Paris Hilton: An unusual Sentence

Paris Hilton: An unusual Sentence




Paris Hilton found herself in trouble with the law again. This time, it was decided by everyone involved that sending her to jail or making her pay a fine was pretty much pointless. They wanted to give her a sentence that would really make her think twice before she broke the law again. The judge involved thought things over and he came up with what he felt was a very fitting punishment. He felt that it would be a more effective punishment because it would be a humiliating experience for Paris. Of course, it is pretty hard to embarrass someone who has been videotaped having sex and has then had that video posted around the world and then was viewed by pretty much everyone in the free world. When the whole world has seen you naked and having sex, there is not a whole lot of things that may embarrass you. Be that as it may, the courts wee going to take a shot at it.

Paris now stood in the docket as yet another guilty verdict was pronounced against her. She had expected the verdict, but she was very worried what the punishment would be. She stood and listened as her fate was read out to her. “Paris Hilton, you have been found guilty of all of the charges brought against you. You have repeatedly broke the law and have shown contempt for the justice system. The usual punishments of fines and jail time do not seem appropriate in this case. I feel that I must pass a rather more unconventional punishment on you. Paris Hilton, as punishment for your crimes, you will paraded out in public and you will then be covered in slime and other muck in front of the whole country. That is your sentence. Court is adjourned,” the judge said. Paris did not know weather she should be relieved or horrified. It was surely better than jail, but it was going to be very embarrassing. It did not matter anyway because she did not have any other choice but to comply with what was ordered of her.

Paris was lead out of the court in handcuffs. She wore a low cut, typically expensive dress, as usual. The dress showed off an almost obscene amount of her log, tanned legs. She was lead out of the court house and onto the stairs. Much to her chagrin there were, somehow hundreds of people gathered outside the court house. People must have heard about the verdict on the internet or on the news. She was greeted by jeers and boos as she was lead out onto the court steps by the bailiffs. The people had gathered because they wanted to see this rich, spoiled celebrity punished publicly for her actions. She seemed to not take anything seriously, but now she was going to have to face the consequences of her actions in a very public and very embarrassing manner. She was dragged out to the top of the steps. Two bailiffs held each of her hands by her side. She was handcuffed into place. She pleaded with the bailiffs to please let her go, but was no use. She had no real idea what to expect other then the fact that it was going to be very messy for her.



Members of the public were selected as the ones who would be administering the punishment to Paris Hilton. They all line up in a row. Meanwhile, Paris was kicking her long legs trying to fight back. The guards were much larger and more powerful than she was, however and they had no problem restrained her and chaining her to the columns that flanking the stairs of the court house. By now the media had been alerted and newspaper writers, camera crews and paparazzi had all gathered around trying to get the best shots of what was about to happen to Paris Hilton. She shrieked and screamed,” You can’t do this. Don’t you know who I am? I could buy and sell you all. You’re all just jealous,” she yelled. Of course, this did not exactly yield much sympathy from anyone. It only served to remind them what a spoiled, pampered, self absorbed person she was and why she was there to begin with. It was her own fault. She broke the law and, to be honest, this was a rather mild punishment, considering. She tried to kick her legs, but all that did was give everyone a clear view up her skirt. This was not supposed to happen to rich people. What were all of her friends going to think? How low could she possibly sink?

The judge now walked out and stood in front of Paris. The crowd fell into silence. He held a scroll of paper in his hands. “Paris Hilton, you have been found guilty of all charges past against you. You have been sentenced to a public messing at the hands of your peers. The verdict is final. The alternative would be jail time. Case closed,” he pronounced. He then stepped aside. “Noo!,” Paris moaned. “You can’t do this to me. I promise I will be good,” she begged and made promises like a child. She knew of course that they could do this, as it was a court of law and she was guilty as hell. She tried to struggle, but the truth was, this was way better than the alternative. Jail is not a nice experience, especially for a spoiled rich person who was as attractive as Paris.

