The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Interview with the Bimbo.

CHAPTER SEVEN: ON THE RACK

Judge Hanover’s courtroom- 1990

“All rise!”

Lulu rose to her feet as Judge Hanover entered and sat down. He was older than her, of course…in his early fifties, perhaps. His hair was black, but receded to the back of his head. He certainly didn’t look as intimidating as Tyler made him sound. She had expected him to be taller.

Hanover turned to the bailiff. “Call the first case,” he said, in a surprisingly deep voice.

The bailiff looked at his clipboard. Then he called out, “The People of Chrystal Heights versus Helen Desjarden!”

A young brunette stood and approached the bench. The judge glanced over his notes, then looked at Helen.

“All right, Miss Desjarden,” said the judge. “It states here that you were verbally and physically aggressive with a beach parking meter attendant.”

“That’s not true, your Honor,” said the brunette. “I was simply upset because she was giving me an unfair parking ticket. That parking meter was broken.”

“I see,” said the judge. “It also states that you referred to her in a disrespectful manner and attempted to grab her ticket book.”

“She had no right to give me a ticket, your Honor!” said the girl. “That meter was broken!”

Judge Hanover looked at Helen. “How old are you, Miss Desjarden?”

“Twenty-four, your Honor.”

“I see,” said the judge, glancing at his notes. “You called her a ‘rug-munching waste of space?’”

“Well, yeah,” said the girl. “Everybody knows she’s a lezzie.”

“And then you grabbed her arm and tried to snatch her ticket book,” said the judge.

“Not at all, your Honor!” said Helen. “I just tripped and fell, that’s all! It was a complete misunderstanding.”

“I will have the Truth, Miss Desjarden,” said the judge. He turned to the bailiff. “Swear her in.”

The bailiff brought over a book and instructed Helen to place her right hand on it. Then the judge spoke.

“Do you Swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”

Helen’s voice sounded strangely vibrant as she said, “I do.”

“Very good,” said Hanover. “Now tell me what happened that day.”

Helen offered a confident smile. “I was looking really hot at the beach and all the guys were just checking me out, so I didn’t bother going back to put change in the meter in time. When I got there, I realized that the stupid lezzie meter maid was writing me a ticket. I got mad and called her some names and then tried to grab the ticket book, ‘cuz I figured if I got it away from her, I could destroy the evidence.”

Judge Hanover nodded, then clasped his hands together. “I thought as much,” he said. “Is the meter maid here?”

Helen blinked, then clapped a hand over her mouth. “Wait!” she said. “That’s not what I meant to say!”

“Silence!” said the judge.

A dark-haired woman stood up. “I am the meter maid, your Honor,” she said.

The judge looked at her. “Ah, yes, you are Charlene Murphy, correct?”

“Yes, your Honor,” she said. “My friends call me Charlie.”

“That’s fine, Charlie,” said the judge. “Is it true that you prefer the company of women?”

“Yes, your Honor,” she said. “It’s just the way I am.”

“That’s fine, Charlie,” said the judge. “I just wanted to be sure.” Then Hanover turned to Helen.

Helen said, “Your Honor, I—“

“Silence!” said Judge Hanover. “Helen Desjarden, I find you guilty of assault. You are hereby Sentenced to orally satisfy Charlie three days per week, on days of Charlie’s choosing. You will do this for the next twelve weeks. Furthermore, you will receive a tongue piercing at this time in order to intensify the sensations for Charlie. You will be given one week to heal, at which time the twelve weeks will then commence. That is All!”

“One week!” said Helen. “But, your Honor…!”

Then, even as she spoke, Helen’s eyes glazed over. She stared into space. Then her lips parted and her tongue slid out. The bailiff stepped forward and applied a clamp to the girl’s tongue. He then stretched out her tongue and slid a needle through it. Helen showed no reaction.

The bailiff continued his work under the judge’s steely gaze. After a minute, he stepped back.

“It’s done, your Honor,” he said.

“Very good,” he said. Then he said, “Next!”

Helen’s eyes then seemed to clear. “Buh, your Honor…!” she blinked, eyes widening at her thick lisp.

“Your piercing has been performed, Miss Desjarden,” said the judge. “Your Sentence commences in one week.”

Helen Desjarden was led away. Charlie smiled and left the courtroom as well.

“Call the next case, bailiff,” said the judge.

The bailiff stepped forward. “The People of Chrystal Heights versus Louise, a.k.a. Lulu,” he said.

Lulu stood and approached the bench. She better understood Tyler’s concern now.

Judge Hanover gazed down on Lulu. “So you’re the minx that cleaned out so many men- young and old- across so many cities,” he said. He looked her up and down. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Lulu’s bimbo appearance was presently the bane of her existence, but she thought she might actually be able to use it to her advantage in this situation. She opened her eyes wide and tried to sound as innocent as possible. “Ummmm…I think that may be kind of an exaggeration, your Honor,” she said.

“You do, do you?” said the judge. “Why don’t you explain to me why?”

“Well, your Honor,” said Lulu, “I admit I may have been careless about paying some debts, but I really intend to pay everybody back. Honest!” Lulu nodded in the most sincere manner she could manage.

“I’m sure you do, young lady,” said Hanover. He steepled his fingers. “It seems you’re quite the unusual case.”

Lulu blinked. “I am?”

“Yes,” said the judge. “This court has been in contact with the prosecution offices of the various cities in which you perpetrated your various indiscretions. Because this court has certain resources available, the various offices have agreed- enthusiastically, I might add- to combine all charges. They will accept this court’s rulings and subsequent sentencing in place of their own.”

