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55 Days Or 55 Gallons"Bailiff, check the subjects moisture."
I felt someone pinch my nipple. Then I felt something being pressed into me. Now my eyes were open. My nose began to itch and I tried to scratch it. My hands would not move. They were tied to the arms of a chair. The back of the chair was tilted back slightly. Looking down I saw that my legs were spread like I was in the Gynecologist office. I tried to close my legs but I could not. The bailiff had a smile on her face as she slowly pushed the thing into me. Her back was to the judge so the judge could not see what she was doing to my nipples. Pinching and kneading nipples as I stared at the strange woman. I felt the all too familiar feeling building deep inside me. My nipples are very sensitive and honestly I can come just by pinching and pulling them.
Then she stopped. The bitch stopped. I was close. I don't like being left hanging.
"She is 100 percent your honor."
I thought to myself, Of course I am 100 percent. Now if you will just twist my nipple another minute, I will show you 1000 percent .
"I think this court needs to see if the subject will be able to complete her sentence," The judge said.
"What sentence? What have I been accused of? What did I do wrong? Don't I get an attorney?" I said.
"Silence Bitch," the judge yelled. "One more outburst and your sentence will be increased!"
Then my big mouth opened and I yelled things I never knew I could.
"Put a gag in her."
I did not hear the gag order as I continued to yell. Then something large was pushed into my mouth and tied around my head. Instantly I could no longer yell.
Lets see if she has the right stuff, shall we?
I watched as the judge, bailiff and two other women gathered around my chair. The judge began to knead my right breast and nipple. The bailiff did the same to my left breast and nipple. Each of the other women massaged my legs and arms. Then one of them, began to rub my foot. God, do I love my feet massaged. No I am not into a foot fetish, I don't think. It just feels so damn good.
The feeling was back and I was moaning through the the gag. I hoped they would continue until it was too late. They kept massaging my body until... they stopped. No, this is not right. Why the hell did they stop. I am so turned, if a humming bird passed by my clit, I would cum.
The judge stepped forward, smiled, twisted each nipple, then she toyed with my clit. Her fingernail just crazed it. That was it. I froze in my seat. My head was thrown back like I had just hit a brick wall with my car. She pressed a little harder and I cammmmmmm. You have to understand, I don't just cum a little. I cum a lot. Past girlfriends have said that I cum so much that I could fill a bottle. No, its not piss. Piss is thin. My cum is thick like honey. I don't know where or how I can produce so much, but I pump it out. And today was no disappointment. But this time I had a whopper of an orgasm. Multiple.
"She will do fine but I think because of her little outburst, she will do 55 gallons instead of 55 days," the judge said as she stood looking at me.
"Helen B Yates, this court finds you guilty of doing unnatural things in your car while parked in our town. You were observed, touching yourself while sitting in a no parking zone. You will be incarcerated in our town jail and will serve sentence until you are done. I must warn you that you will be jailed with twenty other women who will make sure you fill your obligation. These women have not been able to succeed, but they will be informed that you are the one. They will make sure that you fill the 55 gallon drum with your cum. These are desperate women. They know what they have to do.
They will do whatever is necessary to make you cum.
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