Sex Court

Author's note: This story is a satire of a fictitious government and court system. It has fictitious names, characters, places, and events. Any resemblance to actual people, actual events, or perceived future events are purely coincidental. This story contains sexual servitude. Please enjoy another story if any of the above is offensive to you.

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The year was 2027 and the new administration has made sweeping changes to the department of justice, the judicial branch, and the treasury department. Certain processes were "simplified and streamlined" to create new revenue sources. The judicial system had authorized judges unprecedented power to carry out punishment and collect the maximum amount of revenue. Creativity was encouraged.

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As Burt read the notice from the RCA (Revenue Court Administration) he did not understand the violation it described. The notice stated that form1069X was not filed, and the fees were not paid for his small business. The letter instructed him to appear in revenue court. It also stated that no legal representation was allowed.

Burt emailed the notice to Patrick, his lawyer who handled the tax filings and related matters.

"Patrick, what the hell is this? What is form 1069X?" asked Burt from his phone.

"You are my fourth client who received this notice. I never heard of it. There are many weird changes going on under the new administration. Everyone is confused and paranoid."

"What should I do?"

"Burt, you must appear at court and find out. And whatever happens, follow the court's orders. I've heard of some very strange stories of late, regarding the RCA and its seemingly unlimited power."

"What have you heard?"

"This court is run by a renegade judge who sentences unusual punishments."

"But I'm just running a small lingerie shop. How bad could it be?"

"I don't know, but I advise you to follow the judge's orders."

***

Burt arrived at the courthouse. There were two armed guards at the entrance, with a sophisticated security scanner.

"Please give me your notice," said one of the guards.

Burt handed him the document, and he scanned it into the system.

"Please give me your identification."

The guard examined Burt's ID, searched him, and confiscated his smart phone.

"Electronic devices are not permitted in the courthouse. It will be tagged and returned to you at the end of your stay," said the guard with no expression or emotion.

"But I have important information on my phone, that I may need for my court appearance."

"There are no exceptions. Either follow the procedure or go home. However, the judge may issue a warrant for your arrest if you do not appear."

Burt looked at him with frustration, but handed over his phone, walked through the scanning machine, and proceeded upstairs to the courtroom. Burt took a seat in the second row. There were about a dozen people that held notices like his.

Burt asked the man sitting next to him, "Pardon me, but do you know what's going on?"

"I'm not sure. The whole process seems very strange."

Just then, a very tall and attractive woman dressed in a uniform with a gun strapped around her thin waist came through a door in the corner of the room. As she approached, she yelled, "Burt Jones please step forward."

Burt got up and walked toward the woman and said, "I am Burt Jones."

"I am Ms. Jonie, an officer of the court. Please come with me to Judge Edelman's chamber."

Ms. Jonie was 5 foot 10, her dark brunette hair was tied in a bun, her dark brown eyes were serious, and her facial features were rugged in an attractive way. She was 32 years old, large boobs that protruded out from her tight brown shirt, and long legs with a firm ass that filled out her matching slacks.

Burt followed her into the judge's chamber while admiring Ms. Jonie's rear end. Burt was 27 years old, 5 foot 5, with a cute boyish face. He was slender and fit.

"Please stand before Judge Edelman," said Ms. Jonie as she stood next to the judge in a protective way.

"Judge Edelman, this is Burt Jones. He failed to file form 1069X and pay the fees," stated Ms. Jonie.

The woman Judge was 45 years old, long blonde hair, blue eyes, attractive but had a very stern expression. She was sitting behind a large, elevated desk, and wore a black robe.

"I am Judge Julie Edelman. To save expenses and streamline the process, the RCA has given me authority to run these proceedings in this federal court. I will explain the rule of law, question you, and then determine your innocence or guilt. If you are innocent, you will be immediately released. If guilty, I will determine the punishment. There is no appeal process after my determination. Do you understand everything I just stated?" asked the Judge.

"Your Honor, I had no knowledge of the form or the requirement, and neither did my tax preparer," said Burt nervously.

"Mr. Jones, ignorance of the tax laws is no excuse. It is your responsibility as a business owner to comply with all the requirements on a timely basis."

Burt thought to himself it would be best to just agree and remedy the situation by following her orders.

"I'm sorry your Honor, I will immediately file form 1069X and pay whatever is required. How much is it?"

