Meat-Loading Zone

The judge, impressed by her honest desire to make amends, drafted the conditions of her community-slut work simply. He designated her to return to the scene of the crime, to make the utmost amends, while also listing her as a low flight-risk slut, yet not a none flight-risk; since her limited personal history as a slut.

Attending to her low flight risk; she was given a weak collar connected to an equally stretchable leash, made amply long, connecting to a knee-height perimeter of fencing set around the very space she stole earlier.

The loading crews that normally use the space were informed by the court to park elsewhere again.

Of course her normal attire was reviewed as not representing community-slut work, and was removed, with the Judge making a personal call as to her new uniform; he kept her glass as not to be cruel and ordered her to wear thigh-highs and arm sleeves to hug against the fat of her limbs, with a garter belt included.

As a style choice, everything she had was given a cow print theme; prompting a bell to be put on her collar and a cow horn headband on her head. Additionally, props were given for public usage within her pen; such as ID tags and bells to clamp anywhere on her body, along with a cattle tail inspired plug.

If her crime were any more severe or if she'd wasted his time with multiple retrials; he would've included a large mechanized bull-cock of a dildo to rut her throughout her service.

Feeling the cold morning air against her exposed body, stunned her and made her almost want to cover up her body with her arms and duck down under her fencing; especially as foot traffic started to flow in with people handling early morning shopping, but she knew that would be no honest way to make amends, so she kept her hands pinned to her hips and stood stiff, enduring persistent looks.

Soon enough an old yet healthy looking guy approached, seeing the marks from a state issued sharpy; with 'community slut' written above her snatch and 'parking violator' as a tramp stamp.

He felt worried about whether her milky skin would burn out in the sun all day, regardless of the sunscreen and lube given to her, motivating him to jack off near the edge of her pen while checking out her ass from behind.

"Come here, girl" he said like he was coaxing an animal.

"Yes, sir" she responded, quickly shuffling over while avoiding eye contact.

"Suck it" he said plainly without any disrespect, even as his offhand went to grope her breast; both stunning and calming her.

Marion slowly knelt down, and was overcome by thoughts of her husband; coping with the idea that he'd want her home as soon as possible, and that his dick was perfectly average; so there shouldn't be a point in comparing. . .

"Get to it" The old-timer reminded; noticing his slut lost in thought.

She went to follow her lawyer's strategy, but her senses got the better of her, and as soon as her mouth was open and she was close enough to smell, she went to lapping at the tip and sloppily kissing it; using the instincts that kept her marriage going for 20+ years.

"good-girl!" he groaned in surprise at the welcomed tongue bath and quick bobs she made thrusting him against her cheek in rhythm with her sudden hum.

Her fear of eye contact also vanished with her rush of instincts; as her eyes, magnified cutely by her glasses, looked up at him like he was her husband as she imagined just that.

He held on to a post for dear life while he felt worked by an utterly devoted beast of a woman, not lasting a few minutes more before he was crying out "Wait!,Wait". Stunning her in place while he desperately got a few thrusts in her mouth and then urgently pulled out; painting her chin and chest with a few shots of cum.

The old man stepped back to take a breather before planning to resume his errands, and Marion saw her slicked handy work and felt the warm public sentiments against her tits; feeling proud of evidence of her good deed, just as someone abruptly slid into her tight cunt from behind.