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This is a try to write a story some of the facts are real or depict news, the accident was real the only difference was that the driver that caused the death of the boy drove away I don't know if he/she was caught or not.

I have edited this story as it was my first one and the ideas that were in my head gave way to a series of characters and interconnected stories. I have also created a set of rules for my universe that are expressed in https://literotica.com/s/portuguese-crime-reduction-act, anyone that so whises can write using these rules to write his or her own stories.

I appreciate comments as more than stars, it gives me the measure of what reader feel.

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The pulsating music and laughter swirled around me at Coconuts, one of the oldest Cascais nightclubs. My name Is Sofia a teacher by profession and a bride's friend, I found myself amidst the lively bachelorette party. The staff's efficiency and the dancers' talent added to the club's infectious energy.

Despite not being a fan of such events, I was there, indulging in refreshing margaritas and the cool sea breeze. The vastness of the Atlantic Ocean stretched before me, visible beyond the club's lights. Strategically perched seaside at Praia do Tamariz, Coconuts offered a breathtaking vista.

Over the years, friends had tried to set me up, but I, a firm believer in my convictions, remained resolute. My religious background and past experiences had shaped my asexuality. Though I possessed a romantic side, I knew fairytales weren't real. Rejecting all suitors, I opted to drink in the beauty of the seaside night at Coconuts.

My two best friends Carla and Luisa are not like me, Carla flirts openly with the male stripers letting them touch her body and teasing them, while Luisa the bride-to-be, and her work friends watch the strip show, screaming at the strippers laughing and giggling. I Can't understand what attracts them to men, what they expect from them other than a wet spot on the linen, and a sweaty body snoring in their beds. I drink another Marguerita, and then another, just waiting for this flesh festival to end.

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The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty rows of pill bottles. Fatigue gnawed at my bones after a grueling 12-hour shift. Being a pharmacist wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Long stretches of tedious counting gave way to bursts of frantic activity, each prescription a life-or-death matter. I yearned for a simple night -- a hot shower, a descent into oblivion.

But my solitary apartment awaited, its silence broken only by the chirping of my two parakeets. My wife, worn down by years of erratic schedules and emotional distance, had taken our daughter and left. My daughter, a young woman already navigating life on her own, visited occasionally, a bittersweet reminder of the life that had slipped through my fingers. At 52, I was a stranger in my own home, adrift in a sea of loneliness.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by an impact at the back and another in the face. Something had collided with my car, first at the rear and then at the front. The airbag exploded open in a violent burst... everything happened in fractions of a second.

I tried to feel my fingers and toes; then, I turned my neck and touched my face. My glasses, my glasses were gone I was blind, not blind, but past 5 meters I could not see more than shapes. It's possible that the impact of the airbag broke them, or at least made them jump off my face. I pressed the button to release the seatbelt and opened the car door to see what had happened. In front of me, about 2 or 3 meters in front of my car, on the ground, there was something, it was a body.

I reached into my jacket pocket. My phone was broken, possibly from the impact of the airbag or the seatbelt.

I approached the body and noticed it was a young man, clad in a black cape adorned with emblems from various Portuguese and foreign student associations and universities. The cape had the logo from the University of Lisbon embroidered in gold.

\"Can you speak?\" I asked him, trying to assess the extent of his injuries. He responded with a fixed gaze and the word \"MOTHER...\" followed by a convulsion, blood spewing from his mouth.

Surveying the scene for help at 5 in the morning, the only souls present were myself, the victim, and the driver of the car responsible for the accident. She was a woman, a tall woman with red hair in a white dress, she appeared uninjured despite her staggering. I urgently shouted to her, I raised my voice, \"Are you hurt, ma'am? Call 112 and ask for help.\" She remained unresponsive, gazing at me before screaming, \"AHHHH...\" and vomiting on both me and the injured man.

I attempted resuscitation maneuvers, pressing on his chest with all my energy until a police officer intervened, pulling me away with the somber words, \"Sir, Sir it's not worth it; he's dead.\"

I must have collapsed myself. I woke up in the hospital with my chest bandaged, a neck brace, and pain all over. The airbag and seatbelt had saved my life, but the cost was high -- two broken ribs, various bruises, and a fractured vertebra.

