Message-ID: <12873eli$9807081831@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon) Subject: Judge Duty (FF/M ,Future, Domination, Silly) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998070816302100.MAA19255@ladder01.news.aol.com> This is an erotic story involving futuristic Judges that are similar those found in the movie Judge Dredd. If you have no idea who Judge Dredd is, don't worry. I wrote this so a total Dredd newbie could enjoy it simply as a future setting bondage/domination story. This story features dominating sex between two women and a helpless male. It also involves oral and anal sex. This story is mine but feel free to archive or share as long as you don't make any money from it. If you like this story or would like to see one of the characters involved, please go to my website at http://members.aol.com/Lordshon/Judge.html so that my counter can record your interest. Comments are welcome by e-mail as always. Judge Duty By Shon Richards Brian Buite locked his door as soon as his wife left. He gazed out briefly on Mega-city One before closing the blinds. Even though he was on the seventy-eighth floor, he didn't want to take any chances with Peeping toms who might turn him in to the authorities. He shut off the vid-screen, never knowing what kind of surveillance the neilson people used. His hands shaking with excitement, he pushed the large recliner up against the door as a final precaution. Satisfied that he was safe, he went into his closet and opened the hidden panel. Behind his collection of Play-Juve magazine, was where he kept his private obsession. He pulled out a small plasti-steel box and sat it down on the kitchen table. Wiping his sweaty hands, he navigated quickly through the four combination locks. The box finally open, he lifted the lid slowly, so he could absorb the escaping aroma. Inhaling deeply of the forbidden scents, he reached inside for the contraband he paid far too may credits for. laying the small object on the table before him, he calculated he could make this stash last at least a week. Two weeks if he was strong enough not to consume it all. Suddenly the door was being pounded on rapidly. Startled, Brian jumped out of his chair and stared at the door in shock. As he watched horrified, the chair in front of the door was shoved back with the sheer power of whoever was coming in. Now truly panicking, he swept the illegal property into his box and fumbled badly, spilling the contents to the floor. Ignoring whoever was coming in, he scrambled on the floor looking for where it fell. He finally found it after a torturous four seconds and reached for it. Unfortunatly for Brian, a heavy green combat boot crushed his hand first. "Freeze Perp!" commanded a powerful yet feminine voice. Brian looked up at his worst nightmare. She was clad in a blue and green padded kevlar uniform, accented with gold elbow and knee pads. Her shoulder pads were were a blinding gold color, yet he could make out the distinctive eagle motif. A cruel grimace was on her pale lips, her eyes hidden behind the mirror visor on her helmet. Her gun was pointed right as his face, but he felt his eyes drawn to her chest. A large gold shield on her left bosom said "Crawford". "Oh drokk!" he said outloud. "A Judge!" "Two judges maggot." said a voice behind the one stepping on his hand. He looked through Judge Crawford's muscular legs to see an identically clad woman. She was pulling out a data pad while slamming the door behind her. Brian thought of a dozen excuses for his crime but discounted them all, from what he saw of last week's riot, Judges were not known for caring too much for motives. "Stand up Perp and prepare to be judged." ordered Judge Crawford, letting off of his foot. "Judge Schiffer, what does Central have on this citizen?" Judge Schiffer read aloud what scrolled across her screen, the text mirrored on his visor as it flew by. "Citizen Brian Buite, age twenty-nine with brown hair and brown eyes. Employed at Algae farm in M-block and married for two years with no children. First time offense, and Judge Iman noted he has a nice ass." Judge Crawford turned him around. "Yes, this is him alright." He heard Judge Crawford pick up his ill gotten gains and walk around to face him. Shoving the offending item in his face, he winced out of fright. "So what is a law-abiding citizen like you doing with a drokking candy bar?" she asked. before he could answer she continued "Don't you know that Snickers brand candy contains real sugar and therefore a controlled substance! Do you have any explanation on how you obtained this candy bar when we shut it down seventy years ago? " "It belongs to my wife!" he tried. "I just found it and was on my way to report it!" The bottom half of her face dropped into a frown. Despite the terror he felt, he noticed they were very pretty lips. Too bad the only eyes he could see from her helmet were his own bloodshot ones. "Your wife's candy bar?" she said quietly. "Who do you think tipped us off to your illegal activities?" "Oh Grud" he whispered, his hopes melting away like chocolate on a Judge's gun. "Mildred Buite is currently serving two days in the iso-cubes for her involvement in this crime." read Judge Schiffer. "Her tip also entitled her to a weeks' supply of Chewy-sticks as part of our Squeal-and-Win contest." "So we can add wrongful accusement to your charge of possession and using of a controlled substance." intoned Judge Crawford. "Since this is your first offence, I am offering you a choice of six months in an iso-cube or two hours community service. Make your decision Perp, we don't have all day." Brian sweated under the options. On the one hand, an