "Uh, not really. No." She positioned herself behind me on the bed and propped my head up on her chest. She reached around and grabbed my cock under my pants. Her hand was wet with some sort of lube that smelled like lavender and she started to play with my cock, getting me instantly aroused.

"Well, it is about 2am, your trial is at 9. My job is to make you a drooling, retarded, leaky mess before you get into the courtroom. This is to prevent you from being able to convincingly lie. Also it's important to build up a large reservoir of cum in your balls for the jury. Do you have any questions?"

I had so many. Still, I figured it would be faster just to live the experience. "No."

"Good, then we will begin." She stroked my cock more deliberately. She ran her hand up and down the full length of my shaft and she massaged and pulled gently on my balls. For about 45 minutes, the room was silent apart from the wet sounds of her hands sliding over my shaft. It felt really nice. I just lay back in her arms and closed my eyes.

She picked up the pace, working both hands on either side and really focusing on my head. It felt so good and I could feel my balls swell with cum. I moaned and she giggled. "There we go, time to get you really going. Feels good doesn't it? You ready to cum yet?"

"Nope, still good."

"Still good, okay. Gonna keep working, you just relax baby." I did. If she was gonna do this for another 7 hours then this would truly be a test of my new endurance.

She worked diligently trying to push me toward the edge but I held on for a good two hours. Then I had my first little break. I got close, really close. "Oh, there he is. That took quite a while but now I think we're getting into the rhythm of it." She cooed in my ear pleasantly. She slowed her strokes and stopped and I felt the edge slowly fall away. I moaned. "Yes it's a bit frustrating isn't it? Cumming for a beautiful woman feels so good. I hear it feels even better if you call her Mistress. You wanna call me Mistress, my love?"

I did, but I wanted her to work for it. "Heh, I'm fine." She grinned at the challenge.

"Very well."

She kept working. She was right though, once I broke once, I started to break more and more. It took me 2 hours to reach the first edge, only 15 minutes to reach the second. She was an expert at this, she knew exactly when to stop. Right when I thought I was gonna be allowed release, right when I thought she went too far, she pulled back and once again I was left hanging. My balls were aching and full now. At one point I think I let out "Mistress, please!"

"Mmmm only good boys get cummies." She whispered, letting my orgasm die away again. I moaned in frustration.