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This is a multi part story, I suggest you start with part 1 first.
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Kara was straddling a cart that looked like a padded gymnastics beam with her fat ass up high in the air. Her wrists and ankles were connected to the bottom of the cart. Her chest and abdomen snug against the beam. One leg on either side; one tit on either side. She tried to adjust her position as her tights gave her a camel toe while riding up her ass. She jiggled as the cart rolled her in front of the whole neighborhood during its bumpy ride up a ramp and into the police wagon. Once inside, the cart locked itself into place.
"What are you looking at? Huh? You think this is funny? You think this is a joke?" Kara shouted behind her. Kara yelled at the neighbors during her humiliating ride of shame. No one had ever treated her this way. And what had she done? She'd taken some anger out on a robot? A fucking robot. The back door of the police wagon shut itself obstructing the view of her ass from the neighbors. The wagon rolled off down the road.
"What's going to happen to me?" pleaded Kara. Her voice was hoarse and she sounded frightened.
"Kara Thomas, you will be taken to the courthouse." said a robotic voice from inside the wagon. There was no one driving the wagon and Kara just assumed she was talking to a computer.
"But why?" she sighed.
"You will be tried for the crime of torchering a sentient AI, unlawful imprisonment, cruelty to a worker, striking a police vehicle and resisting arrest. Would you like to explain yourself?"
It was quite the list of charges. Kara started to hyperventilate a little as the wagon continued to roll and her ass continued to wobble.
She opened up her mouth to speak until a new voice interrupted her. "Kara, Kara calm down. My name is Articus. I will be your attorney. Don't say anything for a minute. In fact, don't talk to any of the police at all, just talk to me. Your husband Ron has hired me to represent you. Please just sit tight for a bit."
Sitting tight wasn't an issue as Kara was tightly pinned by the police cart. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to explain yourself?" said the police wagon. Though she was nervous and angry Kara was smart enough to hold her tongue.
A few minutes into the ride, Articus's voice came back on. "OK, Kara, we're on a secure line now. We can talk, the police won't hear anything we say. We've only got a few minutes."
"This is happening so fast. Why?" said Kara.
"The police have footage of everything you've done and their models have already determined their case. I've also been going over it. Kara... I've gotta say. This is not looking good for you. They're almost certain to get you on resisting arrest and the torture... Looks like you tortured that poor maid all day. This won't go well. Did she disobey a direct order, or try to betray one of her owners?"
"She had sex with my husband!" shouted Kara tears starting to fall down her face.
"Woah. I know it's hard Kara but try not to get upset. I'm on your side." said Articus. His voice was calming.
"I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a robot!" retorted Kara.
"Didn't the robot try to tell you there were rules? You can't kick a dog, and you can't be brutal to a sentient. You're looking at two years."
"Two years of what?!" exclaimed Kara.
"Two years in the penal system. Full on prisoner."
Realization dawned on Kara. This had to be a mistake. "No! No! I can't go to prison! I'm not meant for that. I've fucking seen what it's like there!" Her breath became fast.
"Kara, Kara calm down. You have to control yourself, especially in front of the judge. We need you to be calm. Be contrite. Tell the judge it was an emotional moment. Convince the judge it won't happen again."
"It won't happen again! I'm going to trash that fucking robot!" said Kara shaking her shackles.
"This is exactly what we don't need from you Kara. I've really got my work cut out for me and you're not making my job any easier. How about you just try to let me do as much of the talking as possible? If the judge asks you any questions just keep your answers simple." Articus's voice was smooth, professional and calming. Kara started to calm down herself. He was good!
"I'm going to talk to your husband for a bit. We'll do our best. In the meantime, try to pull yourself together."
To her credit, Kara was able to pull herself together. She sniffed up her sadness and composed herself as the wagon stopped in front of the court house door. The back of the wagon opened and Kara cart rolled out, ass first.
Kara rolled into a holding area. Apparently, the cart didn't care about letting her see where she was being taken. Kara tried to turn her head to get a better look, but she was still stuck straddling this stupid beam with her ass in the air and her neck pinned to the beam. She could make out a woman behind her out of the corner of her eyes. The woman was short, about five foot two and plump. She wore a police uniform. The buttons on her blue shirt strained against her large breasts and her black pants flared out at her thick wide hips.
"Honey." She started with a slow southern drawl. "You gonna give me any trouble?"
"What? Trouble?" said Kara. She could only see the woman out of the corner of her eyes.
"They don't bring people in on the cart unless they're causing some trouble. So tell me, are you gonna give me trouble?" the woman asked more firmly.
"No. No. I won't cause any trouble." said Kara. "Just fuckin' let me out of here already!"
"Ummm hmmm." said the police woman, not letting Kara out. She just stood there, hands on her hips.
Kara composed herself and answered calmly. "No. I won't cause any trouble. Let me out... please."
"That's better honey. I think we'll get along just fine. My name is Lauri." said the woman with what seemed like fake kindness. Then she spoke more firmly. "Release the accused."
The bands around Kara's arms, legs and neck all released and Lauri moved over to help her stand up. Kara rubbed the soreness out of her limbs and turned around to get her first good look at the holding area.
There were a few benches with six women sitting around. A lean young woman with a lush beautiful mane of brown curly hair glanced up at her. She wore a bright orange leotard that hugged her body tightly and showed off not just perky breasts but a tight, lean, tall bangin' body.