Justice Serves (closed for Twilight10)

Boston was a dream come true for Ally Creel, she had come from a small Midwestern city where her parents were upper middle class; they had paid for a private high school, a private college, and finally Harvard law school. She had excelled in all of her endeavors and now was, at 35, the youngest female criminal judge in one of the most interesting cities in the US. She loved everything about Boston; the culture, the people, the history; and she felt that she belonged here.

Ally had been elected into the position six months ago. She had worked her tail off as an Assistant District Attorney ever since she had graduated college, and it had finally paid off. Her success at prosecuting several high profile and complex cases, had caught the attention of the population, and she had been elected into office.

It had also led her to meet Janet Miles. Janet was a litigator in on of the most successful law firms in the city. They had operated in legal circles for years, but the night she was elected was the night Janet had taken her to bed. Ally had had several bisexual flings over the years, but she had never seriously dated anyone of either sex. She was surprised how quickly she had fallen in love with Janet, and while the affair would end her career she couldn’t get enough. They had kept everything quiet and private, and so far things were going well.

Therefore Ally was surprised when Monday morning she returned from her morning run to find a manila envelope tucked under the morning paper. She was still breathing hard from her morning run, as she stooped to pick up packet. It was light; felt like there were only a couple of documents in it. Frowning, she unlocked the door to her house, and stepped in. She tossed the paper and envelope on the table and went to take a shower.

She returned to the kitchen thirty minutes later, her D&G business suit hugging her lithe toned body, and started thumbing through the Boston Tribune, a cup of chai steaming on the table. She scanned quickly through the paper, and smiled as she saw a picture of herself on the front page.

This was an important day for her. It was the beginning of a case against Ivan Andropov, a reputed leader of a criminal enterprise that controlled most of the prostitution and drug distribution in South Boston. Now he was up on a minor felony charge, but at least it was a start. She was looking forward to presiding over this high profile case.

Reading the article, she again glanced at the envelope under the pages of newsprint. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she slid a perfectly manicured thumbnail under the tab, and opened the packet. Drawing out the document in the envelope – it appeared it was a piece of photographic paper, it was face down with a number printed on the back side. The number was a Boston area code, and looked like a phone number.

Ally started to take a drink of her tea as she flipped the photograph over. She almost dropped her tea as she saw what the photo contained. It was a high res still of her and Janet in flagrante. She was on her hands and knees on what looked like her own bed, her bottom up in the air while Janet was positioned behind her fucking her with a strap on.
The picture was crystal clear, her short black hair was mussed, and she saw herself staring almost right at the camera, her blue eyes half closed with pleasure. Her stomach felt like it was dropping and she started to breath heavily.

She ran to her bedroom, the picture still in hand. She recognized the event, knew it was from this weekend, as she had seen the white garter belt and stockings she was still wearing. She had been facing full size mirror that she kept opposite of her bed, as she liked to see Janet while she screwed her.

Examining the mirror, she saw a small section of the wall had been tampered with, and she pried it aside, finding a small remote control video camera fixed to a stud in the wall. ‘How did this get here,’ she thought. The only people she had let in her house was the internet service men a couple of weeks ago when her service had been screwed up. Regardless it was here, and had apparently captured her getting reamed by her girlfriend.

‘Who could want this?’ she asked herself. Of course there were a ton of people who would want to blackmail a judge. It could be the Russian mob, someone she had prosecuted in the past, or maybe just some sick freak who wanted her for himself. She knew she couldn’t go to the police with the photo, her career would be over.

Shaking she sat down on the bed, trying to breath. She looked at the picture again, and remembered the phone number on the back. Her hands shaking, she turned the paper over, and reached to pick up the phone by her bed. She dialed the number, and waited for someone on the other end to answer.

Janet

"Jesus fucking christ!"

The big glossy pic of her and Ally Creel lay on the floor. Janet Miles stood at her desk, looking down at it.

"Mother fuck!"

Her mind was reeling. Who? Who? Who?

"God, I hate this town!" Janet thought, "Mama warned me about trying to keep a secret here. Told me if I wanted to be a bent arrow, go out to Wyoming or Montana where there's loads of wide open spaces."