"Well, it appears you are in the sex business, so..."

Burt cut off the Judge, and blurted out, "Judge, I am not in the sex business. I sell ladies lingerie."

"Mr. Jones, in my courtroom, you do not interrupt me. You listen and then speak when I ask you a question. Is that clear?"

"Yes, your Honor."

"Do you sell see through bras and panties?"

Yes, your Honor."

Do you sell crotchless panties exposing women's vaginas?"

Yes, your Honor, but..."

The Judge talked over Burt in mid-sentence, "According to the new tax code, your business is classified as a sex business. The 1069X form is required each quarter, with a filing fee of 5% of your total sales. I find you guilty."

Burt looked and listened in disbelief. He wanted to scream out in anger but knew that would make things worst in this ass backwards court.

The Judge continued, "Mr. Burt Jones, you are found guilty of failing to file form 1069X, according to RCA code 105.68. Since you are in the sex trade, you will be sentenced to 18 months in federal prison. You will be eligible for parole in 12 months, for good behavior."

"This is outrageous! I want to file an appeal!" yelled Burt.

"This law was passed by congress. As I told you earlier, there is no appeal process once you have been found guilty of a sex crime."

Burt was in a state of shock. There were a few moments of silence, and then Judge Edelman continued.

"There is another option versus jail time."

Burt looked up at the Judge, and said, "What is the other option?"

"You become the property of the federal government for a month. During this period, you are auctioned to servitude to the highest bidder. However, if you choose this alternative sentence, it cannot be revoked. If you break a single rule or do not obey your host, you will be sent to prison for the full 18 months, with no chance of early release."

"Servitude? What exactly does that mean?"

"Just like it sounds. You will be a slave and must obey all commands. Once you agree to become the property of the government, you are stripped of your clothing, all possessions, and your rights."

"Is this a joke? Are you crazy?"

"The RCA has given me complete control in these circumstances. The new administration needs additional revenue, and the most efficient method is renting the government's property. You must decide now. And if you say any more disparaging remarks, I will double your sentence. What is your decision?"

Burt simply could not be locked-up for a year or more. He would lose his entire business. Burt thought back to the advice of his lawyer. He simply had no choice in this crazy situation.

"I agree to become the property of the government for one month."

"You will need to sign this enslavement agreement. In summary, all your rights are suspended. You will be expected to follow the orders of this court to the letter. Once you are sold at auction, the enslavement agreement rights are transferred to your host, and you must obey your host without question or hesitation. All hosts are thoroughly checked for criminal records. You cannot commit any crimes, and the host will not cause any major physical harm to you...spanking, humiliation and even bondage are permitted."

Burt walked to the Judge's desk, read the document, and had little choice but to sign it. The Judge took the agreement, handed it to Ms. Jonie, and she scanned it into the government's database.

"You are officially now the property of the federal government. Before you are prepared for the auction, you must be inspected and answer a few questions. This is for the benefit of the host and you," said the Judge with a smirk.

"Inspected...what questions?" asked Burt in a defeated tone.

"Before the questions, give all your clothing to Ms. Jonie. We must inspect your physical characteristics."

"What? You want me to strip...here...now?" Burt asked in shock.

"Slave Burt, when given an order, you obey. No questions or hesitation. This is your last warning. If you do not obey, Ms. Jonie will handcuff you and take you to jail. Remove all your clothes and hand them to Ms. Jonie."

Burt turned beet red and stared at the Judge for a moment. He knew he had to comply. Burt unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to Ms. Jonie. His chest was bare, with tiny pink nipples. He untied his shoes, kicked them off, and slid off his socks. Burt slowly unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. He pulled his pants off and stood facing the Judge in his jockey shorts. His legs were skinny and white.

"Take them off, Slave Burt," demanded the Judge.

Burt pulled down his underwear and handed the last of his garments to Ms. Jonie.

Burt was completely naked but covered his genitals with both hands.

"Hands behind your back, Slave Burt," said the Judge as she smirked.

Ms. Jonie giggled at Burt's tiny penis.

"Well, Slave Burt, it seems that your little tool might be a handicap for auction," said the Judge as she laughed out loud.

Judge Edelman turned to Ms. Jonie, and said, "Take the usual measurements for the record."

"Yes Judge," said Ms. Jonie as she walked to a supply cabinet and took out a tape measure.

