"The Court understands that the State and the defendants have come to the following agreement. In exchange for a misdemeanor plea of guilty to defacement of public property, the State will dismiss the felony charges against the defendants under the following conditions. Defendants will be subject to 11 months, 29 days of penal servitude with resultant loss of all citizenship rights for the same period, commencing upon acceptance of the plea and after the administration of five lashes each to the back and buttocks only. Defendants will not be subjected to public sale, felony branding, or lashing, but will otherwise be dealt with as if they had been convicted of a felony enslavement offense. Upon corporal punishment and processing, defendants will be transported to the Hidden Hills Correctional Workhouse to serve their terms as property of the State to be used in whatever way the State sees fit, except that the defendants shall suffer no permanent markings or disfigurement."
The judge said a bunch more, but it came down to the fact that if we didn't accept the offer we would go to trial and if found guilty, which would be a forgone conclusion since our drunken stupidity was recorded on HD3D, we would be enslaved for at least 5 years as felons, publicly whipped and sold to the highest bidder for at least 60 months. Our parents would be publicly shamed and would lose social and business opportunities. By taking the plea deal we avoided all that. Plus, at the end of our sentence, the entire affair would be expunged and we would get a fresh start.
Thanks to the prominence of our families, we are standing in a closed courtroom after having entered via a private entrance, with just our lawyers, the District Attorney, two court bailiffs, and the Judge approximately an hour before court normally starts. As far as our friends and the public were concerned we were taking a gap year trekking wilderness areas and forgoing technology and social media to "find ourselves" We had all turned 19 within a few days of each other and were inseparable, so the cover story was believable.
My lawyer nudged me and whispered "tell the judge you accept the plea. I repeated what I have been instructed to say.
"I Brooke Ashcroft accept the plea as stated, free of coercion and with full understanding of the consequences."
My friends Mark Thompson and his twin sister Beth repeated the words. Our parents were not present, supposedly in aid of the cover story, but I suspect to avoid embarrassment in front of their friends, the judge and the District Attorney.
The judge continued, "The court, having taken the guilty pleas of the defendants do hereby hold publication of conviction in abeyance pending the successful completion of penal servitude. From this moment for the next 11 months, 29 days you are hereby enslaved to the State, deprived of all the rights and privileges of free citizens. Bailiff strip the slaves. Counsel, please insure their personal items and clothing are returned to their families "
Brooke understood that newly enslaved criminals were stripped in open court upon pronouncement of sentence. Her lawyer had already collected her purse and wrist comp before court, but she didn't expect it to happen to her. She figured that they would be discreetly directed to the jail in back to disrobe. The judge and the DA had eaten across the table from her and her parents on their frequent visits to her home. To see her naked... The lawyers told all of them that once sentence was passed, to say nothing at all to anyone unless asked a question, so Brooke bit back her complaints.
One of the bailiffs whispered in her ear, "Strip missy or I cut them off." Brooke complied, lowering the straps to her summer dress and letting it pool at her feet.
"Underwear and shoes too." The court officer unclasped her bra her lush DD breasts and long nipples coming free. At least her body was attractive, Brooke was proud of her trim body with wide hips and the trace of abs on her belly. The rest of her was firm and filled out thanks to daily exercise. As she as she shimmied out of her panties, she let the world know that the carpet did indeed match the drapes.
"Now the hair clasp" She removed it and her luxuriant red hair fell almost to her butt.
Brooke glanced to her right and saw the nude profiles of Mark and Beth. Beth, she has seen nude changing clothes, and her perky breasts and bubble butt were well known to her growing up. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair was hanging down as she stepped out of her own panties. Beth preferred a bald look, claiming to Brooke she like the way her swimsuit fit. Mark was six foot two and looked like a Greek god with the same hair as his twin He was even more endowed than she had suspected from furtive glances to his crotch over the years. Brooke looked at the judge and was shocked to see her lick her lips. Brock was mortified and blushing to her toes
"Bailiffs, remove the slaves from the courtroom"
The officer ordered, "Hands behind your back"
Brooke felt cold handcuffs snapped on her wrists and heard similar clicking sounds beside her. She was firmly turned and walked to the side entrance she had entered the courtroom from earlier. Instead of turning left toward the exit to the justice center, she was turned to the right, her bare feet slapping on the cold tile once she left the carpeted courtroom.
She was halted almost immediately at a metal door. The bailiff directing her spoke into her wrist comp.
"Door 12, three for slave processing" A loud click came from the door and the officer opened it and the three along with the court officers entered a short hallway with another door at the end.
As the door shut behind them with a click, the other officer said "Release Door 11" Another click and the far door was opened.
Brooke passed through and was immediately turned to the right and entered a room with a open normal door. Along one wall was four areas with shackles at the top and bottom that would force the person secured into a x position. On the other side of the room were four stations, one of which had a naked woman strapped in. Her ass was pointed up and her head and hands were locked into slots and straps held her thighs apart. Her feet were shackled far apart form each other, exposing her pussy and ass to view. Her tits hung down and a little forward. Unlike the pillories of old, this was a stainless-steel affair with padded wrist and head slots along with an additional area which, from looking at the woman, the person restrained was expected to kneel. An anal plug was inserted in her ass and in turn attached to a metal arm. The reason for the probe was apparently to hold the woman still. Her left butt cheek had a 4-inch-tall "F" in black that looks like it had been freshly marked from the reddened skin around it. A machine was applying a similar sized barcode and numbers on her right cheek. In view of the woman and all the stations was a huge HD3D screen that showed an image of the court house punishment square and auction block. A crowd was gathering. The woman was sobbing quietly.
"Slaves will move to each flogging station and face the wall, legs spread apart and hands on the wall above your heads."
The trio compiled, and Brooke's legs were shackled and spread even further apart. Her handcuffs were released and her arms stretched up and apart to be shackled in turn. From the sound, Mark and Beth were also being secured to the wall. There was a whirring sound and the chains retracted, stretching her arms and feet out and pressing her tits against the concrete wall.