She picks the pic back up, examines it, thinks, "Look at little miss ally creel there, on her hands and knees, taking it from the rear like a little bitch. So satisfying doing a girl that way. The power position is such a turnon." She recalls Ally's words just before she inserted Little Janet in her, "I'm not really a lesbian. I'm just kind of bi." Janet snorted. Yeah right, not really a lesbian.

Well, shit, what now? Someone wants to get paid. And newly-minted Judge Ally doesn't want a scandal. Janet turns the pic over, sees the phone number. It's Ally's number. Why is it there? Ah yes! It's the blackmailers telling me they know who we are. Bastards!

She presses the intercom. A man's voice, soft and obsequious, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Alex, call Sergeant Blanche Peletier for me. She's in the rolodex."

"Any message, Ma'am?"

"Tell her let's meet for drinks at Centerfolds."

Alex chuckles knowingly. "Yes, Ma'am"

Janet pulls the huge ashtray to the center of the desk, sets the pic in it, takes out a lighter, sets it aflame and watches it burn. At that instant, she wished she had been born with a hunger for cock. Things would have been so much simpler, so much more predictable.

Then the intercom. Alex again. "Sergeant Peletier says 'You're on.' And I have Judge Ally Creel on hold for you."

"Fuck!"

As Ally dialed the number it clicked in her mind. The number written on the back of the photograph was Janet’s number. Before it was picked up, she quickly hit the end button, and sat back on the bed, the picture in her lap. She studied the other woman’s face, and saw the look of satisfaction that the other woman wore. Ally winced as she realized that her relationship with Janet wasn’t just about sex, but about power.

Janets eyes seemed to stare into the mirror, well the photograph. Ally saw the look on Janets face, wasn’t as lustful as Ally had hoped it would be, but was something else, satisfaction? She remember the other woman sliding the plastic cock along her slit, teasing her, then resting the tip of the phallus on her asshole, the pressure against her tight ring both an incredible turn on and something that she feared.

She remembered pleading with Janet, not to fuck her ass. And at t the last moment the woman had relented, instead pushing the toy hard into her. Janet, seemed to be enjoying the rough sex, and from the picture had relished the idea of using her. She looked at her own face and realized that she had liked it as well. A flash of Janet pushing the plastic cock into her ass sent butterflies through her stomach.

Picking up the phone again, she hit the send button, automatically dialing the last number she had called. The call went through and she heard the familiar voice of the District Attorneys switchboard pick up. “Janet Smith please,” she said, her mind switching over autopilot. White noise flooded through the earpiece; then a male voice answered the phone. “District Attorneys office, Alex speaking, how may I direct your call?”


“Janet Smith, please,” Ally responded her eyes still on the picture.

“One moment please, may I ask who is calling,” the voice retorted.

“Ally Creel,” she replied, and then added, “Judge Ally Creel.”

The phone clicked again, and Ally again looked at herself in the mirror by the bed. Who the hell could be doing this too her. What was going to happen to her. If this got out, she would be ruined. No matter how liberal Massachusetts portrayed itself, a sitting judged found with another woman, the ADA no less, would ruin her career.

Ally felt tears well up in her eyes, as she waited for her lover to answer the phone. Her heart pounded as she again looked into Janet’s eyes, the picture staring up at her from where she had laid it on the bed. She seemed to be enjoying cause her discomfort, and she remembered the dildo pushing in, not slowly, but with a certain purpose. Was she falling into the blackmailers hands by calling Janet?

Before she could hang up, Janet’s voice came over the line.

“ADA Janet Smith, how may I help you?” The voice was different, strong and demanding.

“Janet … I just got this picture.” Ally heard her voice catch as she tried to put her words together. She whispered into the phone. “Janet, it was of last night, last night when you fucked me.”

Janet

"Slow down, Ally. You sound out of control. What picture are you talking about?"

"It's a picture of us! You and me! A picture of you fucking me!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, damn it! I'm sure!"

"Calm down, girl. Take a deep breath."

A long silence. Then Janet starts again.

"We're professionals. We're supposed to be able to handle things like this, okay?"

Janet could hear that Ally was struggling mightily to get control of her emotions.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now like the professional I know you are, tell me what you know about this."

