Caught In Court
© 2023 by Bob2300 (deviantart.com/Bob2300)
Edited by Dannysuling (deviantart.com/dannysuling

Part One

It was very much a standard, unassuming courtroom. The ceiling had a bit of decoration, and there was a fancy plaque on one wall. Wooden panels occupied most of the wall space. Someone was sitting to the side of the dais—a stenographer, taking notes, who looked half-asleep. Another day, another case to be recorded. The judge had a big, important-looking chair, with thickly padded velvet upholstery and a high table up on a raised platform. There were two wooden tables to the right and left side of the aisle. For a plaintiff on one side and a defendant on the other. There was also plenty of room for a lawyer and a couple of expert witnesses to aid them.

Behind that, behind a barricade, there were three rows of seats. Located to the right of the judge, were various bits of evidence laid out on a bench. These were the only items that might raise a few eyebrows. Some of them appeared to be ordinary paperwork, but other items looked like materials one might use in a kidnapping, or perhaps a low-budget pornographic production involving a particularly tightly-trussed damsel.

On one side of the courtroom, a woman with a few bits of paper in her hands was pacing, nervous and agitated. She would get up, rattle the few bits of paper, and sit back down. The woman had a rather nice silhouette, with rolling hips that were complimented by her tight waist and large well-proportioned breasts that threatened to spill out from her top. She had a pretty face, nice cheek bones, and her legs looked long—very long. The woman’s backside was wiggly and jiggling. She was perhaps a little short, but all-in-all a very nice package indeed. She looked like she’d gotten her outfit from a charity bin the previous night, and her hair, cropped short to about an inch, looked untended. Her nose had an obvious nasal piercing, big and heavy, which seemed to be starkly at odds with the rest of her outfit. Her eyes looked heavy, as if she hasn’t slept. The overall effect was that of a nervous wreck who was about one dose of caffeine away from collapsing. She wore some rather awful looking trainers on her feet as well, which looked like a dog had gotten to one of them, and yet she was still wearing them in court.

In contrast, on the other side of the room was a well-dressed woman in a tight-fitting, pastel-blue business suit. She was a good eight inches taller than her bedraggled opponent, positively Amazonian, a natural brunette with long straight hair. She sported 3-inch heels, and her legs were long and firm, her waist neat and tight, and her body strong but not nearly as curvy as the other girl’s.

This second woman was not alone, A team of lawyers and other professionals supported her. One of the lawyers, dressed in a crisp black suit, grinned with a smile that almost made her resemble a shark. As the woman on the other side of the room looked about ready to collapse, with no one to help or support her. The woman in the blue suit looked every inch the competent professional with a couple dozen concerned-looking friends backing her up. Behind the woman on her own there was absolutely no one.

Next to the judge’s bench, a woman in a blue security uniform was hovering, looking up at the clock. She walked a couple of paces over and tapped on the door frame next to her. The court bailiff then announced over the intercom, so that the entire room could hear, “Case number 2381, the matter of Higgs Vs Rollins. Second Circuit Judge Georgina Lee Jeffreys presiding. All parties present please rise.”

A moment later the judge walked in, wearing a black robe over a business suit. She was a petite Asian woman in her late thirties or very early forties. She quickly observed the defendant and her assembled smartly dressed team, and nodded respectfully. She then looked at the plaintiff in her scruffy clothes, and a scowl crossed over the judge’s brows.

“This Court is now in session,” the judge announced. “All parties for Case 2381 please be seated. Miss Molly Higgs, I see you are representing yourself. I have to ask, though, do you really think that’s a good idea? Your dress is terrible, it’s an insult to the court, that you turn up looking like this. Can you kindly tell me what is going on before I have the bailiff throw you out, or arrest you for contempt”!

Molly looked incredibly nervous, like she was going to have a heart attack right in front of the judge. Her voice shook, but she answered to the best of her abilities.

“Yes, Your Honour, I am representing myself. I couldn’t afford a lawyer. I don’t even have a bank account to my name at the moment. I checked with the court and apparently I don’t meet the requirements to qualify for legal aid. I look like this because I had to get my clothes from a charity bin. My hair is like this because Miss Rollins shaved most of it off and it hasn’t regrown. This thing in my nose is made from titanium, thanks again to Emma Rollins, and there is a grommet riveted into my sternum. I can’t remove it easily.” The plaintiff’s voice was full of emotion, and she was practically shouting at the judge, who was now angrily banging her gravel. When she replied, her words were laced with irritation and a bitter tone.

“Order! Order! There is no need to take that tone with me, young lady.”

The plaintiff tried to pull back and rein in her emotions. She tried to change her posture so that she wasn’t squaring up against the judge. She knew that a fight with the judge could easily scupper any chance that she had of getting anything close to justice in this matter—or even getting a fair hearing at all.

The judge looked at her papers and shook her head. “Back to the case at hand. We have the plaintiff Miss Molly Higgs. To summarise your rambling, nonsensical complaint, I will present the ‘cliff notes’ for the official transcript. You are suing the defendant Miss Emma Rollins for the value of your car, the book price of which is £2300. You claim that the defendant disposed of it without your consent. You are further claiming the value of your personal effects, including your clothing and furniture that you allege the defendant disposed of without your consent. They are valued at around £4700 according to the low-end estimate you managed to get. Further, you are suing for the return of personal papers and effects that you allege the defendant has in her possession. As itemised in your statement, they include your passport, medical records, underwear, etc.—things of that general nature.”

Miss Higgs fervently nodded her agreement. The judge looked at the papers and rolled her eyes. She was having a little difficulty keeping the scorn out of her voice.

