Hardcore

Keywords: Test, Fight,

After about thirty minutes the sheriff came out and took his place so that he could go testify. The Deputy soon returned. "They want the man first, and then the woman." They ordered Rob to get out of the car. The deputy marched him back into the courtroom.

Rob did his best to respond to the judge's questions and to explain the mistake he and Karen had made when they agreed to take the child with them to the marketplace. The judge finished questioning him and called for Karen to be brought in. Karen answered the questions too. She worked hard to convince them that this was just a big mistake. The judge finished with her. The jury stood and went into a room behind them. They spent about thirty minutes deliberating and returned. The last one in nodded to the judge as he sat down.

"Gentlemen of the jury, what is your verdict?" The same juror stood up. "Your honor we find that the defendants are guilty."

"Gentlemen of the jury, what sentence do you order for the convicted?"

"Your honor we have decided that the convicted will be punished in the following manner. We order that the convicted man shall receive the wooden cane for fifty five times. We order that the sheriff shall deliver the punishment of the cane. The sentence for the convicted man shall then be satisfied. We order that the convicted woman shall receive the wooden cane for fifteen times. We order that the sheriff shall deliver the punishment of the cane. We order that the woman shall receive vaginal rape from each member of the jury in successive order so that each shall deliver his seed into her womb. The sentence of the convicted woman shall then be satisfied."

The judge pounded his gavel, silencing the low roar of voices. "Sheriff, prepare the convicted man to receive his punishment. Deputy, prepare the convicted woman and seat her on the bench near the stocks"

Rob and Karen were lead over to the bench in front of the stocks. The deputy and sheriff removed their ankle shackles, then ordered them to remove their shorts and underwear. They were allowed to keep their shoes on. The sheriff placed a shackle back onto Rob's left ankle then ordered him to remove his shirt. The feelings of humiliation were overwhelming to Karen as she too was forced to remove the rest of her clothing in front of the gawking jury. The men seemed larger rougher and dirtier than before, as she was forced to sit on the rough wooden bench in front of them.

The stocks were turned perpendicular to the jury so that they would all have full view of the punishments. The holes in the stocks were about the height of Rob's hips. He was forced to bend down considerably as his head and arms were placed in the bottom halves of it's holes. The sheriff swung the top half up over him and closed the latch. "Spread you legs," he ordered Rob in a low firm tone. He placed a thirty inch long, two by four between Rob's feet and shackled his ankles to rings on each end. He then went to the judge and stood respectfully before him. "The convicted man is prepared to receive his punishment your honor. May I proceed?"

The judge handed a long thin bamboo cane to the sheriff saying, "Thank you Sheriff. Here is the cane that the jury has selected. The jury has ordered that you shall deliver it for fifty five times to the convicted man. You may proceed."

The sheriff situated himself beside Rob, placing the end of the cane on him as he moved his arm into the best swinging position. Faint red marks remained visible on Rob's skin from the beating he had received the day before. The sheriff lifted his arm and swung the cane swiftly across Rob's back. Skillfully, he tempered the blows so that they didn't break the skin. Stroke after stroke, the swishing sound of the cane ended with a slap as it made contact with Rob's skin. The sheriff made a row of ten evenly spaced stripes along the length of Rob's back with the thin flexible end of the cane. Rob grunted as the whip bit the flesh above his butt crack and then followed the curve down around it, with five additional blows. Six more strokes stung the backs of his legs. The sheriff readjusted his swing slightly and the end of the cane wickedly began to crisscross over the welts that were forming on Rob's back.

Tears trickled down Karen's cheeks as she watched her husband's body flinch from the blows. His grunts turned into senseless yells as the whipping landed on his already injured flesh. She flinched sympathetically with every stroke of the cane until she couldn't stand to watch any longer. Bowing her head she stared at her shoes and then buried her face in her hands as she cried. Her husband's yells became screams as she heard the twenty-eighth stroke. She counted the thirty-fourth stroke as his screams weakened. She anticipated the end of his torment as the count passed forty. The room was filled with a moment of silence when it was over. The sheriff propped the long thin cane against the wall. He and the deputy began to remove Robert from the stocks.

