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Creampie Juror
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I couldn't help but look at my watch.  Procedural wranglings were 
delaying the trial and making it more likely I would be back in court 
for yet another day.  My boss was getting itchy about the time I was 
spending as a juror instead of being at work.  Doing my patriotic duty 
was a pain in the ass!

The plaintive and defendant sat across the aisle from each other, 
trading nasty looks.  Well, as nasty as "pretty people" could be.  The 
plaintive, Gwen Kinsey, was absolutely stunning.  It looked like she 
had learned from that sordid estate trial of Anna Nicole Smith, and 
had tried to be as conservative as possible.  Her dress was neat and 
conservative, her hair was kept in a perfect conservative french roll, 
her makeup was conservative, and her testimony had been as 
conservative as the subject had allowed.  I even suspected she was 
wearing fake eyeglasses to appear more plain and proper, if not 
prudish.  But there was no denying that she was a beautifully 
maintained woman, in the prime of life, and just plain gorgeous.

The defendant, Scott Kinsey, was gorgeous in his own right.  He was a 
hunk of a man beneath his hand-tailored suit, his shoulders broad 
without padding, his chest deep and tapering to his waist .  His 
finely chiseled, aristocratic face had an intelligent, thoughtful 
look.  His brown eyes were soulful when he looked at the jury box.  
His face was framed with a fine haircut, just long enough to make me 
suspect he had quite a joi de vie, and turning a delicate silver (not 
gray!) colour at his temples.  The overall impression I got was a man 
who lived life fully, and enjoyed his wealth to the max.  In short, he 
was the sort of man who kept my pussy in a constant state of 
moistness.

Her testimony was carefully controlled.  Scott had abused her trust, 
neglected her in her time of need, and had left her to depraved sex 
villains.  A perfect night out, Christmas Eve, had become a horrible 
memory as she was taken to a dungeon by her husband, and then forced 
to submit to acts so heinous she couldn't even remember them.  For 
this, she was seeking a summary divorce and three-quarters of their 
marital assets.  Their marital assets amounted to a nearly-ten-digit 
sum.

On cross-examination, she admitted that she and Scott had enjoyed a 
hedonistic lifestyle.  She had done all sorts of things I couldn't 
imagine.

"Isn't it true, Mrs. Kinsey, that you and your husband enjoyed 'golden 
showers'?"

"Yes," she replied evenly.

"Can you tell the court was a 'golden shower' is?"

"It is where we pee on each other."

But to me, the strangest admission was that she had asked him to set 
up an 'enslavement scene' just the week before.  "But that was all 
fantasy talk, I swear!" she had said, beginning to cry.  "Oh, Scott, 
didn't you know I was fantasizing out loud?!"  Tears poured out of her 
pretty gray eyes.  I felt awful for her, to be so misunderstood and 
thus abused.  I had been initially smitten by the handsome Scott 
Kinsey; I was no more.

Several more witnesses came forward, to describe the carnal nature of 
Mr. Kinsey.  A maid, who said that Mr. Kinsey had offered her money to 
sleep with him.  (On cross, she admitted that Mrs. Kinsey was also 
present, and had participated even more than he.  But, stressed the 
plaintiff's attorney, it was his idea and Mrs. Kinsey had gone along 
to save their foundering marriage.)  A videographer was called to 
testify that he had taped Mr. and Mrs. Kinsey engaging in sodomy, 
which was illegal in the state they had lived in at the time.  (On 
cross, he testified that he too had sodomized Mrs. Kinsey, at her 
request after Mr. Kinsey got 'fucked out'.)  A former policeman from 
another state was called to testify that he had caught Mr. Kinsey 
having sex with another man at a rest stop.  (On cross, he recalled 
that in fact Mrs. Kinsey was having sex with the man's wife, and had 
sucked off the ex-policeman to keep him from arresting her husband.)