A police officer came to talk to me, asking for my statement. I told him what happened and we chatted for a while, apparently, I had become famous on the internet as someone had filmed the entire scene and posted it online, the video had gone viral, and the comments were in the thousands. I came out well in the photo, but the comments towards the drunk woman were quite aggressive, calling for her to be locked up in jail, or even for her death.

After spending a few days in the hospital, I returned home and took advantage of the days off to address issues related to my insurance and the repair of my car, which were surprisingly efficiently handled by the insurance company.

When I went back to work, I continued at a steady pace, consistently working overtime. It had been two or maybe three months since the accident when I received a letter from the court informing me that the woman who caused the accident, a teacher named Sofia Santos was going to be tried for vehicular manslaughter, and I had been summoned as a witness.

I talked to my lawyer friend and fellow archer who explained that I didn't need a lawyer, just to appear as a witness. On the appointed day, I went to the Justice campus, entered, and asked the security guard where the courtroom was. He directed me to room 301. Upon entering, I saw Sofia again, now in the defendant's seat, accompanied by a gray-haired lawyer.

Besides me, there were other witnesses, including the police officers. In the spectator's gallery were many of Sofia's students and colleagues, while at the back, standing apart, was Luis Silveira's mother, dressed in black and accompanied by a man in a suit, presumably another lawyer.

The judge a man in his sixties, with curly white hair entered the room, and we all stood up.

The prosecutor was a young man, probably a recently graduated lawyer. He stood up from his chair, pushed the black toga aside, and began to read the accusatory libel.

\"Your Honour, Ladies and Gentlemen,

Today we have before us the defendant, Sofia Daniel dos Santos, whom I accuse, on behalf of the Portuguese people, of the following crimes: driving under the influence of alcohol, failure to assist, and negligent homicide. For these crimes, which I will prove before you, I will ask the Court to apply the law with the greatest severity, so that the sentence may serve as both a deterrent and an example.\" He was a bit too stiff and pompous, as all recent graduates tend to be to hide their insecurities.

\"How does the defendant plead?\" The judge asked Sofia. I noticed that he was wearing a red bow tie under the black robes it was a funny detail, a personal touch in the austere black attire of the ceremonial outfits.

She rose from her chair, her copper-red hair fell over the white silk blouse her head bowed down, her lawyer did the same an elderly gentleman wearing Hugo Boss a blue suit.

\"My client pleads guilty to all charges but Failure to Assist. We contend that she was in no condition to be of assistance to anyone, we motion to have that charge removed.\" The judge looked in the direction of the prosecution.

\"No objection your honor.\" Said the boy prosecutor.

\"I grant the defense motion, and since the defendant pleaded guilty, the only matter to determine is the sentence. We shall all pause for lunch and reconvene at 15h,\" he banged the gavel.

During lunch at a nearby restaurant, Sofia's lawyer contacted me. \"Good morning, Mr. Miguel,\" he said in a very soft-spoken voice.

\"How can I help you, sir?\" I asked him.

\"João Meireles, lawyer and personal friend of Sofia, I hope you are feeling better and that the accident did not cause any permanent consequences for you. My constituent was very worried and traumatized by the accident.\" He said. I thought to myself \"She has reason to be worried, If I was going to go to prison for up to 25 years, I would be worried and traumatized too.\" But I said nothing and just replied.

\"How can I help you, Counselor?\" I asked him again.

\"My constituent is not a bad person, on the contrary, soon you will hear several testimonies from her colleagues and students, everyone really likes her, she just made a mistake, a tragic event for sure but one that could have happened to anyone.\"

\"It could happen to anyone who drinks and drives,\" I said to him, he ignored my remark and continued.

\"Mr Miguel. I took the liberty of making some inquiries and investigations about you with mutual friends, I ask you to forgive me for the intrusion into your private life but it is part of my job. I know that you are divorced, and you are currently single. The various girlfriends you've had over the years all describe you as a good person, who doesn't have time for anyone else in his life. My proposal to you is very simple, Mr. Miguel, my client would like you to ask for her to be assigned to you as a Legal slave as compensation for your injuries.\" I looked at him astonished at what I was hearing.

\"Are you serious sir?\" I said, but he continued.