“Further, you are claiming against Miss Rollins for lost wages, emotional distress, and pain and suffering equating to £5000 per month. You are in fact alleging that Miss Rollins falsely imprisoned you for six months and subjected you to continuous and humiliating bondage and sexually degrading treatment, while she held you prisoner as her lesbian sex slave against your will.”

The plaintiff looked acutely embarrassed, she blushed swallowed and nodded. “Th-that’s right, your honor.”

The judge looked over to the defendant almost apologetically, perhaps regretful that she had to subject this smart-looking woman to the fanciful sounding allegations.

“And there is a counter claim from the defendant Miss Emma Rollins. She is alleging that the two of you entered into a romantic relationship six months ago, shortly after you moved in with her, a relationship that included a lot of healthy consensual BDSM play. That included a lot of bondage, as well as submissive and dominant role- play. She states that shortly you entered into such a relationship, a few weeks later, the two of you were married in a civil union. She further states that after that date you suffered an acute mental breakdown, and the interpretation of events that you have filed as part of your claim is a complete fabrication, due to your mental illness.”

Miss Higgs looked very angry and put her hand up to speak, the judge looked at her and barked orders.

“You can speak later! Now, if you will kindly let me finish, Miss Rollins states that you were being kept restrained under her care under your own request. She is saying that she got the eminent Doctor Miss Elizabeth Hardwick to give you a full psychological assessment. Further, this assessment states that Miss Molly Higgs should be legally declared unfit to govern your own affairs. She requests that this court should put you under her authority as your legal guardian. That you should be held in perpetual conservatorship. and that further she should be in charge of your ongoing care, Miss Higgs. She states that she has, at her own expense, prepared a suitable on-site facility for your care, generously set up at her place of residence, a place to keep you strictly restrained to prevent you, Miss Higgs, from being a danger to yourself or others. The residence in question is located at 56 Maple Drive, where you and Miss Rollins had previously been living together as a married couple.”

A woman in black next to Miss Rollins stood up, a calm and confident air about her.

“With your permission, Your Honour, I will address the court. I am Miss Rollins’ solicitor, Ms Natasha Volkich, Esquire. That summary is quite correct. I have papers to prove that my client Miss Rollins had written permission to take over Miss Higgs’ financial affairs. I also have specific written permission for the sale of the car. Further, I have a written request from Miss Higgs to Miss Rollins to dispose of her surplus property, and to hold her papers and other personal items in trust. Further, I have a signed agreement between the two parties where Miss Higgs requested that Miss Rollins take over as her legal guardian in perpetuity, and that she needed to be kept in tight unrelenting bondage for her own good as per the recommendations of Dr Hardwick. Your Honour, I am requesting that you simply dismiss her case and return her to my client for her ongoing care.”

The lawyer pulled a bundle of papers wrapped in black ribbon out of her case, then turned to the stunned plaintiff and offered them to her.

“Miss Higgs, I would like to make you an offer and save us all a lot of time. Rather than go through the stress of the courtroom and trial, just sign this agreement. We can get you wrapped up nice and snug and back home where you belong in an hour. Miss Rollins, will generously take complete care of you.”

The plaintiff leaped up jumped a couple of feet back, as if she were ready to run, as if someone had pulled a weapon on her. Her breathing became erratic, and she clutched her chest.

“You can’t do that to me!” She cried out to the judge. “You can’t send me back to her! She is a pervert. She kidnapped and imprisoned me! Our relationship...it’s all in her mind. She is the one who is delusional! She made it all up not me. I don’t like bondage, I am not a submissive, or a masochist, or even a lesbian. I don’t want to be tickled, spanked, tied up, or edged.”

The judge looked very fed up, and raised a finger to shush her.

“Miss Higgs, can you please calm yourself down? If you continue, I will be forced to dismiss your case. Now. returning you to Miss Rollins’ care under a governorship order is only one of many possible outcomes—unless you want to save us all some time and sign that agreement that would see Miss Rollins generously paying for all your medical bills. Though I do have to say, with more outbursts like that, it will become far more likely that the court will not make a judgment in your favor.”

The plaintiff looked at the judge as if she had just threatened her with torture. She looked at Miss Rollins’ lawyer as if she were a poisonous snake, and the bundle of papers as one might look at an unexploded bomb. A shiver ran down her body as she tried to compose herself, and it took her a few seconds for her to become more composed.

“No, please, You Honour. I will follow the court’s procedures, I don’t want to sign that agreement.”

“Then let’s proceed, Miss Higgs. The bailiff will swear you in.”

The bailiff walked over and pulled Miss Higgs to the stand. A large black book was held up to her, and nervously she placed her right hand on it. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you god?” the court officer recited.

“I…I do.”

The judge scowled at her as the little hesitation in her answer. Her next words were delivered with a sharp tone to her voice and a disbelieving pitch. “Please, describe what happened in your own words. Remember you are under oath. I can have you locked up for perjury for a very long time, because these are very serious allegations.”

For a second Miss Higgs looked confused and nervous, as if she were trying to get everything in order inside her head. “Well, I worked as a waitress in the local area, and my apartment was tiny. You see, I was looking for better accommodation. On the third of March this year I saw an advert in the paper. Miss Rollins had a three-bedroom house and she was looking for a lodger. The house looked very nice, and the garden was big, and there was parking. It all looked good. When I met her in person, she seemed sane, reasonable, nice and friendly. But that turned out to be wrong. She ended up being a complete mad fucking bitch!”

The judge banged her gavel and the bailiff grabbed hold of Miss Higgs’ elbows, twisting her arms. The judge threatened her, narrowing her eyes. “You can’t say that in my court room! Do you want me to find you in contempt of court? We could reconvene after you have spent a few days in a solitary prison cell cooling your heels. I could have you left naked on a mattress, hog-cuffed for the next three days. Is that what you want?”