It was exciting stuff.  I went home last night to my husband after the 
plaintiff rested their case, and I fucked my surprised husband silly.  
We even skipped dinner, because I needed it bad.  Listening to what 
amounted to sex stories all day filled me with lust, to my husband's 
delight.  He finally begged me to stop, because I was unrelenting.  I 
didn't tell him about my mental images of Scott with another man, and 
the beautiful Gwen paying off the policeman and the videographer.  I 
couldn't, because I was a juror and I wasn't supposed to discuss the 
case outside the jury room.  That made sex even more delicious for me.

I looked forward to the day, ready to be excited again.  I had worn a 
maxi-pad to absorb the juices I was sure to leak.  Just seeing the two 
pretty people sitting there got me titillated.  He was soooo handsome, 
and she was sexy enough to make me consider if I was bisexual.

But the morning started out badly.  The defense attorney had begun his 
defense by asking that a videotape be entered in as Defense Exhibit A.  
Immediately, the attorney for the plaintive objected because he hadn't 
been warned about the video.  This started a procedural wrangling at 
the bench that threatened to last all morning.

Finally, the judge ruled that the videotape would be allowed, and 
ordered that we recess until after lunch.  At that time, we would 
watch the tape behind closed doors.  Another delay; I fumed.

After a crappy lunch at the courthouse cafeteria, we were ushered into 
the jury room.  A large TV and videotape machine had been supplied.  
The judge instructed us to watch the video carefully, because it was 
genuine.  He explained that the dungeon we had heard so much about was 
a commercial enterprise that kept videos of all 'scenes' for defensive 
purposes.  With that, he instructed the bailiff to start the tape.

The tape was a fisheye view of the 'dungeon'.  It appeared that the 
dungeon was carefully constructed to resemble a medieval torture 
chamber, complete with flaming wall sconces and a large wooden rack 
used to stretch victims.  Near the middle of the room, in the center 
of the video image, was something that looked like a long padded 
hospital gurney.  It was slightly curved, like a trough, ostensibly so 
that the person lying on it wouldn't be inclined to roll off.  At one 
end appeared to be a winch, with a cable attached to a pair of padded 
cuffs, perhaps for wrists.  At the other appeared to be another pair 
of cuffs fixed to the gurney.  I assumed they were for the ankles.

I was able to take in the ambience and then I saw four people walk in.  
Two I recognized as Scott and Gwen Kinsey.  They were impeccably 
dressed, as if coming from the opera or the ballet.  The other two 
were another couple, dressed nicely as well.  They were less 
attractive, but not ugly, and perhaps a bit older.  I decided they 
were the owners of the dungeon.  I immediately was surprised they 
hadn't been called as witnesses, when it would have been obvious that 
they should.  I was also surprised at how clear the audio was; the 
dungeon owner had spent a lot of money to make sure the sound was 
good.

The man, who I learned was named Clem, went about explaining how the 
dungeon was set up.  He pointed out things I hadn't noticed or 
couldn't see, like the turnbuckles in the ceiling for use in hanging 
people.  His wife, Raven I found out later, provided color commentary 
and did a bunch of whispering to Gwen Kinsey.

After the tour, Gwen asked Clem if the gurney was comfortable.  From 
the angle of the camera, I could see Clem glance at Scott, who nodded 
nearly imperceptibly.  Clem then offered to let Gwen try it out.  
Given what I knew of the case, I felt a sickening feeling of impending 
doom.  She was trapping herself!

The man Clem casually snapped the cuffs attached to the winch to Gwen 
Kinsey's wrists.  Then, he placed her ankles in the cuffs near the 
foot of the gurney, and snapped them shut.  The click was loud, and 
made me shiver again.  She was trapped, and I was watching, helpless.  
Clem cranked the winch, pulling her tight, making movement difficult 
at the least.

"Wow, this is really restricting," Gwen said, sounding not at all 
scared.  "What else do you do to people, to make them feel more 
trapped?"  I found her interest curious, but I was now interested too.

