therefore could not help but violate the attitude clause of the statute
against forcible rape when you met the eyes of the victim in this case.”
She came close to me, studying me. “Daniel, are you aware that this trial
is being broadcast live throughout the world?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m aware of that.”
“Do you realize that if I am successful in proving my point here today that
the debate over the necessity of male management will be over, and that it
will become a reality worldwide?”
“Yes, ma’am.” She was reminding me of the stakes in an effort to
intimidate me. I merely bit my lip.
“And do you further realize that if I am unsuccessful, I will look foolish,
and that it will be a tremendous boost for your side?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m aware of that too.” She smiled and paused, moving closer
and looking me up and down once again.
“You know, Daniel, you look a little bit different when you’re naked than I
do.” She spoke softly and tenderly, caressing my chest with her
fingernails.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I know that there are a number of differences, Daniel, but can you tell me
what that appendage is that hangs between your legs? I don’t have one of
those!” Her perfume was having an almost hypnotic effect on me. She was
trying to set me up in some way, but I couldn’t determine how.
“That is my penis, ma’am.”
“It is your sexual organ, the thing that actually makes you a male, isn’t
it, Daniel?”
“Yes, ma’am.” When she brought my attention to my penis, it began to
thicken.
“Why, it seems to be growing! Are you doing that? Are you showing off on
television, Daniel?” She giggled sensually, knowing the answer but
contentedly taunting me.
“No, ma’am. I-”
“When does that happen exactly, Daniel? When does it grow like that?”
“It, uh, it happens when I’m sexually aroused, ma’am.”
“Oh?” She licked her lips. “Then you must find me attractive, is that
correct, Daniel?”
“Uh…yes, ma’am, I do.”
“Even though I’m the person trying to take your freedom away, you find me
irresistable, isn’t that true, Daniel?”
“Well, irresistible’s kind of a strong term, ma’am…”
“Are you sexually aroused, Daniel?”
“A little bit, ma’am.” Her smile disappeared and her demeanor became stern
once again.
“So you’re saying that in a court of law on a global telecast while you’re
on trial for rape that you cannot refrain from thoughts about having sex
with me, isn’t that true, Daniel?”
“No, ma’am, I–there’s just a lot of sexual tension here.” I was sweating
profusely. One of the bailiffs wiped me down with a towel. The prosecutor
held a hand to her chin and began to think.
“What would happen,” she began, “if I were to touch your penis? Would it
grow even larger than it is now?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I shuddered in embarassment. The jurors were giggling
amongst themselves.
“And what if you tried as hard as you could to keep it from growing larger
and more rigid? Could you do so?”
“If you were touching it? Uh…no, ma’am. I don’t think I could.”
“Are you saying then, Daniel, that it is I, a woman for whom you have
admitted a sexual attraction to, who has a measure of control over your very
penis that you do not, even though that same penis is a part of your body?”
My eyes drooped to the floor in shame. I noticed one of the television
cameras zooming in on my partially erect member.
“Yes, ma’am, I guess so, but that’s just-” one of the bailiffs pulled on my
ear, silencing me. The prosecutor came very close, smiling sweetly.
“Daniel, I am going to touch your penis. I want you to try, I really do.
I want you to try as hard as you can to keep it soft and pliable to my touch
rather than have it go rigid and hard. Do you think you can do that for
me?”
“Uh, no ma’am, I’m not sure I can.” I had never felt so helpless.
“I don’t think you can, either. That’s the whole point.”
The prosecutor extended her right hand, lightly scratching the underside of
my scrotum and trailing the sensation up to my member. I closed my eyes,
trying to fill my thoughts with non-sexual themes, attempting to distract
myself as she gently stroked and fondled my penis. The futility of this
strategy was immediately evident as she began to stroke my hair and face
with her free hand and cooed a soft, low noise inaudible to everyone except
me. When her perfume once again invaded my olfactory senses, my resistance
was entirely broken down as my penis rapidly stiffened in her fingers.
Having won the battle to get my organ to respond to her touch, she began to
sculpt it, to stimulate it in such ways that it grew readily into the shape
…End of the part3. To be continued..