The bailiff let her go, and Miss Higgs raised her hands as if she were trying to defend herself from a physical blow. She seemed to be trying to make herself look as small as possible, shrinking back almost as if she wanted to hide behind the stand.

“Sorry, your Honour,! On…getting to know her I…she was a—”

The judge cut her off. “I don’t want to hear it. Just stick to the facts as far as you are aware of them.”

The plaintiff sighed very heavily and wearily. “So, I moved in and signed a legal agreement on the fourth of March. I had all my stuff moved in on the fifth of March. Miss Rollins...actually helped me move all my stuff.” Miss Higgs had to work really hard to keep a large number of swearwords divorced from her vocabulary for the moment. “She soon turned out to be, well, I will describe her as crazy. I woke up on the evening of the fifth of March to find that she had used a spare key to let herself into my room. I woke up with her kneeling on the bed on top of me. Before I knew what was going on she was pinning me down and kissing me. She had her knees either side of my waist, her hands were on my wrists, holding me down so I couldn’t fight back.”

The lawyer interjected, trying to demolish the plaintiff’s credibility. “Your Honour, my client Miss Rollins was invited in by the plaintiff. Admittedly they were a little rough, but everything was consensual play between two consenting adults. It was all just a game.”

“I assure you it wasn’t a game,” Miss Higgs quickly interrupted. “I began to scream at her to get out of my room. But she just pinned me down and kissed me. When she stopped the first time, I screamed again for her to get out, to get off me. There was more of a struggle as she ignored my requests. She pulled my arm behind my back and pinned me to the mattress, then began to grope my breasts and kiss my neck. I managed to get my legs under me and bucked her off. She landed on the mat, rolled and got back up. For a moment she backed off out of the room. From the corridor, she told me that I needed her, that we belonged together. I was panicking. I started to pack my bag right there and then. I was going to move out with whatever I could fit in my car, and worry about the rest later.”

Miss Rollins looked both confused and concerned by this statement. The doctor beside her shook her head and scribbled down some notes. But the lawyer for the defendant looked calm. Miss Higgs appeared confused and worn out, and seemed to be having trouble keeping herself together. Apparently, the stress of the legal proceeding on her was immense. She picked up a glass of water and slowly sipped it, but her hand trembled and she had to hold the glass with two hands before setting it down.

“I was still packing my bag when she came back, telling me again that we were meant to be together. I tried to make a break for it, to run for the door in just my night shirt and panties. But she was too fast. As you can plainly see, she is a good eight inches taller than I am. She grabbed me from behind and I dropped my bag. Really, the first time I managed to fight her off was more luck than anything else. I didn’t stand a chance to resist her again. She dragged me back into the room, and I saw she had a roll of electrical tape. She forced me down on the bed and taped up my hands until they were absolutely useless.”

“Your Honour,” interjected the lawyer, “it was the plaintiff who encouraged my client Miss Rollins to engage in role-play with her. It was her idea to use the electrical tape in their role-play. It is regrettably a side effect of her troubled mind that she is currently remembering things in this distorted way. You can see in section 14B of the report from Doctor Hardwick that Miss Higgs often had her hands taped up as a way of mentally abdicating her responsibility and her agency.”

The judge looked vaguely amused, as someone might who was looking at a conjuring trick pulled out of a cracker being presented to them. “Miss Higgs,” she said, “can you demonstrate to the court how your hands were restrained?”

Miss Higgs looked down at the floor, then over to the defendant’s lawyer in the black suit, and back up to the judge, shifting from one foot to the other. The defendant’s lawyer was calmly walking over, and Miss Higgs looked nervous

“Um...okay, I guess,” she murmured. The bailiff had already moved to the evidence table in preparation, and Miss Higgs held her hands out, looking away.

The Judge looked over and grinned. “Bailiff, can you secure her hands with that tape, that we just happen to have to hand?”

“Certainly, You Honour.” The bailiff produced four rolls of thick, heavy-duty, industrial electrical tape, and taped the plaintiff’s fingers of her left hand together into a flipper, then folded the hand over so her fingers were touching her palm, and then kept wrapping. Instinctively, Miss Higgs tried to pull back, but the bailiff had a good strong grip on her wrist, and the defendant’s lawyer was right behind her with her hands on her shoulders.

“Err...you’re using a lot more tape than she did,” stuttered Miss Higgs. “You just used an entire roll on one of my hands. You don’t need a second roll, either—I can barely feel my fingers already.” She was getting nervous. This was not how things were meant to go. Suddenly the defendant’s lawyer was twisting her other wrist harshly.

“Calm down, this is purely for discovery,” said the lawyer. “Now hold out your other hand so I can tape it up, I might as well use these other two rolls of tape.”

Miss Higgs watched in horror as her hands disappeared under turn after turn of black tape. “Okay...it was like this...just like this! You can see how useless my hands were...um, are. After she first taped me up, it was six months later, after I escaped, that the police officer who found me actually took the tape off, after two days in police custody.” She paused, trembling.

“Miss Higgs, please continue,” the judge instructed her. Miss Higgs held up her useless hands for a moment, then put them down by her sides and resumed her recollection of events.

“Well, she left me alone after she pulled off my nightshirt. I was crying and struggling to get out of the room, but she locked the door behind her. She was sniffing my nightshirt like some sort of pervert. She said we were destined to be together, that it was written in the stars, that I would learn to love her. She said that deep down I was a lesbian and I just needed to get familiar with the idea, even if she had to make me accept it.”