She measured his height, and said to the Judge, "65 inches tall."

She then took her pinky finger, lifted Burt's tiny dick, and measured its length.

"2.5 inches in length."

Finally, she wrapped the tape around the base of his tiny cock.

"3.5 inches in circumference," said Ms. Jonie as she smiled down at Burt's red face.

"Slave Burt are you straight or gay?" asked the Judge.

"I'm straight."

"Oh my, with your tiny penis, you will never satisfy any of our female hosts. You will need to be marketed as a PE and AL," said the Judge.

"What does that mean?" asked Burt.

"Pussy Eater and Ass Licker," replied Ms. Jonie, as she squeezed his little wiener.

Burt looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

"We will need another day to locate some hosts who have an interest in our little slave." The Judge paused, looked at Ms. Jonie, and said, "What on earth are we going to do with him? Can you take him for the night?"

"Sure, I'll take the little man tonight. I can give him some training," laughed Ms. Jonie.

"Excellent. Slave Burt, you are hereby assigned to Ms. Jonie for the next 24 hours until you are sold at auction. You will follow her orders to the letter. Do you understand, Slave Burt?"

"Yes, your Honor."

"Since there are more hours of work for Ms. Jonie, you will be assigned to cleaning duty. The women's main bathroom needs scrubbing. Go with Ms. Jonie, and obey all her orders," said the Judge sternly.

***

Ms. Jonie walked to the supply cabinet, and retrieved a dark blue robe, labeled, "I am Government Property" in large bold white letters.

"Put this robe on, and these flip flops," said Ms. Jonie.

She gave him an extra short robe on purpose. It was sized for a petite woman, so it only extended down to the top of his thighs. If he reached up or bent over, his private parts would be completely exposed.

Burt looked at Ms. Jonie in shock, and was about to object, but then he noticed her stern expression. He bowed his head, put on the robe and waited for her next instructions.

"Follow me."

Ms. Jonie opened a door and walked down a hallway. Many employees walked through the hall, some in uniform, some in plain clothes. Women and men were staring at Burt, as Ms. Jonie escorted him to the janitor's supply room.

"Here are all the cleaning supplies you will need. Now, follow me to the main women's lounge and restroom."

As they entered the restroom, there was a large couch with some padded chairs, a counter with tissues, lotion and other amenities. Several women looked up, saw Burt, read the robe, and then just smirked, like it was a common occurrence. They continued into the large bathroom area. There were 10 stalls and 5 sinks.

"You are to scrub each sink until they are spotless. Next, you will knock on each stall door, and if empty, you will scrub each toilet until they are spotless. After that, mop the floor and wipe down the couch and all the chairs in the lounge. I will pick you up at 5 pm, so you have about two hours to get this done. Any questions?"

"What if the women talk to me or tell me to get out."

"Answer them and do exactly as they say. If they tell you to get out, leave and then go back in and do your work. Understood?"

"Yes, Ms. Jonie."

"Good. See you at 5."

Ms. Jonie left, and Burt went to get the cleaning supplies. About 30 minutes later, he washed all the sinks. There were women coming and going as he worked. Some snickered as he leaned over the sinks, showing his tiny ass as he scrubbed. Then a couple of uniformed guards were whispering and laughing a few steps away and approached Burt. They were both in their late 30's, tall and attractive, but on the husky side with a lot of curves.

"Hey, what is your name?" asked the redhead guard.

"My name is Burt."

"I'm Della, and this is Stacy. Our job is to ensure safety. We perform random body searches of government slaves," said the guard with the long black hair.

Stacy looked at Della, and said, "Put the cleaning sign on the door, and lock it."

After Della walked back, they both stared at Burt as they towered over him.

"Go over to that stall, place your hands on the door above your head and part your legs," ordered Della.

Burt did not want trouble and followed her orders. His bare ass was exposed as the guards giggled. Stacy frisked the top of his shoulders and went down to the pockets of the robe and felt something hard.

"What's in your robe?" asked Stacy.

"It's just a tool."

"Turn around slowly, and give me the robe," said Stella.

Burt turned around, took off his robe, and handed it to her. His tiny cock was flaccid, and his little balls shriveled to his body.

The guards laughed out loud at his tiny dick. Stella found a scraping tool in the robe pocket.