The sound of a swallow. Then in a shaky voice, "Someone installed a camera in the wall. I found it. God knows how many pictures they have. My career, Janet! Can you imagine what this - -"

"Shut up! You're going off the deep end which is exactly what these bastards want. They want you reduced to jelly. So they can fuck with you anyway that want, get any amount of money they want, have you perform any service they want. Now just remember, girl. This won't work for them unless our fucking stays a secret."

"I. I don't follow. What do you mean?"

Janet rolls her eyes, thinks, "God, this bitch is stupid. Who did she sleep with to get her judgeship?"

"What I mean is, for them to cash in, it can't become public. The only leverage they have is keeping it a secret and threatening to make it public. Not to mention, their hope of your caving to their threats."

"Yes. Yes. I think I see your point."

"We need a strategy. I have a friend, a police sergeant."

"Oh no, no police!"

"She's very butch. And very discreet. She's on our side. And totally unofficial. Hey, girl, we need a strategy for when these assholes come up for air. Besides, I want you."

"Want me? Oh no! Not now! I couldn't! Not after - -"

"I want you so bad. I want to hear you begging for my girlcock as I prime you with my tongue and fingertips. I want to hear you screaming for more as you explode in pleasure. I want to watch you on your knees licking Little Janet clean after a long deep banging. And I want to hear you moaning my name in your sleep. 10pm tomorrow night. Come in the back way at Centerfolds. There'll be a cop near the entrance. Tell her you're with the Mandy group. She'll take you to us.

"Mandy?"

"Jesus! It's a name I just made up! Be there!"

Janet slams the phone down, thinks, "What did I ever see in that cunt?"

Ally snapped the phone shut, the conversation with Janet hadn’t gone anywhere near the way she thought it would. Janet was different than the other women she had dated. The woman was definitely much more secure in her sexuality than Ally believed that she was. Stifling a sniff, she sat and thought about the situation.

What Janet had said was true; the blackmailer only had the power while the truth stayed a secret. The more worrisome thing was what did the person who photographed them want. ‘And speaking what want,’ she thought, ‘how did Janet turn the conversation into an expression of her desire to fuck me.’

No matter how she tried to rationalize with herself, Ally knew that she would be at Centerfolds tomorrow night at ten. She looked down at the picture again, her own face contorted in pleasure, Janet’s beautiful face contorted with something else. It sent shivers down her spine and she felt herself begin to grow wet between her legs.

Leaning back on the bed, she slowly slid her hand under her dress and into her panties. Again, she looked at the picture, and slowly started to slide her index finger along her wet lips. Just as she hooked her finger, and started to push it into her wet pussy, a thought went through her head. Startled she sat up, and looked around the bedroom. She knew about the camera by the mirror, but was it the only one? Deciding that maybe Janet’s dyke police friend could check out the room, she reached for her phone again, and typed a short text.

“Janet, could you please have your friend, the one in the PD please check my apartment for any other cameras or mics? Have her come by after work please, and I’ll let her in.”

Rising from the bed, she placed the picture back in the envelope, careful not to touch it with the wet fingers on her right hand. Then looking around the room again, she placed the envelope in the top drawer of her dresser. She slid into a pair of pumps and left the house for the office. As she locked the door to her apartment, she made a mental note to call a locksmith and have her locks changed.

She arrived at the district court a bit late. She knew she had a few preliminary cases on the docket, and hurried to her chambers to don her robes. As she entered the office, she instantly spied a pile of mail on the corner of her desk. Her new admin had been spot on, unlike the first assistant she had had; unfortunately, she had had to let the woman go within weeks of moving into the office. Hurriedly, she glanced through the envelopes and packages, all of this had to be interoffice since she knew the mail hadn’t arrived yet. She saw no evidence of another package from the photographer and breathed a sigh of relief.

The morning had gone by fast, even though court was brought to order thirty minutes late, she cleared her docked efficiently. The afternoon was scheduled light, due to the appearance of alleged crime lord Ivan Andropov. The thought of the man in her court, put a small twinge of fear in her. The judge who had previously occupied her chambers had presided over the trial of one of Ivan’s top henchmen last year. He had been killed in a car accident a few short weeks after the mobster had been convicted of murder; there had been no ties to the accident and any foul play, but it had played heavily on her mind, since she had seen the case appear on her docket.