\"Mister Mourato, Sofia is a beautiful, intelligent woman with a higher education and a career as a History teacher, from what I researched she has a lot in common with you.\" He continued in his smooth voice.

\"Dr Meireles, what you propose to me is that I effectively marry Sofia, so that she doesn't go to prison for 20 years as she deserves, and I would have a drunk as a wife, who would possibly one day cut my throat while I slept or worse,\" I said to him.

\"I fully understand your reservation, we all saw the video on YouTube, but believe me Sofia is not a drunk, in fact, the accident happened because she was not used to drinking, unfortunately, we already have a destroyed life, poor Luis's, do we need another destroyed life?\"

\"No, we do not need another destroyed life, especially if that life is mine.\" I said,but that did not keep the lawyer from peddling his client to me.

\"Perhaps you still envision slaves as they were during the glorious age of discoveries -- lines of blacks and Moors in chains, transported to coffee and sugar plantations in Brazil or rice fields in Alentejo. Always on the verge of revolt and prone to violence against their rightful owners, burning and destroying private property.\" He was right. It was how I imagined it, all right.

\"And I am wrong to do so, I assume?\" I asked.

\"Yes you are Sir, a Judicial slave is just someone who will serve a sentence of slavery instead of actual imprisonment. Having Sofia as a slave would allow you to have several advantages, for starters, you would have a maid to clean, cook, and take care of your house, then if you wish she could continue to be a teacher and the entire value of her salary would become yours., after taxes and social security contributions have been deducted of course. Any other income she earns will also always be for you, not to mention that she is quite an attractive woman and will certainly be able to give you a lot of pleasure in bed.\" He was a pimp, no wonder what people say about lawyers.

\"What you are proposing to me is that I take all of her income, make her clean my house, cook for me, and then have sex with her. It seems like a great deal for me if not for the part about waking up with my throat cut, and what does your client get in return? My old girlfriends certainly told you that I'm a good man and a decent lover but... \" I could not imagine myself doing the things he was proposing for his client and alleged friend.

\"In reality, this is an excellent proposal for Sofia, if it weren't, I, as her lawyer and friend, would never present it to you. The prison sentence for a crime like the one she committed would always be at least 15 years and a maximum of 25 the equivalent penalty of slavery will be a maximum of 10 years, in addition, your home must be much more comfortable than a prison, the food would also be better than the protein sludge prisoners are fed, and as a slave, despite having limited freedom she can contact more people and she can continue working. Even what you're thinking about her being used as a sexual object would be the same in prison. Don't be fooled, Mr. Miguel, this business is very good for both of you.\" He concluded.

\"I have no doubt that everything will be great at the beginning. She is grateful to me for saving her from prison, she is the perfect slave, the perfect wife, a real Stansford wife, cooking and cleaning even performing her sexual duties eagerly, but then in a few years, your client may grow tired of me. In a fit of rage or desperation, she might consider extreme actions, such as harming me or even taking her own life. As I have told you, it's a risk I neither need nor want.\" I was surprised by his reaction.

\"Ha, ha, ha! Don't have that fear. Have you ever read or heard a story about a slave turning into a murderer? No, you haven't, right? The only case reported by \"Correio Da Manhã\" was about an owner who beat a slave and ended up sentenced to 16 years in prison. Science has put an end to the times when slaves could revolt. Spartacus is just a distant past. Apart from TV shows, we won't be seeing any slave rebellions soon.\" His confidence was absolute.

\"What do you mean?\" I inquired, curious.

\"Have you ever seen a slave up close? I can presume you haven't; if you had, you would have noticed that, beyond the collar, slaves have an implant that inhibits them from any violence. Are you familiar with the laws of robotics?\" He asked.

\"Yes, I am familiar with Isaac Asimov's Laws of Robotics.\" He had pried into my life so he ought to know I liked Sci-Fi.

\"Isaac Asimov's Laws of Robotics can be summarized in one sentence: A robot must protect humans, obey their orders, and preserve its own existence, following this priority order. Did you know that the word \"robot\" means \"slave\" in Czech? Thanks to science, human slaves now follow the same laws as their counterparts in science fiction.\"

I was intrigued. Dr. Meireles said goodbye with a sincere handshake. \"Think about it, Sir. You have until the reading of the sentence to decide.\"

Before returning to the courtroom, I called my lawyer and asked her what she thought about her colleague's proposal, and whether it was a good idea to accept Sofia as a slave.