"We have a whiffle-ball gag," Raven said.  From somewhere, she 
produced one.  It was hard to see what it was on the video, but Raven 
explained it was a whiffle golfball with an elastic band through the 
middle.  She offered to demonstrate it to Gwen, who said she wanted to 
see what it was like.  Raven put the elastic band around Gwen's 
elegantly coifed head, and put the ball in her mouth.  Gwen could 
breath normally, but she couldn't push the ball out of her mouth.  It 
was settled firmly between her teeth, making it very hard for her to 
talk even if garbled sounds were possible.

"And now, honey," Mr. Scott Kinsey said, moving to his wife, "I leave 
you to your Christmas present."  He turned to leave, and I watched to 
see Gwen's face.  Her eyes went wide as she realized she was trapped 
in a situation other than the one she had expected.

"Scttt!" she managed, and he turned back.

"Just enjoy it, darling," he smiled.  He leaned over and kissed her 
forehead.  "Treat her right," he told the dungeon-masters as he left 
the room.  Gwen was panicked, but she wasn't struggling.

"Relax, slut," Clem told her calmly.  He stroked her cheek, and Gwen 
jerked her head away.  "It won't hurt too bad, or leave any permanent 
marks," he smiled.  "Honey?  Let's get her clothes off."

I watched, fascinated, when he and his wife Raven pulled out scissors 
and slowly cut off Gwen's clothes.  It made sense to me, since they 
couldn't remove them normally without released her bonds.  The nude 
Mrs. Kinsey was even lovelier than the clothed one.  Her body was 
flawless, with large breasts, a narrow waist, and curvy hips.  Leaning 
forward, I noted that she appeared to have no body hair and no tan 
lines.   Her nipples were large, and pierced.  I felt a rush of 
excitement looking at her, which troubled me.

Clem and Raven seemed to appreciate Gwen's body as much as I did.  
They both leaned down and kissed her breasts, flicking tongues over 
the nipple rings.  Raven kissed down after a minute, then slid her 
fingernails along Gwen's body and between her legs.

"MMMmmm, she's very wet honey," Raven reported.  She pulled her 
fingers out, and stuck them into her mouth erotically.  "And, she 
tastes great."

"Really?" Clem said, "I wonder if she likes this?"  He slid his hand 
down, and felt Gwen's pussy.  "You're right.  She is soaking wet!"  He 
spent a minute rubbing her pussy, and I saw Gwen react.  Then he stuck 
three fingers into his mouth, and affirmed that Gwen did indeed taste 
good.  "Let's get her a little more. available," he said with a smile.

The next minutes were fascinating.  Clem tied a rope around Gwen's 
knee, then freed her ankle.  Holding it tight, he forced her to bend 
it fully so that Gwen's foot touched her thigh.  Raven then wrapped 
her leg and thigh with green Christmasy Saran Wrap, so that her leg 
would remain bent.  I knew I would never look at the sticky cling film 
the same way again, because it was very effective as a restraint.  
Clem ran the free end of the rope through the ankle cuff that was now 
unused, and tied it loosely.

They turned their attention to the other leg, doing the same thing.  
When finished, they had Mrs. Kinsey leg's trapped so that it appeared 
she was kneeling upside down.  It was very curious, because I could 
only imagine how open and vulnerable her pussy was.  It got even more 
so.

Clem moved to the end of the gurney, and reached out to grasp her 
nearly immobile legs.  Raven went to the other end, to operate the 
winch.  In an orchestrated way that made me believe this wasn't the 
first time they did it, Clem pulled Gwen Kinsey down while Raven let 
out more cable on the winch.  Gwen remained stretched, but now her 
butt was on the end of the gurney.  Clem then tightened the ropes 
around Gwen's knees, pulling them tighter through the cuffs.  Gwen's 
legs were forced wide open, with her knees bent.  Her vagina was 
completely open for abuse. or pleasure.