The defendant’s lawyer chimed in once again. “Miss Higgs before you had this relationship with my client, had you ever had feelings for another woman. Have you ever had bondage and submissive fantasies?”

The plaintiff turned bright red, blushing, finding it difficult to meet the lawyer’s eyes, looking down as if she were performing an inspection of the courtroom floor. “Err…no…… err…never did have a lezdom fantasy. Not even with Jane Crick from college. Look, just let me get on with the rest of my story.” The judge beckon her to continue.

“I screamed my head off, hoping that one of the neighbors would hear and call the police. But you see the walls were soundproof. The room I was held in was a literal prison cell. Later on, Emma told me that the floor had soundproofing under it as well, and that the ceiling had soundproofing above it in the attic. The walls were insulated with a thick layer under the plasterboard that acted as more soundproofing. The door was a high-security model with locking points around the frame, which I didn’t notice until I was trapped in. The windows were soundproofed, too, with tinted triple-glazing and secondary glazing. There were no handles on the inside of the windows, I was completely trapped.”

The lawyer walked over to a TV screen mounted on the wall. “My client had that room built that way to ensure her privacy. You can see from this video clip that Miss Higgs was rather noisy when the two of them were together. Miss Higgs, is that you on tape calling Miss Rollins ‘Mummy’? Asking her to spank you harder, screaming ‘Yes, yes, more, oh god more?’ Did you say ‘spank me harder’ at the top of your voice while wiggling your bottom at her?”

Miss Higgs looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her up. But it was not obliging, and she could only fiddle with her taped up hands nervously.

“Yes, it is.... But...I was...coerced during that...performance to act that way.”

The judge raised an eyebrow almost accusingly. “Okay, then what happened”?

“She returned with a bag full of items. She said it was a new outfit for me. Emma put my hands and arms in these lace-up elbow-length black mittens. My hands were useless, but she wasn’t finished yet.”

The judge looked at the table pointing to an item on it. “Were they the same mittens that the officers found you in six months later, after you had run away from the property?”

Miss Higgs could see where they were going. She felt her shoulders slump as she nervously rubbed one taped-up hand against the other. “Yes, they were.” She looked nervously over at the table of evidence, as the bailiff began to collect the mittens.

The judge requested, “Can you please put them on as part of discovery, so I can see exactly what you’re claiming.?”

Miss Higgs looked rather scared, and her reply was quiet. “Is this really necessary, Your Honor?”

“Yes,” the robed woman replied. “Bailiff, if you would do the honors?”

The defendant’s lawyer helped to put the plaintiff’s hands in the mittens, and was helpful enough to describe the process. “They lace up over the tape, and then a zipper closes over the laces. Then with the strap in place it’s nearly impossible to get to the zip or the laces.”

The plaintiff held up her hands. There was no way she was getting the mittens off without help. “Really I can’t use my hands at all. Can you untie me”?

The judge waved at her dismissively. “Maybe, when you’ve finished your testimony. Now get on with it.”

“Well, she also had a key that disconnected the handle from the inside of the door to my room so that I couldn’t use it. It’s just a keyhole from the inside. There was a handle on the outside, but I had no way to get out.”

The defendant’s lawyer helpfully pointed out, “My client did put that arrangement in place. But it was on the request of Miss Higgs, after she started to wander and have memory lapses.”

Miss Higgs looked like she wanted to throw a punch at the lawyer, but for the moment she kept herself in check as she continued with her testimony.

“Now, she had this weird heavy duty leather straitjacket for me. It was grey, open-breasted. She really liked playing with my tits. She laced me up into it, and the damn thing it was far too small and made my breasts poke out. There was a zip-up panel over the laces at the back, then a few straps that went over the zip that locked in place. Then my arms were pulled behind my back through these side loops and buckled tight. It was so secure that I could barely wiggle. She removed my panties, then, and there was a dual crotch strap. She made it really tight, unforgiving, so it was sinking deep into my ass. I couldn’t do anything to resist her, bound up like that.”

“Is that the same jacket that you were found in?” the judge asked with some curiosity in her voice, indicating the item on the table.

“Yes it is, Your Honor.... You’re going to make me wear it, aren’t you?”

The judge gave her a smug, knowing smile. “Just oblige me, Miss Higgs. Bailiff, if you will? The defendant’s lawyer can help you get it nice and tight, so we can all see your alleged predicament.”

The bailiff picked up the garment,

“Please hold your arms out...thanks,” the bailiff requested, Miss Higgs held her arms out at the ready. The lawyer and bailiff both acted as if it wasn’t their first time putting someone in a straitjacket. They quickly had her arms in the sleeves and then began to pull together he two halves at the back of the garment.

Miss Higgs felt herself pull against the garment. In response, the defendant’s lawyer gave her a hard slap on her ass! “Now don’t squirm as we lace it up”! They pulled her arms behind her back rather harshly, and the lawyer gave her sleeves a good few tugs and changed the position a little. “Now, it’s important we feed your arms through the side loops.” The defendant’s lawyer gave the jacket a harsh tug on the arm strap. Miss Higgs could feel her shoulders being wrenched back,

“Oh god! My arms. It’s far too tight! You’re hurting me!” she protested.

The justice peered down. “Were you kept in this level of restriction?” she asked, with genuine curiosity.

“No, Your Honor. She actually had it a lot tighter, closed all the way.”

The defendant’s lawyer spun her around to show the judge the gap at the back. “Okay, make her jacket tighter until you get it fully closed,” she ordered.

The lawyer complained, then said, “Her skirt is getting in the way of the crotch straps.”

“Well, you might as well take it off,” the presiding official smirked.