iso-cube is a small cell with a bed, toilet and food slot which provides his only human contact. Six months without even a pseudo-candy bar and nobody to talk to was a horrible fate. On the other hand, he had heard stories that community service sometimes involved becoming a live target for cadets learning to shoot. And he had just watched a man the other day serve community service by collecting overdue library books. He remembered the desperate look on that man's face as he nursed a broken arm. "What will it be Perp?" barked Judge Crawford, her fingers flexing her LawGiver pistol. "Give me, give me...community service" Brian said, wincing as the words left his mouth. "Smart move Perp." Judge Crawford said as she holstered her LawGiver. "Now drop your pants and remove any underwear." Brian quickly complied, imagining cruel social experiments involving public nudity. He threw his pants to the couch and drew his underwear off as fast as possible. He stood before Judge Crawford feeling even smaller than before. "For Grud's sake!" exclaimed Judge Crawford. "Look at the limp excuse he has between his legs." Judge Schiffer came up behind Judge Crawford's shoulders and frowned. She then pulled out her LawGiver and walked around behind Brian. His knees shaking, he wasn't sure he heard what she said next correctly. "You have exactly ten seconds to get your equipment erect Perp!" yelled Schiffer in his ear. Brian was too stunned to comply at first, but hearing the whine of the lawGiver's AI urged him to erotic thoughts. He knew the lawGiver was waiting for the voice command that would designate which of the variable bullet settings they would use on him. As much as he tried to picture Miss Mega-City One nude in front of him, all he could really think about was wether it would be an armor-piercing bullet through his chest or simply a barrage of auto-fire. Judge Crawford tapped her foot impatiently and said "Might as well do it Schiffer, this Perp just doesn't have the ability. "Agreed," Judge Schiffer said. "Vibrate!" she ordered her gun to Brian's confusion. Suddenly he felt the nozzle of the lawGiver in his anus. He squirmed briefly but the stance of Judge Crawford dared him to move. he stayed as still as he could as the vibrating gun nozzle entered his ass. The slow intrusion opened him up and he felt a wave of erotic tension mixed with incredible embarrassment. His cock soon grew to life as Schiffer fucked his ass with the vibrating gun nozzle. He decided to blame his erection on the presence of the two female judges and not on any deviant homosexual preferences. Homosexuality carries a stiff fine under the Judicial Code. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt something cold around his cock. Judge Schiffer was squeezing a black paste around the base of his cock from a metal tube. As he watched, the paste hardened in seconds and formed a tight metal ring on his cock. The constriction was almost too tight but he didn't think the Judges would care for his complaints. "There, the inst-cuff paste will keep him serviceable for us." said Judge Schiffer. Judge Crawford nodded in agreement as she unzipped her bodysuit at the pants. "Good, I despise a soft Perp, they always try to waste precious time off their sentence." Brian wasn't listening to their legal discussion. He was watching as Judge Crawford unzipped her pants and pulled them down to reveal long shapely muscular legs. The pants hanged at her combat boots, her holster belt hanging on the chair. Her pubic hair had been cut into a judicial eagle shape, the talons clutching the top of her pussy. Crawford turned and hoisted herself on the kitchen table. Then she lifted her legs up, her sex poised to be served. Brian began to see an upside to community service. Schiffer grabbed him by the hair and pushed him not unwilling to the table. Guiding his head through Judge Crawford's legs , she then slammed his head right into her wet Bird of Justice. Not needing to be told, Brian began licking hungrily at her sex. It wasn't as good as a candy bar, but he tried to be as enthusiastic as possible. Licking at her bare opening he imagined he was eating a bowl of melted chocolate. He darted his tongue in and out of her, visions of devouring the insides of a chocolate egg dancing through his mind. Judge Crawford's boots came down on his back and squeezed him deeper into her. Schiffer's hands wrapped in his hair grinded his face into his duty. The buckling of Crawford's boots kicked his back, disrupting his illicit candy fantasy with the force of the back of her heels. He stopped eating as the pain made him cry out but Schiffer's firm grip forbid him from stopping. In fact it was his nose being rubbed over Crawford's clit that made her cum in a spasm that broke a table leg in her grip and caused fresh bruises on his back. Judge Schiffer dragged his head backward through Crawford's beautiful legs. Pushing him onto the couch, he watched as Crawford lazily slid off the table. He watched with longing as the freshly eaten Judge pulled her pants back up. His nose was red from the manual guidance Schiifer had given him and he was a bit afraid of what he might have to perform for her. "How did the Perp perform?" asked Schiffer, who was unzipping her pants down the sides. Crawford stood up and hoisted her pants up. "He was adequate." she shrugged. "Not as good as that Juve-gang we busted last week, but then who is?" Schiffer grunted in agreement, pulling her pants completely free of her body. Brian fidgeted on the couch as Judge Schiffer flexed and stretched impossibly long legs. Her top was still covered in her uniform and her face still obscured by her helmet, but he