I was surprised at the consideration that pleasure was going to be an 
object.  I found that I was feeling rather flushed.  If I were a 
willing participant, being in Gwen's place would be very exciting.  If 
I were about to be raped, it would be a terrible spot indeed.  Now I 
wondered, which viewpoint was Gwen using?

To complete the restraining, Raven wrapped Gwen's torso with Saran 
Wrap.  She went around the gurney then around Gwen, making her 
immobile.  I couldn't imagine being in that position, completely at 
someone's mercy.  I understood now why Mrs. Kinsey had brought her 
complaint.  The strange thing is that she didn't seem too scared.  In 
fact, her eyes reflected excitement.  Odd.

The next thirty minutes were hard to watch.  All of us in the room 
began shifting in our seats, as Mrs. Kinsey was subjected to 
unrelenting attempts to bring her pleasure.  Raven produced a silver 
'bullet vibrator;' and massaged Gwen Kinsey's vagina.  We could hear 
the loud buzzing as she worked over her clitoris, and then the sound 
deadened as the vibrator was inserted.  Gwen was making deep sounds of 
lust, especially when Raven licked and sucked her clit with the 
vibrator buried deeply.

Clem was busy with Gwen's upper half, whispering lewd comments we 
couldn't hear, frenching her ear, kissing her neck.  He flicked his 
tongue over her hard ringed nipples, then began tugging at them.  
Finally, he rove two cords through the ceiling eyelet we couldn't see, 
fastening one end to each nipple ring with alligator clips.  The other 
end he attached weights to, so that her nipples were continually 
pulled and her breasts formed fleshy cones.  He took the bullet vibe 
from Raven, vibrating her nipples.

Raven, deprived of the vibrator, busied herself with strapping on a 
dildo and beginning to fuck Gwen.   Of course, she continually 
commented on how "the slut is so wet."  From time to time, she pulled 
the dildo out and ran it over Gwen's clit, and we could see how slick 
it was.  I was glad I thought about wearing the pad, because I was 
soaking wet myself!

This scene went on for quite some time, and I believe Gwen orgasmed 
twice.  It was hard for me to believe she even complained!  She had 
two people ministering to her whose sole concern was giving her 
pleasure.  I found myself sweating, wishing fervently that it were me.

Then, the situation changed.  Raven removed the dildo, at which point 
Gwen began muffled whimpering.  Raven inserted the vibrator back into 
Gwen's slippery pussy, turned on low.  Raven and Clem disrobed, and 
Raven sank to her knees and fellated Clem.  Clem talked about how nice 
the blowjob was, while Gwen (and us) could only watch.  Then Raven 
stood and leaned over Gwen as Clem ate her from behind.  Raven was 
very active in describing how pleasurable it was, her dark hair 
flowing as she tossed her head from side to side.

Gwen was undulating as best she could, increasingly needing release.  
I knew the feeling!  If I could have touched myself, I would have.  It 
was torture of another kind, having to sit there watching and unable 
to do anything.  Everyone in the room was squirming now.  If the judge 
and bailiff had left, I think an orgy would have broken out.

Finally, the situation changed again.  Clem stood and moved to the end 
of the table, removing the vibrator.  We all held our breath as he 
prepared to enter Gwen.  When he did, Gwen arched her head in 
pleasure, loving the feeling of a living prick inside.  The table 
shook as Clem rammed himself home again and again.

Raven, for her part, frenched Gwen's ears, whispering something we 
couldn't hear.  Then she stood and got up on the gurney, and to my 
amazement began to slide her wet pussy over Gwen's face.  I watched in 
shock as Gwen's face got shiny with Raven-juice.  Raven appeared to 
greatly enjoy this.

We could soon hear Gwen's muffled shouts, and all the action stopped.  
Raven plucked the ball out her mouth, concerned that they had gone too 
far.  Again, I held my breath in anticipation of a breakthrough piece 
of evidence.