Karen heard the audience behind her begin to clap and cheer. The judge allowed them to continue their applause as the sheriff and deputy helped Robert hobble towards him. The Judge then pounded the gavel as the punished man stood before him. He smiled at Robert while he made his announcements. "The sentence of this convicted man is now complete. However, he will remain chained so that he can not interfere as he witnesses the punishment of his wife. Seat him on the bench in front of the jury and prepare the convicted woman for her punishment."

Rob was forcefully drug to the bench and shackled to it. The deputy stood near him with his riffle in hand as the sheriff took Karen to stocks. Panic filled her as he pulled her closer to the jury. He grew angry as she resisted him. She saw his anger. It reminded her of her fear of him, so she gave into him. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she bent over to place her arms and neck into the stocks. The worn wood felt rough against her skin. Her eyes focused on the stone floor as she felt the top half of the stocks lowered against her hair. She obeyed the sheriffs order to spread her legs and felt the shackles on her ankles as he secured them to the board.

Again, the sheriff went to stand respectfully before the judge. "The convicted woman is prepared to receive her punishment your honor. May I proceed?"

"Thank you sheriff. The jury has ordered that you shall deliver the cane to the convicted woman for fifteen times. You may proceed."

The sheriff returned to Karen's side. He again situated himself in the correct position with the cane. Karen closed her eyes and waited. She heard the swish and flinched as it stung her. It reawakened the pain left over from her whipping the day before. The time passed fairly quickly. Karen squealed as the fifteen stinging strokes progressed along her back, down and around the curve of her butt, ending on the backs of her knees. She seemed to have lost the ability to cry.

The sheriff returned to stand before the judge respectfully and presented the cane to him. "Your honor, the delivery of the cane to the convicted woman for fifteen times is now completed."

"Thank you sheriff you have done an excellent job of delivering the cane." He reached down and accepted the cane from the sheriff. "You will now help the deputy guard the foreign man so that he does not interfere with the delivery of the rest of his wife's punishment." He turned to the jury. "Gentlemen of the jury, will it please the jury to begin the delivery of the vaginal rape to the convicted woman?" The jury spokesman stood and replied. "Thank you your honor. The jury will deliver the punishment."

The the gleam in the juror's eyes focused on Karen's exposed vagina as he walked towards her. Rob struggled to control the anger and disgust that boiled within him. The juror stopped behind his wife and unzipped his trousers. Rob stared in disbelief at the heavy ten inch cock pointed at his wife's tender vagina. His knuckles grew white as he gripped the wooden bench, holding himself in place as he watched the events unfold.

The juror poked at her exposed vagina with his finger then shoved it into her. He pulled the finger out then pushed both of his thumbs into her, squeezing her ass and pulling her pussy lips apart with his thumbs. He stepped closer, positioning the thick head of his penis into the space he had made and removed the thumbs. But he stopped and stood back. Turning towards them he spoke to the sheriff. She is too small. I will have to have lubricant.

The well prepared sheriff handed him a jar containing a clear oily substance. The juror thanked him and returned to Karen. He dipped out some of the oil with two fingers and handed the jar to the other jurors. He pushed the oil it into her, pressing firmly against the inner walls of her vagina until it began to open up. Karen's scream filled the room as the juror brutally thrust the ten inch penis into her. Rob grimaced and lowered his head. He was unable to watch his the rape of his wife.

Karen had almost forgotten about the second part of her sentence when she listening to the judge asking the jury to deliver it. From her side of the stocks, she was unable to see anything but the wall in front of her and floor below. Her heart began to pound as she heard the juror behind her. The sound of the zipper filled her with dread. Then she felt the finger on her pussy lips. It's thick roughness met with resistance against the dry opening of her vagina. It pushed into her anyway. Karen braced herself against the pain as he forced her open with his thumbs and placed a large blunt object against the walls of her vagina. It was a relief to hear him ask for the lubricant. It eased the roughness of his fingers as he brutally prodded her again.

She tried to relax as much as possible to allow herself to receive him. But she was totally unprepared for this. She felt the thick blunt object again.

Keywords: Test, Fight,

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