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Brat in the stocks
(Misty Maiden)

The judge read out my sentence. 

"Sally Jenkins, all throughout this trial you have been sitting there with your tight little eighteen year old body making my cock hard, and the cock of every man in the jury hard. How were we all supposed to concentrate on our jobs with those e-cup tits of yours straining at your top every day?

You must be punished for all this as well as your crime. You have been found guilty and now I must pass sentence. Normally I would sentence you to six months, but since I reckon you're a horny little cocktease, today I'm going to do something a little different. I'm going to sentence you to one day in the stocks." 

Had I heard him right? One day in the stocks? I was sure the stocks were those things I had seen in the movies when your head and hands went through this wooden plank thing with holes in it. I looked to my lawyer.

"Can't you appeal or something?"

"No", he said, "the judge's decision is final. It's the stocks for you. Besides which, I know I'm your lawyer, but you have been giving me a hard-on throughout the trail as well." The judge then continued talking.

"This will be in public. You will be naked, and your body will be for the use of everyone in the vicinity that day."

"You can't do this", I insisted. 

"I just did. Take her away." 

That had all been yesterday, and now here I was in the town square, naked and in the stocks. There was a sign by my side that said: 

'This is Sally Jenkins. She is a criminal and she is to spend all day here. She is the property of the state, here to be used and abused. All are welcome to fuck her, spank her, whip her, piss on her or spit on her. Do not be gentle.' 

A crowd had gathered, all taking pictures on their phones, laughing and pointing at me, though as yet no one had did anything. From the front they ogled my huge and pendulous tits, while from the back they commented on my ass and shaven cunt. My legs were spread apart, and I was unable to close them with my ankles in manacles attached to the ground.

A man then approached from the crowd. He was an older man in his sixties, and he had what looked like a pair of crocodile leads in his hands.