“No, please don’t”! Miss Higgs protested, but despite her concerns the skirt was whipped away and the crotch straps were pulled tight through her legs. They were made really tight, in fact, sinking into her flesh and showing off her pink heart-patterned panties that were now quite visible. The bailiff had her turning around in a circle, and she was blushing red and trying to avoid eye contact with everyone.

“Ouch! Okay, okay...you see how tight it is with the laces and the straps, I can’t do anything wearing this thing. She kept me bundled up like this for six months! I thought I was going mad during that time. Can you please let me out? This is humiliating; everyone in the court can see my panties!...”

“Miss Higgs, please stop your irritating whining and continue with your testimony,” the judge said sternly, seemingly ignoring the plaintiff’s predicament.”

“Well, she was kissing and squeezing me, and I couldn’t get away. She stripped down and the two of us were kissing and scissoring. I had no choice in the matter, because I was tied up too tight to resist. We both climaxed together after about twenty minutes. Then she licked me to another orgasm, and finally she made me do the same to her! It was really humiliating. When she was done she put my ankles in these padded leather cuffs and attached them to the bottom of the bed, and added a strap to the collar of the jacket to the head of the bed. I was stuck like that for the night, unable to get away, a prisoner in my bedroom.”

“Are those the same cuffs you were wearing when the police found you?” The lawyer pointed to the evidence table.

“Yes...wait! You don’t mean for me to wear them? This is ridiculous.” The plaintiff looked helplessly at the justice

“Miss Higgs?”

The bailiff and the defendant’s lawyer both grabbed a cuff each. The humiliation of Miss Higgs continued as she was quickly secured at her ankles. The ever helpful lawyer linked the cuffs together. The packaged plaintiff tugged at her bonds, looking down at her ankles.

“Okay, fine, I am wearing them with the six-inch hobble…are you happy now?”

“Miss Higgs, watch your tone. Now, then what happened?” The judge prompted her to get on with her testimony.

“The next morning she made me breakfast in bed, and Emma fed me by hand. I tried to resist and knocked the tray over. She punished me said she needed to teach me a lesson. She shoved my panties in my mouth, but she wasn’t happy with the gag, so then she used the sponge used to wipe up the spilled breakfast. But even that wasn’t enough, so she used a muzzle gag with this huge three-inch ball on the inside, which threatened to almost dislocate my jaw. Then she began to spanked me, telling me that I was a naughty girl. First she used her hand, then a paddle, and finally a wooden ruler. It really stung!”

“Your Honour, all of this was consenting S&M play,” the black-suited lawyer interjected. “It’s only due to the plaintiff’s deteriorating mental state that she remembers it this way.”

The witness, still was acting on her own, took a moment to compose herself. It was obvious that the defendant’s lawyer was getting to her.

“It wasn’t a game! From then on, when the gag came out a large ring-gag went in. I barely got the chance to say a word at all after that. She would make me kiss her or lick her pussy. She liked to cuddle and squeeze me, and bound up in my restraints I couldn’t really resist. She kept saying that she loved me, that I needed to be taken care of, and I wasn’t able to do anything for myself.”

“Is that three-inch ball-gag and muzzle combo the one you were wearing when the officer found you?” The presiding adjudicator asked.

“Yes...oh no! You want me to try it on, right”? Miss Higgs looked dejected.

“Yes, but it wasn’t just the gag was it?” the judge noted, and they both glanced over to the table. There was the pair of panties sitting next to it as evidence as well.

“Hold on!” Miss Higgs protested. “You’re not going to make me—Mmmppphhh!”

The bailiff was quite a bit quicker than the witness was expecting. The judge nodded support for her actions. The defendant’s lawyer added, “Bailiff, if you would be so good, I think it needs to be tightened to the last notch.” And when the enormous gag had been fully secured they pulled her over so that she was right in front of the judge.

“Mmmppphhhh!” the plaintiff squealed indignantly.

The judge inspected the gag to her satisfaction. “Looks good to me, Okay, let’s recess for lunch...!”

Part Two

Everyone reassembled back in the courtroom, to find Miss Higgs in exactly the same state that they had left her. The bailiff announced over the intercom, “All parties rise for the judge.... You may be seated. The court is now back in session.”

“Mmmmppphhh!” another indignant squeal was aimed in the judge’s general direction.

“Okay, bailiff,” she commented, “you can remove the gag from Miss Higgs’s mouth. We seem to have forgotten about her.”

The plaintiff drooled on herself, then worked her jaw for a moment. She had to strongly resist her desire to glower at the judge, or swear in front of the courtroom. “You took a two-and-a-half-hour recess for lunch! Please, at least let me out of this jacket!”

“Miss Higgs, kindly calm yourself,” the judge remonstrated. “You should be very grateful that your gag has been removed. Just continue to describe the events that followed.”

“You’re not letting me out of this jacket!?” Her voice became a little more desperate as she pulled on her useless arms and hopped from one foot to the other.

“Miss Higgs, would you like the gag back?”

“No!... No, Your Honour, I wouldn’t. Thank you.” The way Miss Higgs looked, with so much pent-up anger, it was probably a good thing that she had no way to get her hands on the judge. The jurist gestured with her open palm for Miss Higgs to proceed with her recollection of events.

“It got worse,” the plaintiff continued. “She told me that she sold my car to help cover my share of room and board, that I wouldn’t need it any more, that she would take care of me. That got me angry. I tried to kick her, in response. I saw red; I was really angry. She had no right to sell my car.”

“Your Honour,” the lawyer interrupted, “my client had every right to sell her car. As you can ascertain, these papers were signed and agreed by Miss Higgs.”

“What happened then?”