As she sat in her chambers over the lunch hour, she again looked on the corner of her desk for the tale tell manila envelope. The corner was empty, and again she breathed a sigh of relief as she removed the heavy robes and hung them on a hanger in the closet. As she used the small restroom in her office, her mind went back to Janet.

She remembered first meeting the woman; she had worked in a smaller law firm, which handled very exclusive criminal cases. She had met the blond at a meeting where her firm’s expertise had been sought when a congressman’s son had allegedly killed his girlfriend. Janet’s firm was the congressman’s stable of lawyers, and they had sought out her boss Albert Simmons to help with the defense. ‘Strange,’ she mused, ‘Albert Simmons would probably have been Ivan Andropov’s defense attorney, if the man hadn’t died of a coronary a year ago.’

She and Janet had met each other socially over the next few years, the woman had always been pleasant to her, and for some reason Ally had grown infatuated with her. When she had run for the judgeship, Janet had all but championed her cause. Then finally, the night she had been elected, they had been sitting in Ally’s home office, drinking wine in celebration. She remembered Janet’s direct remark, as the blond stared her in the eye, the wine flushing her cheeks. “Ally, I want to take you to bed and fuck you.” She thought she was in heaven; the job she wanted, the girl she wanted, it couldn’t get any better.

The first months had been wonderful; Janet had led her into pleasures she hadn’t experienced before. But, now, as she reflected back, she began to see the pattern that Janet had established. As they had been together, Janet’s visits had been more sporadic; she often cancelled their dates, or showed up late, after Ally had went to bed, and the sessions had become rougher over the last couple of months. Last night had been by far the most extreme, Janet hadn’t come over in a couple of weeks, putting her off with excuses of work or other matters, and when she rang Ally’s doorbell last night, Ally wanted to just fuck her in the doorway. She realized as she sat on the toilet, that she would have done almost anything the woman had asked her to last night.

She felt a shudder go through her body, and realized that she had been fingering her cunt, as she reminisced about her sexual relationship with the blond lawyer. She saw the picture again, and wished that she had brought it with her. She pushed her fingers deeper into her pussy, spreading her legs on either side of the commode. Biting her lip, she hooped her fingers deeper in her wet cunt, searching the front of her slick tunnel for her spot.

‘Fuck,’ she though, ‘I’m actually sitting in my office, fucking myself while someone is trying to fuck me over.’ She thought quickly about Janet, how she had positioned her in front of the mirror last night. Or was it in front of the camera. Her orgasm subsided briefly, but again she pictured Janet behind her, fucking her with her thick plastic cock.

She felt her body shudder, as she grazed deep inside of herself. She heard her juices splash into the commode with a soft tinkle as she came, and she bit her lip to suppress her moan. When the waves of pleasure finished, she sat again on the toilet, her body slumping. Tears filled her eyes, as she hoped that it wasn’t Janet who was doing this to her. Why would she, she already had Judge Ally Creel in her pocket, as was evident at the last case she had tried in front of Ally.

Ally finally rose from the commode. Pulling up her panties, she dried her eyes on a piece of paper. She washed her hands, trying to regain her composure, as she realized that she had been in bathroom for over half an hour. She only had fifteen minutes before she needed to be seated for the indictment of Ivan Andropov. Redressing in her robes, she checked her BlackBerry for any indication that Janet was going to send the cop she knew over to check her house.

Janet

9pm at Centerfolds

Janet, in her fucking clothes, follows the naked girl past the velvet rope into the club's "private section." The girl clicks to a halt, executes an erotic half-curtsy as she indicates the curtained booth to the left. Janet takes out a c-note, stuffs it in the shiny steel ring-shaped buckle encircling the girl's shaven sex. The girl lowers her eyes, blushes. Janet recalls how she once wondered aloud what school hookers go to to learn the art of blushing.

She parts the curtain, smiles at Blanche. Blanche in her trademark leather one-piece getup, her cowboy hat and her cigarette. She raises a glass of Maker's Mark, "Sit down, Janet. I ordered up a sweet little blonde fatty for us. Should be along any minute."