"What is this doing in there?"

"I use it to scrape the dirt and grime."

"You need to be careful where you scrape...you can't afford to lose any meat here," said Stella as she wrapped her large hand around Burt's tiny dick.

Her hand was soft, and she continued to stroke his cock, as both guards giggled.

Burt's cock was beginning to stiffen, as he stared at their voluptuous bodies.

"Are you staring at my ass, Slave?" said Stacy.

Burt just looked down, as Stella was still fondling his dick.

Stacy winked at Stella, and then quickly unbuckled her belt, unsnapped her pants, and pulled them down to her ankles along with her panties. Her ass was large, round and in Burt's face. His little cock stiffened to a full-fledged little boner.

Stacy bent over, and said, "Kiss my ass."

Burt obeyed. He bent over and gave her ass a peck.

"You can do better than that...get some tongue in there."

Burt started to lick her asshole. Her cheeks engulfed his entire face.

"Hey, I want some licking too," said Stella.

The next moment, Burt was going from ass to ass, darting his tongue in and out.

After a few minutes of ass licking, they told him to stop and face them. His little boner was pointing straight up and was throbbing red. The guards pulled up their pants, and Stella got some lotion from the lounge area. Stella rubbed some lotion on his hard-on, and Burt got more excited.

The guards stepped back, and Stella said, "Go ahead and finish yourself. Beat it!"

Burt stroked his boner, while the two guards laughed. He stroked his boner faster and faster and then came all over his hand and the floor.

"Time to clean it up, Slave," said Stacy.

Both guards left the restroom laughing, while Burt washed his hands. He put his robe back on and began to mop the floor.

About half an hour later, Judge Edelman entered the restroom, smirked at Burt and went into a stall.

A minute later, the Judge called Burt through the stall door.

"Yes, Judge Edelman?"

The Judge unlocked the stall door, and said, "Get in here, now."

Burt walked into the stall. The Judge's black robe was hanging on a hook, and she was sitting on the toilet with her panties around her ankles and her legs spread. Her light brown pussy was dripping with piss.

"Why is there no toilet paper in this stall?" said the Judge with an angry tone.

"I don't know, Judge, I have not started on the stalls yet."

The Judge was steaming mad. She clenched her teeth and then smirked.

"Kneel down and lick my pussy clean!" demanded the Judge.

Burt had to obey. He knelt and put his face between her slender thighs. The Judge put her hands around his head and pulled his mouth to her dripping pussy.

"Lick!"

Burt licked her pussy up and down.

She pulled him closer, and said, "Lick my clit, and don't stop until I say so."

Burt licked her hard little clit to orgasm.

The Judge stood up and nodded her head for him to leave the stall. She got dressed and left the restroom.

***

At 5 pm, Ms. Jonie walked toward the restroom and saw Burt putting back the supplies into the janitor's room.

"Are you done with the bathroom. Were there any issues?"

Burt did not want to describe what happened. He simply said, "All clean. No issues."

"Good."

She looked him over and noticed he and the robe were filthy, and he smelled.

"You stink. You're not going in my car smelling like smut. Follow me."

They walked to a small warehouse at the back of the building. There was a large elderly woman cleaning some equipment with a hose. The woman looked up and smirked at Burt in the robe.

"How can I help you Ms. Jonie," asked the woman.

"Hi Thelma, please do me favor and wash this Slave with the hose."

Thelma looked at Burt, snickered, and said, "Sure thing."

Ms. Jonie looked at Burt, and said, "Give me that dirty robe, and I'll get you a clean one."

Burt turned beet red again. He took off the robe, handed it to Ms. Jonie, and she left him alone with Thelma.

Thelma stared at his tiny cock, giggled, and said, "Stand over the drain."

Thelma adjusted the water to warm, sprayed him down, and then handed him some soap.

"Soap up and scrub, young man."

Burt washed in front of Thelma, and she smirked and giggled.

Ms. Jonie returned with the fresh robe, as Burt was cleaning his cock and balls at the direction of Thelma.

Burt dried off and put on his clean robe and flip flops.

"Let's go," said Ms. Jonie.

***

Ms. Jonie unlocked the door, and they both entered her apartment. She turned to Burt, and said, "In here you can call me Denise, but you do not speak, unless I ask you a question or I give you permission. Understand?"