Members of the crowd were selected. Half a dozen spectators were brought forward first. They were all given a selection of rotten vegetables. They were given rotten tomatoes and lettuce, cucumbers, eggplant and other assorted rotten vegetables. It was obvious what they were going to be doing with the vegetables, so there was no need for an announcement. So far, Paris was too busy whinging and moaning to notice that they had all lined up in front of her in rows. All of a sudden she turned and caught sight of them out of the corner of her eye. “You guys, please don’t do this,” she pleaded. “No, no no,” she shouted. She screamed her loudest no and lifted her leg as a barrage of rotten produced was hurled in her direction. She closed her eyes and tried her best to shield herself as she was hit all over her body with various rotten vegetables. One by one she was hit by vegetables of all shapes and sizes. I tomato hit her on the shoulder and explodes, sending pulp and seeds everywhere. An eggplant hit off her stomach, bounced and squashed. A rotten cabbage hit her in the face and bounced off, leaving her with a face full of brown, stinking, rotting cabbage complete with juices. People in the crowd wolf whistled at her as it happened. In a few seconds her dress was covered in seeds, pulp and bits of shredded vegetables. She looked like someone had fired a salad shooter at her. Her expensive dress was not holding up well either. The thin straps were already at breaking point. Paris was powerless to do anything but squirm around in place. She frowned and gave a pissed off look to the members of the crowd who had thrown the vegetables at her. Her wrists jingled in the handcuffs. She screamed at the top of her lungs. “I can’t believe this,” she shouted.

Before she could react, the volunteers had been replaced by another group. This time, they all held cream pies. The guard yelled out,” Ready, aim, fire!” In the blink of an eye half a dozen cream pies flew threw the air in the direction of Paris Hilton. She could not escape from there path. She was hit on the waist, then the shoulder, then the face, then on her chest, then on her leg, then in her face again. The thick creamy pies landed on her with smashes. They all then stuck into place on her face and body. The pie plates stuck all over her. She then moved her body and head as best she could, squirming around. This caused the pie plates to fall from her body and face, leaving her covered in a mixtures of brown, white and pink cream. Unfortunately for her, when the pie tins dislodged, they put even more strain on her dress. One of the straps now snapped, leaving the dress holding on by one slim strap on one side. At that moment another pie was thrown through the air, it landed on Paris’ chest, covering her breasts. As it landed on her body, the force from the impact was enough to break the strap of Paris’ dress, the last thing holding it in place. In an instant, the pie hit her, the strap broke and her dress fell to the floor around her ankles. She screamed at the top of her lungs. She was very fortunate that on this day, she happened to actually wear underwear, which she did not always do. Now she was left standing handcuffed in front of hundreds of people covered in creamy pie in only lacy pink bra and panties. She tried to lift her leg to try to cover herself a bit, but there was really no point. Most of the country had seen her wearing much less than this anyway on more than one occasion.

At this point a large pie device from the past was brought out and rolled up to an empty section on the court house stairs. The device that was brought out was the pie cannon. Only it was new and improved. It seemed very fitting it was set up in front of Paris at a reasonable distance away. Some guards lifted the cannon and ensured that it was in the perfect position, so it would hit Paris full on. Two young women were brought forward and were given hold of the triggering mechanism. The crowd was encouraged to countdown. Meanwhile Paris squawked,” No, no, don’t do this!” It did not deter the crowd one little bit. They counted down “3...2...1” The young ladies then pulled the cannon’s trigger. I bang then went off and in an second a barrage of creamy foam flew from the mouth of the cannon straight at Paris. She closed her eyes and lifted her leg. In that instant her entire body, and the wall behind her were covered one hundred percent in the creamy, foamy mess. The coverage was total and uniform. In a second it started to slowly drip from her, but she looked like she had ages twenty years. The crowd laughed at her. Her hair looked grey like an old lady. She twisted and contorted her body in an effort to make some of the messiness fall from it. She shivered, as the cream was very cold and she was stood half naked outside on not the warmest of days. Her body had goose bumps all over it by now.

