puppyowner
Magistrate
Her family had been in the stone business for generations, but these last few years had been hard by any standards, the chief justice was one of those liberal do-gooders, people were being acquitted having reduced sentences something that had happened under the last few chief justices, this one was even commuting sentences.
She was getting at best one or two stoning’s a week and a lot of them were so old and ugly that they didn’t draw big crowds, and people were bringing their own stones and even picking them up of the ground, at times she’d wonder if there were enough of a crowd to actually complete the sentence.
And then she heard that the chief justice had died in mysterious circumstances, which depending who took his place could be a godsend she’d prayed enough about it these few years, at first she was a little disappointed the king had in her eyes put in someone just as wishy washy, he never seemed to take a firm stand on anything and just went with what he felt would make him popular with both the king and the people.
Then one night she was sure she’d seen him go into a rather disreputable inn known for its gambling, drinking, and whores wearing a false beard it hardly seemed possible, she herself couldn’t frequent such a place so she waited outside for what seemed hours and followed the man home and he entered the right house just by the back door, over the next couple of weeks she spied on the chief justice, hoping he didn’t see her, that could cause her some serious problems.
Then one day taking her courage in her hands she waited for the house keeper to leave and knocked on his door, she thought she might have to get passed a servant or two but he actually answered the door himself. He seemed amused to see a woman standing at his door; she could see the lecherous look in his eyes as he politely invited her in, shouting for a servant to drink drinks to his study.
Once the servant had left after handing them both a glass, she put hers down; she simply didn’t trust him not to put something in it, which made him smile as he asked what he could do for her. And she replied it was what she could do for him, his reputation and position were at risk frequenting the half-moon inn, if she recognised him then so would others who weren’t quite as discreet at her. She could see him getting flustered and waved away his denials and her dismissal and made him an offer she thought he couldn’t refuse.
She explained her business and offered him a percentage of her takings and she would provide sexual favours, she could arrange drinking and gambling sessions in the privacy of her home; all he had to do was impose harsher sentences and guaranty 3 or 4 stoning’s a week of young and attractive women.
She thought she might have gone too far from the look on his face, but he eventually nodded his head and agreed to a trial run which had lasted ever since, and business had never been better even if he did take 33% of her takings, and she didn’t really mind sleeping with him he was a rich handsome powerful man.
Which explained todays stoning of a young wife and mother accused of adultery, innocent or not he was going to find her guilty, adultery always brought a big crowd, people enjoyed showing how pious and chaste they were in direct contrast to the accused, although everyone there throwing stones knew it was a falsehood most of them were doing the same
It had brought such a large crowd she’d run out of stones to sell even before it had officially started
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She was getting at best one or two stoning’s a week and a lot of them were so old and ugly that they didn’t draw big crowds, and people were bringing their own stones and even picking them up of the ground, at times she’d wonder if there were enough of a crowd to actually complete the sentence.
And then she heard that the chief justice had died in mysterious circumstances, which depending who took his place could be a godsend she’d prayed enough about it these few years, at first she was a little disappointed the king had in her eyes put in someone just as wishy washy, he never seemed to take a firm stand on anything and just went with what he felt would make him popular with both the king and the people.
Then one night she was sure she’d seen him go into a rather disreputable inn known for its gambling, drinking, and whores wearing a false beard it hardly seemed possible, she herself couldn’t frequent such a place so she waited outside for what seemed hours and followed the man home and he entered the right house just by the back door, over the next couple of weeks she spied on the chief justice, hoping he didn’t see her, that could cause her some serious problems.
Then one day taking her courage in her hands she waited for the house keeper to leave and knocked on his door, she thought she might have to get passed a servant or two but he actually answered the door himself. He seemed amused to see a woman standing at his door; she could see the lecherous look in his eyes as he politely invited her in, shouting for a servant to drink drinks to his study.
Once the servant had left after handing them both a glass, she put hers down; she simply didn’t trust him not to put something in it, which made him smile as he asked what he could do for her. And she replied it was what she could do for him, his reputation and position were at risk frequenting the half-moon inn, if she recognised him then so would others who weren’t quite as discreet at her. She could see him getting flustered and waved away his denials and her dismissal and made him an offer she thought he couldn’t refuse.
She explained her business and offered him a percentage of her takings and she would provide sexual favours, she could arrange drinking and gambling sessions in the privacy of her home; all he had to do was impose harsher sentences and guaranty 3 or 4 stoning’s a week of young and attractive women.
She thought she might have gone too far from the look on his face, but he eventually nodded his head and agreed to a trial run which had lasted ever since, and business had never been better even if he did take 33% of her takings, and she didn’t really mind sleeping with him he was a rich handsome powerful man.
Which explained todays stoning of a young wife and mother accused of adultery, innocent or not he was going to find her guilty, adultery always brought a big crowd, people enjoyed showing how pious and chaste they were in direct contrast to the accused, although everyone there throwing stones knew it was a falsehood most of them were doing the same
It had brought such a large crowd she’d run out of stones to sell even before it had officially started
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