Lulu looked at the judge blankly. “Ummmmmm…?”

“In other words, Louise,” said Hanover, “all pending legal issues for all cities will be addressed here and now.”

Lulu brightened. “Oh!” she said. “Good! We can get this taken care of right now, then.”

“Indeed, young lady,” said Hanover. “You are charged with multiple counts of exploitation and theft. How do you plead?”

Lulu widened her eyes, contriving to appear as innocent as possible. “Oh, not guilty, your Honor!” she said. “I’m sure you understand there’s been a misunderstanding. As soon as we’re done here, I’ll just scoot right over to the parties involved and make full amends, your Honor.”

“On that, we are agreed, Louise,” said Hanover. “Now, let’s see…do you recall a Richard N. in Diamond Valley?

“Well…yesssss, I suppose I do,” said Lulu. “He was sweet.”

“Yes…to the tune of one thousand, five hundred dollars.”

“Well…he was very sweet.”

“Donald H. in Onyx Pass?”

“Err…yes…”

“One thousand, seven hundred dollars. Franklin B. from Krisburg?”

“Ummmm…”

“Nine hundred dollars. Jason T. from Rubytown?”

“Vaguely…”

“One thousand, one hundred dollars.”

“Okay…okay, your Honor,” said Lulu. “I understand there may be, ah, ethical issues here, but I didn’t really steal all that money. I mean, some of it was for, you know, me being sweet.”

Judge Hanover set his papers down and locked eyes with Lulu.

“Actually, Louise,” said the judge, “those amounts are what you stole from their accounts and homes. This doesn’t include the amounts they were foolish enough to part with while wining and dining you.”

“Well…I mean…”

Judge Hanover sat back and gazed at me, stroking his chin. “Interesting,” he said. “I had an idea for restitution, but it seems someone has beat me to it. Unusual.”

“I don’t understand, your Honor,” said Lulu.

“No matter,” said the judge. “Louise, this is a long, long list of victims. You entered towns, cleaned out citizens of their funds and life savings and, when it got too hot, you left town.”

Lulu squirmed. “Well, yes, your Honor, but I’m sorry, okay?”

“No,” said the judge, “it is not okay. All told, and rounding off in a manner most generous, the amount of stolen funds is two hundred twenty-five thousand dollars. Louise, you are Sentenced to use your newly acquired physical assets to raise money to provide full restitution to all victims herein listed. You will meet with the legal representatives of your various victims and they will decide whether they prefer restitution in financial or sexual service format. If they choose the latter, you will service them in any manner they choose, be it oral, anal or otherwise, providing it is not life-threatening. You shall also cover all legal fees in the same manner. That is All.”

“What?!” said Lulu. She stamped her foot. “Your Honor, that is not fair!”

“I will have order!” said Hanover. “Louise, You have repeatedly displayed a lack of respect for the person of this court. I find you guilty of Contempt of Court.”

“Fine!” said Lulu.

“Tell me, young lady,” said the judge, “do you know why they call me ‘The Rack’?”

“No,” said Louise. “I assumed it was an exaggeration, like saying you’re a torture rack.

“I am called ‘The Rack’ for a reason,” said the judge. “Louise, I Sentence you to possess E-sized breasts. Furthermore, as you lack verbal respect, I hereby Sentence you to speak using only vocabulary block ‘B’, with a prime on monosyllabic words. This lock on your vocabulary shall remain in effect until such time as your restitution is fully paid. That is All.”

Lulu blinked. She was sentenced to have large breasts and talk with a specific vocabulary?

And that’s when she felt the pressure.

Lulu gasped as her breasts bulged over the top of her bra. Tyler reached behind her and unsnapped her bra through her top with deft twist of his fingers. Her breasts continued swelling through yet another cup size before slowing and finally stopping. Lulu blinked as she realized she now had an overwhelming rack to go with her already lush curves.

“My…my boobs, your Honor!” said Lulu. “They’re, like, really big!”

Someone in the courtroom snickered, and Lulu realized something was wrong.

“Omigod!” she said, giggling. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Judge Hanover harrumphed. “You shall remain in this state until such time as restitution has been fully made. Upon the final payment, your normal vocabulary will return and you’ll be permitted to leave Chrystal Heights. You’ll likely have to retrain your vocabulary patterns, and your present physical challenges will remain in place, unless, of course, you come across a cure on your own.”

“I…have to keep, you know, talking like this, cutie? Err, your Honor, I mean?”

“Yes, Louise, you do. Justice will be served.”

* * *

Annabelle set down her pad. “That’s an incredible story, Lulu,” she said.

“Yes,” said Lulu. “Emerald Lake turned me into a lush sex toy…but Chrystal Heights turned me into a bimbo.”

Annabelle shook her head. “Incredible,” she said.

“Yes,” said Lulu. “And my troubles weren’t over yet. My transformation was complete by this point…I looked, talked and acted like a stereotypical air-headed bimbo. The shift in my vocabulary was more far-reaching than I had realized. It translated my every statement into bimbo-speak. Attempting to say ‘Good morning’ would result in a giggly ‘Hiya, cutie!’ or something similar. I had no way of convincing anyone that I had a working brain…in particular, potential employers.“

“I see,” said Annabelle.

“Regardless, by order of Judge Hanover, I now couldn’t leave Chrystal Heights until I had paid everything back,” said Lulu. “The only man I feared more than Lester at that point was The Rack…but that didn’t change the fact that Lester was still out there. And now, not only was I trapped in a bimbo body, I was trapped in a bimbo lifestyle as well.”