Stuart, 20 Year Old Juror (Kinkiness Level 4)

You groan as you head into the court for the 14th day of this painfully dull case. That's 14 days of your life, lost forever. 14 days since you've been allowed to contact the outside world. Despite how boring it is, this case is exceptionally high-profile. The accused is a 24 year old woman, accused of tax evasion, of all things. Her daddy, some stupidly rich and famous something-or-other, gave her heaps of cash every birthday since her 18th, but she never declared a cent of it. And now it's all coming back to bite her in the ass. Due to her high status and the vast sums involved, the prosecution really want to make an example of her, presumably so that other wealthy heiresses don't assume that they can escape with a slap on the wrist any time soon.

So yeah, thanks to this rich bitch, you've been stuck in a hotel without social media or even Internet for two fucking weeks. You've resorted to reading books. Made of actual paper. The humanity!

Who knows what your girlfriend Julia has been up to in that time. The last conversation you had was a big argument, because she suspected you of being unfaithful, and that really pissed you off because you hadn't been. You would have made up the next day, but it turned out that you were to have your phone confiscated that evening, after sudden jury duty called, leaving you only a short time to fire off quick messages to each of the important people in your life explaining your situation, and not even time to read any replies.

There was some important stuff you were supposed to send to your mother too, which you completely forgot about, and your step-sister will be impatiently waiting for you to return so that you can hand back the keys to her car, which are still in your pocket. Your best friend Jasmine (the one Julia is apparently convinced that you're fucking) had two tickets to a local rock concert, and you were supposed to go together. But that concert would have been last night. So, no chance of that now.

In short, this has been really fucking inconvenient.

"...bla bla bla The Wall."

You perk up at those two words, and finally start paying attention to the court again. The only part of this case that interests you is The Wall.

Earlier this year, a new law was finally put into effect. People had complained for years... or, well, centuries, really, that there was one rule for the poor, and another for the rich. Rich people had better lawyers, were treated more leniently by juries because they presented themselves well, and if they were **** to pay a fine, well, the fine often meant nothing to a rich person. They still had tons of disposable income. Meanwhile, a poor person presented with a fine might not be able to afford rent.

So, this crazy, controversial new law was proposed. And somehow, surprising everyone, passed a vote in Parliament. And now it's a reality. If your net worth is over 1 million... And you would get a fine... You don't get a fine. Instead, you get a physical punishment that you would find just as upsetting as a poor person would find it upsetting to face the fine.

A three figure fine? A degrading tattoo.
A four figure fine? Public spanking.
A five figure fine? Well, then it gets sexual. Starting with public naked exposure, and then if your fine is high enough, then it's government-mandated chastity cages for men (like ankle tagging, but it goes on your cock and prevents you from masturbating or having sex), and for women... you get The Wall.

Oh yes. It's exactly what it sounds like.

There's a special facility down one end of town. You go there, you pay a thousand big ones, and you get to fuck a butt suspended in a wall. They won't tell you exactly who they are, but they'll be one of the female convicts who was given a big fat fine.

And until enough men have creamed inside her holes for their grand-a-pop to have paid off her fine, that's where the slut will stay.