was more than willing to fulfill his sentence. Schiffer sat down on the couch beside him. In one swift action, she swiveled her legs over him. Brian wanted desperately to jump her, but his fear of the Judges kept him still as she laid back and spread her legs wide. He nervously turned his head and admired the the Judicial Badge shape of her pubic region. He wondered briefly if the triangle region of a women's sex is where they got the idea for the shape of the Judge Badge. He quickly banished the idea from his head, he was in enough trouble as it was. His real concerns should of been on the three candy bars he had hidden under that cushion. "What are you waiting for perp?" barked Judge Sciffer. "You have approximately five seconds to mount me or it's three months in the iso-cube for refusing community service." Brian leaped between her legs, feverishly pointing his cuffed cock at her. Maybe if he distracted her, she won't notice the lump under the cushion. He slid his plasti-steel cuffed cock into her, and tried to hump the drokk out of her. He held onto her gold plated shoulder pads as he rammed her again and again. He turned his eyes away from her face, it bothered him too much to see his own reflection in her helmet as he slammed her. Her legs had his legs in a death-grip, not letting him even think about escaping. "Stom!" she yelled out disgusted, "He's moving too slow Judge Crawford, help him remember his civic duty!" Brian couldn't believe what he was hearing, he was going as fast as he could. His face was sweating as he threw every once of his body into her. If it wasn't for the constricting metal around his cock, he would of came long before. "Well, " he thought to himself. "If they think they make me fuck their sorry judge assess any faster, they are welcome to try." He regretted those thoughts as Judge crawford placed a gloved hand on his ass. "Vibrate" she ordered her lawGiver. Brian made the mistake of stopping, his fear paralyzing him. In response for his lack of work ethics, Judge Crawford placed the vibrating nozzle right into his ass with any warning. His hips thrusted in reflex, and Judge Schiffer's legs created the rest of the motion. He was thrusting faster now, desperately trying to escape the LawGiver's intrusion. His hips bucking in spasms, his cock was painfully throbbing as it ached to release into judge Schiffer's wet pubic shield. Every few minutes Judge Crawford would command the lawgiver to "shock" and brian would then be subjected to pulse searing electrical charges. He stopped thinking about the chocolate under the couch and the sexy appeal of the faceless Judge he was fucking. All he was interested in was thrusting fast enough to avoid experiencing any more options of the dreaded Judge weapons. After what seemed like an eternity, Judge Schiffer finally tensed and exhaled one long ten second grunt. Judge Crawford removed her weapon from his ass and he felt instant relief. A tap on his shoulder was all the prompting he needed to pull his red swollen perpetrator out of iso-box. He sat quietly on the couch with his hands on his head and his legs spread as per Judge Crawford's command. "He didn't do bad." Judge Schiffer commented as she put her pants back on. Judge Crawford grunted in agreement. "He spent his two hours well. Hopefully You will remember this the next time you feel the urge for chocolate." Brian nodded with the eagerness of the recently pardoned. He knew the candy bars under the seat must be melted beyond any recovery, but he was relieved they were undiscovered. Judge Schiffer finished with her pants and pulled the data pad out again. "Your record now shows that you have completed your community service to satisfaction." she said. "Just make sure we don't have to return again though Citizen." Judge Crawford threatened, leaning down to breathe threateningly in his face. "Yes ma'am." he said quietly. He watched as they turned to leave and he stood up to walk them to the door. The pain of his cock made him stumble a little. He looked down and saw that his cock was blood red and throbbing helplessly from the cuff. "Excuse me Judge Crawford," he said meekly. "Can you please remove your insta-cuff now?" Judge Crawford grimaced and walked back to him. Removing another tube from her belt, she sprayed a fine mist on the black metal ring. Instantly the tension was released and he shuddered from the cool wetness of the spray. That was when he ejaculated. He watched in horror as a stream of semen arced through the air. Him and Judge Crawford looked down to wear the white stream landed right on the inside of her leg. he began mumbling with horror as the sticky fluid showed up in bright contrast on her dark blue pants. Judge Schiffer stepped up and whistled at the awful mess on Crawford's leg. "Looks like the Perp didn't learn his lesson." she commented. Judge Crawford flicked her head up and stepped face to visor with Brian. "Brian Buite," she yelled. "I charge you with blatant defacement of a Judge uniform! How do you plead you low life stomm sucking perp!" Brian was babbling as he stepped backward into the couch. he was still insisting it was a horrible accident when he sat hard on the couch. His protests died as a crushed and melted candy bar flew out from under the seat and landed on Judge Schiffer's crotch. The melted candy bar stuck to Schiffer's groin obscenely before falling to the ground. "That's two accounts of Defacing a Judge's uniform!" Crawford barked. "Two years in the iso-cubes! and don't you dare push us any further.!" Brian protested his innocence in a cruel world all the way to the cubes. The End -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----