The plaintiff looked embarrassed, but she took a deep breath and pressed on. “She put a cane across the soles of my feet, again and again, until I couldn’t stand up. It was utter agony. Then she tightened up the straitjacket until it was truly hellish. She added a choking posture-collar onto my bondage. She also kept my ankles cuffed together with about a five- or six-inch strap, so I couldn’t kick her from then on.” The plaintiff looked over at the table at one of the few pieces of evidence that she was not currently wearing.

“Your Honour, I would like to enter into evidence this signed agreement. If you look at the relevant highlighted sections, it actively stipulates that the use of a cane was agreed between these two consenting adults, and that her feet were a valid target.”

The judge grinned, “Bailiff and Miss Volkich, if you would please add the posture collar and tighten up her jacket to demonstrate?”

Within moments, the collar was round Miss Higgs’ neck and the jacket was being tugged even tighter. Miss Higgs was starting to worry that the judge might want to see an example of her being spanked. She tried to twist her head round, only to experience the all too familiar feel of the collar.

“Please, why do you have to make me wear it?” she complained. The bailiff and attorney added the last few finishing touches to her jacket, and the judge seemed to notice the difference. “Miss Higgs please stop squirming around! Now, do continue.”

It took Miss Higgs a moment to compose herself again. “Well, she emptied out my room. She got rid of all my furniture and all my clothes—she sold them or threw them away. So it was just the bed I was strapped down to and a few mats in that room.”

“Your Honour, the lawyer once again interjected, “my client has a full inventory with detailed instructions from Miss Higgs of how to dispose of her surplus possessions, once they moved in together as a couple.” She held it up in front of Molly Higgs, who squinted at it.

“Yes, that’s an accurate list of my possessions, but she forged my name agreeing to their disposal. After she threw out my stuff. I tried again to resist her romantic advances, so she punished me further.”

“How did she do that?” the judge asked, a little smile on her face.

“She showed me these three hoods: an extra, extra small thin white rubber hood; an extra small thick white rubber hood; and a small, white calf-skin leather hood. She put them on me in that order, then she flipped me over and forced herself on me with a strap-on dildo. It was the Briar Rose size-XXL, with all the rubber thorns. Right in my ass! She told me it was for my own good as she fucked my brains out!”

“Did you enjoy being fucked in the ass with the strap-on?” the lawyer asked.

“You…you can’t make me answer that!” Molly Higgs looked like she was under a heat lamp.

“Did you enjoy being fucked in the ass with the strap-on, while you were locked up in tight bondage?” the lawyer asked again. There was no answer from the plaintiff. “Let me just show the court this video clip.”

Miss Higgs took one look at the screen and immediately seemed like she was going to sob, turning a deeper shade of red.

“On the tape, is that you wiggling your ass in the straitjacket? Begging to be fucked hard? Calling Miss Rollins ‘mummy’? Saying that you have been a bad girl and you needed to be punished harder?”

Miss Higgs seemed to sigh, then choke back a sob. “Yes, okay, I did, I was an anal virgin until she introduced me to the Briar Rose. I never came so hard in my life, yes, okay! So, yes...in answer to your question I did enjoy being mercilessly pumped in the ass—morning, noon, and night. I never had so many multiple orgasms in my life! There, are you happy?”

Miss Higgs looked like she was going to faint on the spot. She looked at the floor. “Anyway,” she continued, “moving on, the next morning I woke up and I could feel there was a big plug wedged in my ass, and a rubber diaper round my crotch. She left all three hoods on me, and there were more straps holding me down to the bed—one to the collar, and one to the back of the hood. Four more straps were at the shoulders and waist of the jacket. Then there were straps on my thighs above my knees, and on my ankles. They were all really tight, and I couldn’t do anything bound like that.”

“Your Honour,” the attorney jumped in, “as you can see from this medical report, the layered hoods and sleep immobilization were part of a recognized therapy, one which Miss Higgs consented to. You have her signature there, and if it pleases the court we will show you this additional video clip.”

“Miss Higgs,” asked the judge, “is that you on the tape begging to be gagged and hooded, calling Miss Rollins ‘mummy’? For an abductee, you look surprisingly eager and willing to be gagged and hooded.”

“Err…err....” Molly’s eyes quickly glanced up at the screen, then back down at the floor.

“Miss Higgs, that is not an answer.”

“Okay, yes, it is, but I was...under coercion. She edged me for twelve hours straight before she recorded that. She only let me orgasm after she recorded that debasing video. My signature on that document is a forgery, and she bribed a doctor to write that report! I swear to you she did. You’re not going to tie me down like that, or make me wear the hoods in the courtroom”?

The judge looked very thoughtful for a minute, while the plaintiff looked petrified at the idea. “No...not at the moment. What happened next”?

“I received nipple rings and a sternum piercing a few days later.”.

“Why did you get those?” the judge enquired, raising one eyebrow in surprise.

“I didn’t get them by choice. She forced me so she could attach a leash to my nipples or my nose. It was so humiliating, and it made me a lot easier to control. I’m only glad that she didn’t pierce my clitoris, which she was threatening to do.”

“So, let me get this right. You are saying that you didn’t consent to those procedures?” the defendant’s lawyer asked.

“That’s right!” Miss Higgs shouted back at her.

“Your Honour, I have a signed document from the plaintiff agreeing to this, and even paying for it out of her own bank account. We have signed witness statements from the piercing shop that she consented to all procedures.”

Miss Higgs’ eyes went big and round. “I swear it’s a forgery! I didn’t want them!”

The defendant’s lawyer was suddenly behind Miss Higgs, her hands reaching around the straitjacket to the front. She looked up at the judge. “May I proceed, Your Honour?”

“Please do,” the judge smirked, and the lawyer began to reach through the access holes in the front of the straitjacket and fiddle about with Miss Higgs’ top.