Janet sits. Blanche draws close, her boozy breath spewing alcohol fumes, "Listen, sorry I couldn't make it to your friend's house. Had a stakeout and a drive-by shooting. I'll make it up to you. When she gets here, I'll set up an appointment. Who is she anyway? What's the big deal?"

"She's a judge and she's got a problem.."

Blanche suddenly gets very serious, "A judge." She lets out a low whistle, takes a drag on her Marlboro. "Never did a CSI in a judge's house. Who is she?"

"Ally Creel."

Janet thought she saw a strange look cross Blanche's face. Then the look disappeared behind that butchy mask Blanche wears like a badge. The curtain parts. The girl is back, leading a big-titted, high-heeled blonde fireplug on a leash. She smiles, "This is Bambi." She hands a set of keys on a ring to Blanche. Blanche stuffs more currency in her cunt buckle. Janet thinks, "What an easy job. I should have been a hooker."

Janet watches as Blanche pulls the girl down to her knees. She grips her by her ballgag strap, her face so close their noses touch. She squeezes her tit hard. The girl flinches. Blanche in her cop interrogator's voice, "Now listen, girl, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Me and my friend here are gonna have some fun with you. Some of it's gonna tickle, some of it's gonna hurt, some of it's gonna do both. If you have a problem with that, too fucking bad."

Janet watches as Blanche unlocks the girl's gag. She knows what comes next. Blanche will have the girl undress them both with her teeth. Blanche points the girl to Janet, smacking her on the tush. The girl, chains and cuffs jingling, hobbles/crawls over to Janet, starts undressing her. Blanche refills her glass and watches the girl, licking her lips and grinning.

Janet sips her drink, as she feels her panties sliding down to her ankles. She thinks about Ally, who's on her way to meet them at that very moment.

Flashback/Dream --

In Janet's home in the South End. Subdued lighting. The drawing room. Ally naked, tied spreadeagle, faceup, on the pool table. She sucks on a hand-held penis-shaped vibe.

Janet, in red latex 4-inch thigh-high stockings and red latex shoulder gloves, stands over her. She presses ice to Ally's nipples. Then she drips melted candle wax on her cold breasts. Ally closes her eyes tight, sucks hard on the fake dick. Janet ices her navel, then drips wax on her tummy, letting the navel fill up like a little reservoir. Ally whimpers. Janet ices Ally's pussy, opening her, icing her inside. Ally shakes her head, knowing what's coming next, just as the droplets of wax land on her lips. Ally struggles. Janet strokes Ally's head, a cruel smile on her lips. Janet takes the vibe from her mouth, plunges it deep inside her sex. Ally screams as Janet switches it to high, spins it, swirls it, holds it against her g-spot. Ally's screams get louder and she flails about on the table, fighting the ropes, crying, weeping, begging, losing control of her bladder.

Flashback ends --

A piece of ice hits Janet on the nose. She snaps out of her daydream, sees herself suddenly naked, looks up as Blanche, also naked, tosses another piece of ice at her. She sees that Blanche has fat little Bambi on a low bench on all fours, the girl's lips tight against her crotch. She grips a hank of Bambi's hair, guiding her lips and tongue.

"Hey girl, grab the strapon and ream her. I know how you like doing them up the ass. She's all greased and ready and waiting to be split in two"

The curtains part. The Girl with the buckle again. "Miss Creel called. She'll be here in ten minutes." She disappears.

Blanche jerks Bambi's head up away from her sex, girlie goo covering her lips. Blanche has that odd expression again, "This Creel chick. What's she like?"

Ally sat in the cab, the exterior was dingy, only a small neon sign proclaiming Centerfolds indicated it’s existence. She glanced up, following the brick façade of the old warehouse, and glanced back at the driver. He was Middle Eastern, and had a sly grin on his ruddy bearded face. It was obvious he knew what the club was, and took delight in know he had delivered this haughty bitch to it.

She pushed her sunglasses back on her face, as she checked her watch. It was ten o’clock and she didn’t want to disappoint Janet. While the idea of the club terrified her, as if she wasn’t in enough trouble with the blackmailer, being caught in this building would end her career just as fast as the release of the pictures. Again, she briefly wondered if it had been Janet who had sent her the photograph, but she dismissed it, Janet already had enough dirt on her to discredit her without needing to expose her own role.

