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Spectator
Justice under the New Laws:
by
The Bitchfinder-General
Chapter one - Sarah in the Pillory
Part 1
Sarah Williams had good reason to be worried. Since the Justice Party had won the recent elections on an extreme anti-feminist programme, they had introduced numerous laws that had long ago been dropped from the statute books.
Among the most popular of the new changes to the criminal system was the reintroduction of public punishment. This could be as minor as forcing an offender to parade through the streets wearing a dunce's cap and clown costume, right up to capital punishment, which had not only been brought back but was now conducted in full public view. It was even shown live on television and videos of the events were now best-sellers.
One of the most popular of all the new measures was bringing back the pillory and stocks. The sight of offenders - especially young female ones - being helpless as the community threw things at them seemed to attract huge crowds of enthusiastic participants.
Sarah was an eighteen-year old girl who had been found guilty of shoplifting. She had been caught red-handed and the security guard at the store had put her into handcuffs and restraints before the police arrived and took her off to a cell to formally charge her with theft. She hoped that her youth and sex would let her get off more lightly, but the judge looked sternly at her as he read out her sentence. There was no hint of mercy in his cold eyes.
"Sarah Williams, I hereby sentence you to a session in the pillory, followed by a further session in the stocks, a lashing at the public whipping post, and 180 days of community service."
He paused for a moment before continuing to pronounce sentence. "You will also be required to wear a placard around your neck for the next two years bearing the word "thief." Do you have anything to say before I order the punishment to be carried out?"
Tears filled Sarah's eyes. She felt absolutely helpless. It was so unfair, she thought. Of course she shouldn't have tried to steal that designer outfit from the department store. But how could she afford it on her wages? Now, under the new laws, she was going to suffer one of the most dreaded punishments of all. She knew that she'd been stupid - but perhaps the judge might have pity on your youth? She tried to plead with him, anyway.
"Please, Your Honour, I'm really sorry that I stole those clothes. I didn't really mean to. It was a spur of the moment thing, you see. I can't afford clothes like that on my wages and I thought if I could just have one really nice outfit ... well, it would.."
Her voice tailed away in confusion. She realised that she was saying all the wrong things. Shaking her head sadly, she looked at the judge once more.
"I'm very sorry, Your Honour. There was no excuse for what I did. I can only throw myself on the court's mercy."
The judge only looked at her sternly and shook his head. "You ask the court for mercy, yet you have just tried to excuse your crime. Clearly, you are not truly penitent and need to feel the full majesty of the law's chastisement to acquaint you with the full gravity of your offence. In fact," he added, "the attitude you have demonstrated just now minds me to increase your sentence. You will serve 365 days of community service instead of the 180 that I felt you originally deserved. Do you have anything further to say to this court, Williams?" "No, Your Honour," said Sarah quickly. "Good," the judge smiled. "The first part of the sentence will be carried out tomorrow morning in the main town square. You will be held in custody overnight and then brought into the presence of the pillory for your public punishment."
He paused briefly before continuing. "Let this be a lesson to you, Williams, and to all others who think that they can transgress the law with impunity."
Sarah was led away, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had a good idea that her time in the pillory was not going to be at all pleasant. Sarah had already seen many local girls, especially the whores, hanging for hours in the pillory while the crowd pelted them with abuse, rotten vegetables and anything else that came to hand.
Morning came, and Sarah was led out to face the waiting crowd. There was always a large number of people only too anxious to watch a pretty girl being punished in the pillory. Especially when they got to help out with her punishment!
Sarah was led out on to the main public square of the town. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, her legs fixed in metal shackles, and a huge ball-gag firmly placed in her silently protesting mouth.
The crowd burst out laughing at the sight, almost baying for blood. They quickly surrounded Sarah and only the presence of the two burly policemen who were bringing her to the pillory prevented them from manhandling the poor girl. She stared at the people gathered round, her eyes pleading for mercy. But this crowd was in no mood to show her any kind of mercy. All they wanted was to see her suffer abuse and insults in the pillory.
Sarah gazed upon the wooden construction that was to be her instrument of torment for goodness only knew how long. Since the new laws had come in, some victims had been left in these infernal devices for up to 24 hours. In spite of the warmth of the day, Sarah shivered as she hoped that her ordeal would be a brief one.
There were two posts on either side of the pillory, with two boards placed horizontally across it. In the centre of the twin boards was an opening for the girl's neck, with two much smaller holes to hold her wrists. A steel band was also set in the centre of the pillory, its purpose to secure the victim by her waist. A padlock was attached to the band which, when locked, removed even the slightest possibility of escape.
As Sarah stood before the pillory, trembling, one of the policemen unlocked the padlock. He turned to the crowd theatrically and said, "By the sentence of the court, Sarah Williams has been found guilty of theft. The decree of the court is that Williams shall serve the first part of her punishment in the pillory. However, as is the custom, it shall be for the good citizens of this town to decide the manner and duration of her punishment. What say you, then, to the question of how Williams shall be punished? Shall it be clothed or naked?" "Naked!" came the unanimous roar from the crowd. "Strip the bitch naked for her just punishment!"
Sarah stared at the people around her in disbelief and shame. She noted sourly that the women of the town were as eager as the men to see her body stripped and abused in public.
"Naked it shall be, then," the officer announced the decision. "And as to time - how many hours shall Williams stand before you naked in the pillory? One, two, four, six, eight, sixteen, or twenty-four?" "Let the bitch stay there for twenty-four hours!" came the unanimous cry of the crowd.