“What are you doing?” Molly shouted? “Get away from me! No! Stop that! Leave my blouse alone!”

The lawyer moved the fabric out of the way, then gently slipped the tips of her pinkie fingers into both of the large metal loops hanging from Molly’s nipples, giving them a tug. “As you can see, Miss Higgs’ nipples are quite prominently pierced, and you can also note that her nipples are quite aroused from being In this state. As you can easily hear, she is moaning in pleasure as I pull on the rings.” A few tugs, and Miss Higgs filled the courtroom with a loud, lewd moan of pleasure. She began to sob as the lawyer continued to tug on the rings.

“No, let me go! You can’t! This is outrageous!”

The lawyer exerted a little more pressure. “Miss Higgs, admit that this is turning you on.”

“Ooooooh…(pant)…yesss... (moan pant moan)...yes… (pant moan)…it’s…(moan)…turning me on.... Feels so good...let me…(moan)…go...!”

The judge and the lawyer shared a look, and the lawyer reluctantly let go.

“Miss Higgs,” said the judge, “If you’re finished with your demonstration, a you may continue.”

“Could you at least put my blouse back?... No?...figures. Well, after that the defendant began to allow me exercise in the back garden. I was always wearing the muzzle and the jacket. She told me the exercise was to keep my ass toned. I managed to escape on the fourteenth of September, when I found the side gate not very firmly locked. About two hours later I found a police officer. They took me in still gagged and bound. After 48 hours of holding me in a cell, they released me from my restraints. That was two weeks ago....”.

The defendant’s lawyer once again stood up.

“Your Honor, my client filed a missing person’s report after Miss Higgs wandered off from her property, and she was very glad that the officer found her. I put it to you that Miss Higgs suffered an episode and wandered off. She didn’t ‘escape’. She has a mental issue that means she needs to be kept in a safe place. My client has further reinforced the fencing and security, to the point that it is now impossible for something like this to happen again in the future.”

The judge looked over a list of the new security locks and fencing that had been added to the property. “Miss Higgs, why didn’t you report this to the police, if this was—as you allege—false imprisonment and kidnapping, rather than a game of some sort that you were both playing?”

“I did, Your Honor. But they said it was a domestic dispute, so rather than a criminal matter, they said it was a civil matter. So my only option is to go through this court.”

The judge seemed to pull something out of the pile of papers at random. “The police statement said that you made a cute couple, and you should have tried to work it out between you rather than making up all these unfounded accusations.”

Miss Higgs looked aghast. “A cute couple? Why does everyone say that about us?”

The plaintiff’s case disintegrated from there, as the defendant’s lawyer presented the judge with a copy of a signed prenuptial agreement, and a marriage license as well. She continued to produce reams of paper, even to the selection of a wedding cake.

Miss Higgs looked very embarrassed, and screamed, “It’s a forgery! We never drew up a pre-nup! We never filled out a marriage license!... And I would never get that type of cake for the reception. I wanted walnut—uh, I mean, we never had a cake.”

The lawyer produced a debt agreement where Miss Rollins agreed to pay off all of Miss Higgs’ credit cards by consolidating and eliminating all her debts.

Again, the plaintiff looked confused. “I swear, it’s not my signature!” she still insisted to the courtroom.

“Your Honor,” said the lawyer, “please see this psychiatric report from Miss Higgs’ doctor. Ms Hardwick is recommending full, uncompromising restraint, twenty-four/seven, and perpetual conservatorship.”

Molly at this point was practically sobbing, having collapsed into a chair, still in the same bound restraints. “No!” she protested weakly. “It can’t be correct!”

The judge had seen and heard quite enough, and was ready with absolute confidence to make her ruling.

“This court dismisses your preposterous claims, Miss Higgs, and grants Miss Rollins full custody and perpetual conservative ship of all your affairs.”

At this point Miss Rollins stood up and began to cry, clapping her hands together. There was an accompanying rousing cheer from her friends behind her. She hugged her lawyer and the doctor who had carried out the evaluations on her behalf. Miss Higgs, on the other hand, looked completely crestfallen. She was still tightly restrained in the jacket and other items. She made one more final appeal that, alas, was received with mild scorn. “No! You can’t do this to me! She is mad…please, you can’t!...”

“Don’t worry,” said Miss Rollins. “I am going to give you all the time you need to get better. Bailiff, can you help me to secure her for her own good?” Miss Rollins was already stalking across the courtroom with a bundle of something in her hand. Molly’s body seemed to relax as her guardian cradled her. “There now, sweetheart, let’s gag you.”

It took a few seconds for Miss Higgs to process what exactly was happening. “Noop!—mmpphh!!??” Far too late, Miss Rollins kissed her on the lips, then the bundle of fabric was shoved in her mouth.

“There you go, darling, a nice pair of fresh panties to chew on. You got Mummy so worried. Now we can sort you out properly.”

Miss Higgs was blushing as Miss Rollins stroked her cheek, holding one hand over her mouth so she couldn’t spit the undergarments out.

“Oh, yes...and a pair of my nice fluffy gym socks to keep you nice and mute.” Miss Higgs submissively opened her mouth up as wide as it would go for the next item to be stuffed inside. Her guardian got both her thumbs in place and shoved the socks into her charge’s mouth as far as they would go. Her lawyer then handed Emma Rollins a package—a silver-wrapped box. The item inside made Miss Higgs gasp into the packing in her mouth.

Miss Rollins briefly suspended the present in front of her prisoner’s face. Molly’s eyes crossed looking at it.