She stepped out of the cab, the sidewalk ahead was broken in places, and she sidestepped a large puddle, which the cab driver had had the audacity to park in front of. She turned and handed a hundred dollar bill to the driver, with a low “keep the change” coming from her lips. She turned and wrapped her coat tighter around her, the scarf and the sunglasses hopefully disguising her appearance, as she wove through the cars parked at the curb.

She was front page news now, the toll of the last day and a half weighing down on her. She had made her mark, censuring Andropov’s attorney only moments as he started down an obviously misleading path at the indictment. She had emerged yesterday afternoon to a barrage of reporters, television anchors, and tabloid journalists, all wanting her to break her ethical oath and discuss the case. At home she had tried repeatedly to contact Janet, but the woman did not return her calls or texts. The day had gone similar with the exception of the Andropov’s cowed defense attorney.

After work, she had set in her apartment, her mind on Janet, and the evening ahead. She had to see the woman; wanted to touch her and taste her, but the idea of the club terrified her. Their relationship had been secret for months, and now it seemed that Janet wanted to publicize it. She thought back to what she knew about Centerfolds, a lesbian hangout, which was popular across all social classes. It was the place to hook up. She felt a little better coming out among like minded women than in some of the chic clubs downtown.

So she had donned the lingerie that she knew Janet liked, white stockings, garters, thong and bustier. Over the undergarments, she slid into a midthigh red with white polka dots tank dress. She finished with her red pumps, and looked at her self in the mirror before donning an overcoat, and slipping a red scarf over her dark hair. She had decided to take a taxi, the idea of parking her BMW on the street in that area concerned her. She dropped a text to Janet telling her she was on her way.

Now she stood on the street outside of the club. She could hear the music thumping through the brick walls of the renovated warehouse. It had been years since she had truly been clubbing and a sense of excitement coursed through her. She pictured herself on the dance floor, Janet holding her close as they dirty danced to whatever the DJ was spinning.

She entered the building, and found herself in an ornate foyer. AT the end stood two impeccably dressed bouncers, their arms crossed. She had expected to see a couple of butch dykes for bouncers, but instead both women were fit and dressed in matching black dresses. She recognized one of them as a patrol cop, who had appeared in her court room a couple of months before, the first on the scene of a drug shooting or something like that. The other woman glanced her over indifferently and said, “Twenty buck cover charge babe.”

A pang of fear went through her, but her desire to see Janet pushed her forward. She approached the cop, who looked her up and down, no reaction across her face. “I’m here with the… well… the Mandy group,” she explained nervously. The two bouncers looked at each other, a strange smile emerging on their faces. Ally looked back at the policewoman expectantly.

“We need your cell phone please, and any other devices that could record picture or sound.” The woman stated. Ally cautiously handed over her Blackberry, followed by her coat, and scarf. The cop handed them to the other woman, who disappeared into a nearby door, emerging moments later and handing Ally a slip with a number on it, which she slipped into her purse. The cop motioned her to another door, which they passed through leading to a small freight elevator. Motioning Ally in, the cop said “this way please,” followed by an almost inaudible afterthought, “your honor.”

Ally paled at the recognition from the police officer, but dutifully followed the woman’s directing hand and entered the space. “Press the fourth floor button,” came her guide’s voice from outside of the wood door. Ally pushed the button on the panel, the wooden door dropped, and the elevator slowly began to rise.
The thump of the bass diminished as she rode, and in less than a minute, the elevator stopped and the wooden door slid open. The first thing she noticed was that the music in the large open space was much more subdued than the boisterous club downstairs. Next she saw that the room was more dimly lit, she saw several women, grinding on little tables, while other women sat around in various states of undress. The air smelled of sweat, smoke, liquor and pussy. As Ally scanned the room she saw that there was not one single man among the throng.

A nude girl with a tray of drinks was unobtrusively mingling among the patrons, and as the girl came close, Ally motioned her over. “I’m looking for Mandy,” she stated her eyes drinking in the girls taut body, nude except for the chain around her waist and buttocks, an open ring exposing her shaved and obviously oiled pudendum. “The Mandy group,” she continued, stammering over her words as she saw one of the dancers begin to grind against the face of a customer who had laid back onto the table, the girls moans audible enough to hear.