Now fresh tears flowed once more down Sarah's cheeks. 24 hours naked in the pillory! Could she stand it for so long? And how bad would it be? She shivered once more at the prospect that faced her.
by
The Bitchfinder-General
Chapter one - Sarah in the Pillory
Part 1
Sarah Williams had good reason to be worried. Since the Justice Party had won the recent elections on an extreme anti-feminist programme, they had introduced numerous laws that had long ago been dropped from the statute books.
Among the most popular of the new changes to the criminal system was the reintroduction of public punishment. This could be as minor as forcing an offender to parade through the streets wearing a dunce's cap and clown costume, right up to capital punishment, which had not only been brought back but was now conducted in full public view. It was even shown live on television and videos of the events were now best-sellers.
One of the most popular of all the new measures was bringing back the pillory and stocks. The sight of offenders - especially young female ones - being helpless as the community threw things at them seemed to attract huge crowds of enthusiastic participants.
Sarah was an eighteen-year old girl who had been found guilty of shoplifting. She had been caught red-handed and the security guard at the store had put her into handcuffs and restraints before the police arrived and took her off to a cell to formally charge her with theft. She hoped that her youth and sex would let her get off more lightly, but the judge looked sternly at her as he read out her sentence. There was no hint of mercy in his cold eyes.
"Sarah Williams, I hereby sentence you to a session in the pillory, followed by a further session in the stocks, a lashing at the public whipping post, and 180 days of community service."
He paused for a moment before continuing to pronounce sentence. "You will also be required to wear a placard around your neck for the next two years bearing the word "thief." Do you have anything to say before I order the punishment to be carried out?"
Tears filled Sarah's eyes. She felt absolutely helpless. It was so unfair, she thought. Of course she shouldn't have tried to steal that designer outfit from the department store. But how could she afford it on her wages? Now, under the new laws, she was going to suffer one of the most dreaded punishments of all. She knew that she'd been stupid - but perhaps the judge might have pity on your youth? She tried to plead with him, anyway.
"Please, Your Honour, I'm really sorry that I stole those clothes. I didn't really mean to. It was a spur of the moment thing, you see. I can't afford clothes like that on my wages and I thought if I could just have one really nice outfit ... well, it would.."
Her voice tailed away in confusion. She realised that she was saying all the wrong things. Shaking her head sadly, she looked at the judge once more.
"I'm very sorry, Your Honour. There was no excuse for what I did. I can only throw myself on the court's mercy."
The judge only looked at her sternly and shook his head. "You ask the court for mercy, yet you have just tried to excuse your crime. Clearly, you are not truly penitent and need to feel the full majesty of the law's chastisement to acquaint you with the full gravity of your offence. In fact," he added, "the attitude you have demonstrated just now minds me to increase your sentence. You will serve 365 days of community service instead of the 180 that I felt you originally deserved. Do you have anything further to say to this court, Williams?" "No, Your Honour," said Sarah quickly. "Good," the judge smiled. "The first part of the sentence will be carried out tomorrow morning in the main town square. You will be held in custody overnight and then brought into the presence of the pillory for your public punishment."
He paused briefly before continuing. "Let this be a lesson to you, Williams, and to all others who think that they can transgress the law with impunity."
Sarah was led away, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had a good idea that her time in the pillory was not going to be at all pleasant. Sarah had already seen many local girls, especially the whores, hanging for hours in the pillory while the crowd pelted them with abuse, rotten vegetables and anything else that came to hand.
Morning came, and Sarah was led out to face the waiting crowd. There was always a large number of people only too anxious to watch a pretty girl being punished in the pillory. Especially when they got to help out with her punishment!
Sarah was led out on to the main public square of the town. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, her legs fixed in metal shackles, and a huge ball-gag firmly placed in her silently protesting mouth.
The crowd burst out laughing at the sight, almost baying for blood. They quickly surrounded Sarah and only the presence of the two burly policemen who were bringing her to the pillory prevented them from manhandling the poor girl. She stared at the people gathered round, her eyes pleading for mercy. But this crowd was in no mood to show her any kind of mercy. All they wanted was to see her suffer abuse and insults in the pillory.
Sarah gazed upon the wooden construction that was to be her instrument of torment for goodness only knew how long. Since the new laws had come in, some victims had been left in these infernal devices for up to 24 hours. In spite of the warmth of the day, Sarah shivered as she hoped that her ordeal would be a brief one.
There were two posts on either side of the pillory, with two boards placed horizontally across it. In the centre of the twin boards was an opening for the girl's neck, with two much smaller holes to hold her wrists. A steel band was also set in the centre of the pillory, its purpose to secure the victim by her waist. A padlock was attached to the band which, when locked, removed even the slightest possibility of escape.
As Sarah stood before the pillory, trembling, one of the policemen unlocked the padlock. He turned to the crowd theatrically and said, "By the sentence of the court, Sarah Williams has been found guilty of theft. The decree of the court is that Williams shall serve the first part of her punishment in the pillory. However, as is the custom, it shall be for the good citizens of this town to decide the manner and duration of her punishment. What say you, then, to the question of how Williams shall be punished? Shall it be clothed or naked?" "Naked!" came the unanimous roar from the crowd. "Strip the bitch naked for her just punishment!"
Sarah stared at the people around her in disbelief and shame. She noted sourly that the women of the town were as eager as the men to see her body stripped and abused in public.
"Naked it shall be, then," the officer announced the decision. "And as to time - how many hours shall Williams stand before you naked in the pillory? One, two, four, six, eight, sixteen, or twenty-four?" "Let the bitch stay there for twenty-four hours!" came the unanimous cry of the crowd.
Now fresh tears flowed once more down Sarah's cheeks. 24 hours naked in the pillory! Could she stand it for so long? And how bad would it be? She shivered once more at the prospect that faced her.
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