This is my first version of the story. Ruby asked me to post it to show the progress I amde on the story. Hope it helps you all out there.



"Guilty as charged."



The trial was a complete farce, just as Katy had said from the beginning. How could they be guilty of violating a law when they were not even in the country but just passing by in the Med? How had we ended up here?

They had been on a BDSM themed cruise, and the ship had scrupulously avoided entering the waters of any country that would have had a problem with the theme aboard. Nonetheless, the ship was boarded. They had been tossed into the jail, as is, not even a chance to dress. They had been sunbathing on the fantail, in bikinis, and Katy had been topless. They were not sure what had happened to the rest of the passengers as they had been hustled on to the frigate before they were taken into port, and had spent the whole trip being ogled by every passing sailor that could find an excuse to pass by where they were being held.

Katy had been vocal from the beginning, in spite of the rest of us pleading with her not to make it worse. Personally I had to agree with her saying that it could not get any worse, but kept my mouth shut because it was more my nature to be quiet.

We were hustled off the ship and into the arms of the police, they cuffed us and then walked us through the docks and finally put us in the back of an open truck. We were given a tour of the city through every major thoroughfare, I may not know this city, but I do know when we are being led around in circles.



We were led directly into the court and then asked if we had anything to say, before anyone could say anything Katy again spoke up and began giving the judges what for. Again, we asked her to be quiet, but she would never listen to any sub.



The next thing we knew we were told we were guilty and led off into a jail cell to await punishment. The cell was nothing more than a cage in the courtyard with an open latrine in one corner. We were visible to everyone as this was a public square and quite a crowd gathered.



We were told we were to be pilloried, and we all knew what that meant, the only thing we were left to wonder was when and where. We were not unruffled in the cell, which left us having to do things for each other. Everyone enjoyed the show whenever one of us had to use the bathroom; it was especiallly difficult when we had to pull the bottoms back up.



We were fed supper in the cell, the plates were simply tossed in and half the food spilled to the floor. We ignored it, except for line that had not eaten yesterday. I was hungry also but was unwilling to eat like a dog. After dinner, they put a large bowl of water in the cell for us to drink from. This was too much for me after being out in the sun all afternoon, and I got down like the rest to lap up as much water as possible. The cheering of the crowd was deafening, half the city must be here by now.