\"Miguel, of course, it's a good idea. You hit the jackpot; at least during the sentence period, you will have a woman who puts up with you and your bad temper. And do you have any idea of the money she can make for you? Do the math; all her income becomes yours, but it doesn't count toward your IRS, that's hers. We're talking about around €30,000 per year, plus the money you save on a housekeeper and girlfriends.\" She was really excited for me.

\"I don't have a bad temper,\" I grumbled, but in light of this advice, I decided to accept Dr. Meireles's proposal and have Sofia as my Judicial slave.

The court session resumed its proceedings. First, Dr. Meireles called Sofia's colleagues and friends. They all unanimously portrayed her as a reserved woman, a good friend, a professional, and a responsible woman. Someone who made a mistake on a bad day and that she posed no real danger to society. They argued that punishing someone like Sofia would bring no gain to society.

Afterward came Luis Silveira's mother, Mrs. Constança Maria de Albuquerque e Silveira. She was the embodiment of pain and the desire for revenge. The look she cast in Sofia's direction spoke more than a thousand words. \"My... boy was such a sweet child, he loved life, always surrounded by friends, always the top of his class both in school, at the University... And that SLUT murdered him, not even capable of asking for help... DRUNKEN MURDERER.\" The judge had to ask Mrs. Constança to calm down and remember that she was in a courtroom.

\"I apologize your honor, but a mother cannot contain herself in the presence of such a vile and despicable creature. I ask Your Honor to sentence her to the maximum penalty and spare me the sorrow of possibly ever crossing paths with the creature that stole my boy's life one day. Many times I would have preferred to be the victim of this murderer, but it was my Luis.\" The woman's pain moved everyone in the courtroom.

After a pause of about 20 minutes, the judge returned to the room and ordered Sofia to stand for the reading of the sentence. Sofia was impeccably dressed in a white silk blouse and a dark blue skirt. Her copper-red hair would exude confidence and pride in any other setting, but there, in front of the judge, her legs trembled, and it was her lawyer who gave her a helping hand to rise.

\"Sofia Daniel dos Santos, this court considers that the crimes you committed were not the result of malice or an intention to cause harm. It has been demonstrated that you are an honest and hardworking citizen, and therefore, this court does not see any benefit to society in imposing a prison sentence upon you. However, it would neither be fair nor set a good precedent for this court to impose a suspended sentence or a simple penalty of corporal punishment...\" Sofia breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she would not be going to prison.

\"... It is this court's decision to sentence you to seven years of Judicial slavery and a lifelong ban on driving any kind of vehicle...\" It could be worse, Sofia thought.

\"...You are also sentenced to 500 lashes. This last part of the sentence will be at the discretion of the future owner, who will allocate the lashes as he or she sees fit either in a single or in multiple sessions, with the only requirement being the presence of a court-appointed witness.\" Upon hearing about the 500 lashes, Sofia almost fainted.

\"We will now proceed with the enslavement procedure, all minors present in the courtroom must leave at this moment; everyone else may stay if they wish.\" All of Sofia's students, as well as some of her colleagues and friends, left the room.

After everyone who wished had exited the courtroom. The Judge addressed the bailiff.

\"Bailiff, please remove the slave's clothes.\" He said in a grave tone.

The bailiff firmly led Sofia to the center of the courtroom. Dr. Meireles accompanied Sofia and whispered to her, \"You have to be strong. We knew this could happen. I'm here by your side. Let the bailiff do his job, and you'll see that everything will be fine.\" I could only imagine the pain and humiliation that she must have been feeling.

The bailiff, with an exaggeratedly loud and authoritative voice, shouted. \"SLAVE, ARMS BEHIND YOUR HEAD; EYES ON THE GROUND.\"

Then he began unbuttoning each button of her blouse and removed it, taking care to hand it to Dr. Meireles. The bailiff showed no emotion; Sofia's beauty or her tear-covered eyes seemed indifferent to him. He removed Sofia's bra and only reacted when she tried to cover herself with her arms. \"ARMS BEHIND YOUR HEAD,\" no threat was needed; the bailiff's voice and Dr. Meireles' gaze made Sofia obey immediately.

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