"For God's sake, at least let me put my tongue in you!" Gwen said, her 
voice the very sound of desire.  Smiling triumphantly, Raven pulled 
the ball gag off Gwen's head, then settled back down.  We could all 
hear the sloppy wet sucking sounds that Gwen was making at Raven's 
pussy.  It was a shocking display.  Shocking and intensely erotic!

Clem went back to fucking her, telling Gwen that he was gonna fill her 
"slut cunt full of cum."  In a few minutes, he stiffened and did 
exactly that, as Gwen's voice weakly called out for him to keep 
cumming.  He spent half a minute doing nothing but ejaculating into 
Gwen's eager hole.  As far as I could tell, it was fully consensual.

As he was finishing, Raven turned around and unhooked the clips from 
Gwen Kinsey's cone-shaped tits, letting them fall down to a natural 
roundness.  When Clem pulled out, Raven moved into a lesbian 69.  To 
my surprise, she was cleaning the cum from Mrs. Kinsey's pussy!  Both 
women went crazy, moaning loudly as they nursed at each other's 
pussies.  I found that I was licking my lips!

A minute later, a nude Scott Kinsey came out.  He was erect, and what 
an erection it was!  I suspected he had been secretly watching the 
'abuse' of his wife.  He strode purposely to her pussy, and Raven 
spent a few seconds sucking him before he plowed into his wife's 
pussy.  As few quick strokes, and he pulled out to feed his dirty cock 
to Raven.  Raven eagerly cleaned his cum-coated pecker, and then he 
resumed fucking Gwen.

This was repeated several times, until he warned her he was about to 
cum.  Raven pushed his torso, pushing him out of his wife.  She urged 
him to fuck her, and he moved to the other end of the gurney.  A 
delicate position was formed, so that he was fucking Raven immediately 
over his wife's face.  He didn't last long, but shot a nice load up 
Raven.

When he pulled out, the cum poured out of Raven.  She settled back 
onto Gwen's face, grinding her sloppy pussy all over.  Gwen tried hard 
to suck the cum out, and we watched as Raven came from Gwen's efforts.  
Cum gushed out, which Gwen eagerly tried to capture.

Gwen Kinsey got the last orgasm of the tape, as Clem and her husband 
used dildo and vibrator in her pussy and ass, respectively.  Raven 
recovered enough to begin freeing Gwen.  Instead of trying to escape, 
she accepted the pleasure more eagerly, humping at the toys inside her 
two holes.  She literally screamed as she came, until Raven stuck her 
tongue in her mouth to silence her.

My impression as they dressed and left was that Gwen had enjoyed it 
totally.  She had cum three or four times.  She had even thanked Clem 
and Raven as they walked out.  It had seemed a perfect gift to me, 
seeing how she responded.  My mind had been made up to vote for the 
defendant.

Unfortunately, we were never given a chance to reach a verdict.  After 
a much-needed break, during which I knew several of the female jurists 
went into the bathroom and masturbated behind the stall doors, the 
judge informed us that the case was being withdrawn by the plaintive.  
I was pissed now, as well as incredibly horny, at the wasted two days.

The jury decided en masse to go to one of the pubs across from the 
courthouse.  I think several of the jurists wanted to pair off for 
quickies.  As we were drinking, the bailiff came into the bar.  He sat 
next to me, and asked me if I thought watching the tape was payment or 
punishment.

"A little of both," I smirked, reflecting on how wet I still was.  I 
thought that I should go home and rape my husband again.

"I know what you mean," he replied.  "I don't know why I tried so hard 
to work this trial."

"You wanted to work this trial?" I asked.  He nodded.  "Why?" I 
inquired.

"Because this couple is notorious at the courthouse for this shit," he 
replied.  "They bring suits all the time, alleging sexual misconduct 
and the like.  Most times, they bring in videos of them having sex.  
It's like they get off on it, having innocent people forced to watch 
how sick they are."

"Damn," I said, rising.

"Heading home?" he asked.

"Yeah," I smiled, "I'm feeling 'sick' myself."

****

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