The Trial

Florence was dragged squirming and trying to stop moving her legs, so the detectives grabbed her by the arms and carried her. Her silk robe came undone, and she flashed her tits and crotch at everyone in the lobby. They took her outside and tossed her face down into the back of a large black sedan.

As they drove off, Cobb made some calls. "Yeah, we have her, and she confessed....are the plaintiffs still there? Ok, get us a courtroom....Yeah, pretty open and shut case."

Florence still had no idea what was going on. If this was a prank, she was going to sue the fuck out of some people. After a while, the car pulled into a garage, and the two detectives pull her out. As they took her into the station, no one seemed to think any of this was out of the ordinary.

"Courtroom C," said the desk sergeant.

"Thanks, Lou."

The two detectives dragged Florence to an elevator, up a few floors, then down a hall and into a courtroom. On one side there was a man in suit and the three guys Florence had shot down last night. The detectives plopped Florence into a seat behind a small table across from the well dressed man and the three guys from last night.

"If we free you, will you stay still, calm, and quite?" asked Maxwell.

Florence nodded.

They took off her handcuffs and gag, and Florence clasped her robe shut.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Malcom Warren!" cried the bailiff.

Everyone stood up and the judge entered with a stenographer, whose hair was a bit messed up, and she was licking her lips and adjusting her clothes as if she had just been fucked.

The judge sat down. "Florence Pugh...let's see. You are accused of turning down male advances at a place where men and women meet to mingle and hook up."

"Yes, sir, and she confessed this to detectives Cobb and Maxwell," said the well-dressed man who was apparently a lawyer.

"I did nothing wrong!" said Flornce.

The judge banged his gavel. "You will not speak unless I address you." The judge held up a photo of Florence in the dress she had on last night taken by someone outside the club. "Is this you?"

"Yes, you're honor."

"Were you wearing a bra?"

"Well, no, but I don't see..."

"'Yes' or 'no' will suffice."

"Did you dance?"

"Yes."

"Did you dance provocatively?"

"Well, I..."

"Yes or no."

"Yes, but..."

"Stop talking," said the judge. "Do you recognize those three men?" He pointed to the men from last night.

"Yes."

"And each one hit on you, and you rejected each in turn?"

"Yes, but, I wasn't..."

"Gag her!" said the judge.

Maxwell and Cobb gagged Florence again.

"There is no doubt that you, Florence Pugh, dressed and danced provocatively at a night club and then teased the male patrons and refused these men's advances, the advances you elicited. I see no recourse but to sentence you!"

"MMMMPPHHH!"