“Now let’s get this nice big ball-gag in place. It’s a three-and-a-half-inch special, with a chin-strap and full harness!...” Molly moaned helplessly into the gag as it was shoved deep into her mouth. Surprisingly, despite all her earlier protests, she didn’t seem to be objecting to having the mouth-stuffing gag applied as tightly as her legal custodian could make it. And her eyes practically lit up as a big roll of black tape was held up next!

“Good girl!” said Miss Rollins. “You’re making Mommy proud. Now, a few turns of industrial strength rubberised tape to make it all stick nice and tight....” There was a look in Miss Higgs’ eyes as if she were eagerly awaiting the application o the tape.

“Well, let’s give it another wrap just to be on the safe side,” said Emma. “Okay, baby, then one from under your chin over the top...there we go...much better! You look so cute.”

In fact, the gag looked incredibly extreme, while Miss Higgs looked more relaxed! The worry of having to look after her own affairs was now gone. She looked as if she was born to be gagged, as if her mouth was meant to be stuffed to the limit, as tightly and as harshly as possible. Indeed, the two of them looked very cute side by side.

Miss Rollins turned around to her lawyer and the bailiff. “Now help me to get her in the hoods. It will pacify her a bit more, and let my baby girl relax.” The two of them helped stretch the first thin white rubber hood over Molly’s gagged and harnessed head. That was just the first layer, of course.

“Oh, it’s so tight. As you can see, Your Honour, the rubber can show you every line of her face. I’ve modified the hood so her nose-ring can protrude.”

The second layer was much stiffer, and it took all three of them to force the tight rubber open and down onto Molly’s head. There were a few straps on the back of the hood to make it really sturdy. The effect was to erase many of Molly’s features, as if she had been dipped in rubber. However, her nasal piercing also came through this hood. The third layer was tight leather, also white, and laced up so secure after a few attempts—with all of them pulling and squeezing. The laces were tied off, and a few straps were put in place. Molly could have been a mannequin, after that.

Miss Rollins held up a stainless-steel device, the same shape as a human head. It looked like a cage shaped to tightly cover a mannequin’s head. She stroked the hood.

“Now, I have this metal brank harness to go over the top and make it all perfect,” she announced. The metal contraption opened up with a hinge, then snapped shut to lock tightly in place. The nose ring protruded from a slot at the front. “There you go, baby, nice and snug. You see,” she turned again to the judge, “it crushes the rest down over her head. It’s meant to be very therapeutic.”

A few more of Miss Rollins’ friends brought over a larger package—another gift for her baby girl. The victor of the courtroom shook out the garment. “Let’s just get her out of her old jacket and stripped down the rest of the way.” There was a brief struggling to get the tight garment off her. The old jacket put up more of a fight than the thoroughly pacified Miss Higgs; it just didn’t want to let go. They pulled off what few clothes she was wearing under the jacket until she was nearly naked, apart from the hood and mittens. Emma patted her on the shoulder.

“Now, baby, your old jacket just wasn’t good enough. You got away, after all. This one is much smaller, so much tighter. It comes with a built-in corset. How convenient it is that your fingers are taped up and these mittens are already in place. Let’s get the jacket all laced and strapped up tight.”

Two sets of heavy duty laces, half a dozen straps, and a stretchy panel with a zipper, and the jacket was closed. It was far tighter and more rigid, closer to a corset or piece of armour than the previous garment. Emma ran her hands down the sides of it, and the girl inside moaned into her enormous, and now hidden, gag.

“There, now, isn’t it much better to have your hands up touching the opposite shoulder behind your back? That makes it far more snug.” Indeed, rather than a standard straitjacket reverse hug, Molly’s arms were now pulled up and attached to the opposite shoulder, with a few extra straps to keep things nice and secure.

Miss Rollins picked up the old collar, then put it back down. She had another new present for her baby. It was hard to tell if Molly actually appreciated them with all the hoods smothering her senses. “I bet you missed your posture collar, sweetheart, But this one is a bit more snug, my darling. It has a nice little taser in it if you misbehave, or are naughty and try and run away again. Mummy will have to punish you.”

Her lawyer and the attending psychiatrist on Miss Rollins’ team helped to secure Miss Higgs, holding her down bent over the desk. “Now some nice plugs and rubber underwear, so you can’t make a mess.” They didn’t seem to need much lubricant, and soon the plugs were in and they were tightening up the crotch strap.

“Let me just inflate this up to help pacify her a bit more...good girl!” As the plug in her ass was being inflated, Miss Higgs seemed to be moaning into her gag wiggling her butt in the air. It was hard to say if it was in pleasure or in pain.

But her generous captor had even more presents for the captive before they would leave the courtroom and head home.

“Now” said Emma Rollins, “let’s get the crotch strap of our new straitjacket in place, real snug. There! And now, baby, I got you these lovely ballet heels. They will look fantastic on you!” The white ballet heels were wickedly high. When they were laced up and locked in place it was unlikely that Miss Higgs would be running away. Actually, it looked like she would have trouble simply standing up. To further her immobilization, her owners strapped her legs up at thigh and knee with more leather cuffs. Finally, Miss Rollins attached a leash to the sternum piercing. She gave it a little tug, forcing Miss Higgs to follow her on her knees, like a pet on a leash.

“When we get home” announced Emma, “you’re going to get my full attention. If you thought that your bondage was strict and merciless before, you haven’t seen anything, baby. It’s going to be time for some punishing retention enemas—real soon! Then we can get nice and re-acquainted. You remember my strap-on Briar Rose? Well, I’ve acquired the latest model, called Velvet Barbed Wire. It has lovely silicone spikes. You’re really going to give those restraints a good work out, wiggling for me as I screw you completely senseless!”

With Miss Higgs now back in the custody of Miss Rollins, justice had been served.

The court closed for the day.