She wondered what would happen next and how long this would go on for. They couldn’t keep this forever and if she could just get through this she would be free. Next a middle ages man wearing old worn out cloths was brought forward. It was explained to everyone that this was a former employee of the Hilton residence. He had worked for them for several years. He had undergone years of abuse at the hands of Paris. She would always talk down to him and berate him, sometimes publicly. She then fired him one day without explanation. It was time for him to get some revenge for the way he had been treated. Her really deserved this chance for revenge. It would be incredible satisfying, although it was nowhere near as bad as all the things that Paris had put him, and a lot of the other employees who had worked for her through. She had been very spoiled and thought that she was better than other people. On this day, she was going to be brought back down to earth and put into her place. No one doubted now that she deserved all that she was getting and more. She was probably getting off easy if anything. Any sympathy that anyone had for her was now gone. No one was going to feel sorry for her. The man was given a large metal bucket of pig slop. He walked up to Paris. He glared at her. To be honest, she barely even recognized him. She never really paid much attention to the people who worked for her. She didn’t really pay much attention to anyone other than herself. The man then spoke up. “ This is for all of the employees. All of the people you have shouted at and treated like dirt. You are a nasty little girl. You deserve this. All of your employees past and present will be loving this,” he said. “Wait, who are you again?,” she said. He glared at her. He looked very angry now. “Maybe now you will remember me,” he shouted. He took the bucket and swung it at Paris Hilton. The yellow, filthy, smelly, chunky pig slop flew through the air at Paris and landed all over her. Most of it flew into her face. Some hit her in the chest and stomach. It was a sickening creamy yellow colour. It was filled with chunks of god knows what. She screamed as the disgusting, rancid slop poured on her. She was powerless to do anything to resist. The man threw the bucket down and shouted,” You’ve been slopped!”

When he was done, the guards went back into the courthouse for a minute. They returned a second later wheeling out something else. What they brought out was a sort of gunge tank in the form of a gigantic nose. They wheeled it out and brought it into place so the nostrils were directly above Paris Hilton. Again, there was no need for any announcements. It was clear what was about to happen. Paris looked around, because it had been brought out from behind her. She looked to see what was going on. As she looked up, the guards quickly took the opportunity to pull down on the release mechanism. As she looked up, viscous green and yellow gunge fell from the nostrils of the nose down onto her. It fell straight into her face first. She shit her eyes as it hit her. She then moved her head forward. It continued to pour down on her. It poured and poured down onto her platinum blonde hair, colouring it green. It was a moment to remember and one that would appear in newspapers and magazines around the world. Fake snot pouring from a giant nose, gunging Paris Hilton. It slowly poured down her sensuous, long languid body. She was being showered in the snot, so to speak. Her body was thin yet supple. Her skin was soft, smooth and tanned. She was tall and lithe. She stood handcuffed as the slimy gunge poured down the length of her body. It made a path as it went down her. From her neck down her breasts, over her long stomach and abs, down her underwear, over her thigh, on her knee and down her calves. It also poured down her back and rear end. Now all she did was close her eyes and moan. The slime seemed to continue for ages. The nose held quite a bit of it. Eventually, it emptied. She was left there as it dripped down on her. She could not do anything to clean herself, all she could do was let gravity take its court and let the slime make its way all the way down her body. By now there was a huge puddle of slime beneath her. Paris was then ordered by one of the guards to say something. She looked annoyed at first, but did as she was told in the end. She pointed upwards and uttered the words, “That’s Snot” Of course, this was mocking her catchphrase that she had tried very hard to make famous.

The guards then announced that the show was over. The photographers were allowed to take some close up photos. Paris wanted to punch them, but she did not bother to even scream at them, because she knew that it was pointless now. Finally everyone was cleared away. The guards at first pretended that they were going to leave her handcuffed there on the steps. They started to walk away, pretending that she would be left there. Of course, she screamed at them, as they suspected. They then returned to her. They took the keys and uncuffed her. She stretched her arms and legs, which were a bit tired from being cuffed in that position for so long. The guards then walked into the courthouse. Paris tried to follow, but they shut the door in her face and locked it. “What are you doing,” she screamed,” You can’t just leave me out here like this. I don’t even have my phone to call someone to pick me up.” She took her fists and banged on the courthouse door. “Open the, f****** door,” she screamed. She banged and screamed. It was no use though. She was stuck. She was going to have to walk home the way she was. It wasn’t that far, but it was humiliating having to make the walk of shame, covered in mess in her underwear. As she went, she tried to wipe some of the messiness from her body, but there was so much there really was no point. She received quite a number of catcalls and wolf whistles as she went. There were a few offers of lifts but none that she would have been wise in taking. In minutes every media outlet was covering the story. Had she really sunk this low?