The waitress flicked her head, as if in invitation, and Ally began to follow her through the throng of women, the elevator door closing behind her. The room had initially looked overwhelming, but Ally counted perhaps ten to twelve customers and maybe three or four dancers, though it looked like the room could hold around a hundred people. The dancers were definitely brasher than any she had seen before, allowing the women who were watching to touch them, lick them, and she even saw one girl getting fingered as she writhed on the little round table, holding onto the brass pole.

The girl parted a curtain that adorned the real wall of the room, and motioned Ally through the opening. As Ally pasted, the girl put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn before entering the curtain. “Lorra,” the girl whispered, giving Ally a sensual smile. Ally felt her cheeks blush as she all but stared at the girl and then she comprehended as the girl finished, “I’m Lorra and I’d love to fuck you ‘til you scream.” The girl then turned, and sauntered off, her bare ass swaying back and forth enticingly, as Ally watched her return to her work.

When Ally turned back and stepped through the opening, she stopped short. In the center of the room was her lover Janet, naked except for a harness and a very wicked looking dildo, glistening with fluid.. Standing next to her was an equally nude, gorgeous, muscular woman, who looked strangely familiar to Ally. However, her focus on the woman was drawn away by the third woman in the room, a chunky blond who was bound on her hands and knees, tears running down her pudgy cheeks, her body shaking. Ally’s eyes went back to Janet, and a flash of something passed through her.

“Janet?” she said her voice full of questions, “What is this place?” She saw the two women look at each other; the third girl just looked up at Ally, her eyes still watering. Ally’s eyes were back on Janet, her eyes drinking in the other woman’s nude body, though she felt her reservations begin to rise.

10:30 pm at Centerfolds

Janet had the now-naked Ally chained to a kneeling bench, and she was ass-fucking her slow and deep. Well, not completely naked. Janet grinned. When Ally arrived, she had her strip down to her heels, stockings and garters. Then she tongued her. She felt Ally's whole body shiver as her tongue pressed into her navel. She let it slide down to her sex and felt Ally explode. She smiled and thought, "The cunt must have been holding it all the way over in the cab."

Janet liked her women down in front, as in head down, ass up, offering their anuses as a kind of worshipful tribute, with heads forward, eyes ahead. She hated face-to-face. She hated looking them in the eye as she lied to them. She quickened the thrusts of the strapon, now working it side-to-side, stretching Ally's anus. She leaned down, a gentle hand on Ally's shoulder, a soft whisper.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Ally lied, "No. No. Not at all, darling."

Janet smiled, thought, "I like her in pain. A sign of respect, the only sign of respect."

Janet closed her eyes and enjoyed being in the moment. Yet something bothered her. Something about that very instant when Ally entered through the curtain. Was there some nuance of recognition between Ally and Blanche? Some silent coded message passing between them? A certain look, a nod, a je ne sais quoi? A door that opened and quickly slammed shut? What was it? Or maybe Janet was jumping to conclusions. Maybe it was nothing more than Ally's being blinded by the light of Blanche's young hard dyke body. Well, no matter. Whatever it was, if there was something, it would come out in the wash. And in any event, it wouldn't be anything of importance. After all, Judge Ally's not really a lesbian. She's just in it for the kink, right?

Janet slammed Little Janet deep and hard and fast into her. She grinned as Ally screamed.

Janet opened her eyes, looked over at Blanche, standing over Bambi with a rattan switch as the little fatty puked her guts out over the edge of the table onto the floor. Poor little bitch. Looking at her, Janet thanked her lucky stars she wasn't a hooker.

She nodded at Blanche. It was a nod that said, "Time to send little Bambi away and get down to business, girl."

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Ally bit her lip as Janet continued to manipulate the dildo, her “Little Janet” in and out of her ass. Janet had always teased her here before, but had stopped prior to penetration when Ally had protested. This time her protests had fallen on deaf ears, as Janet had let her over to the bench and subtly applied the restraints to her wrists. Her lover’s touch had been soft, sensual and she had felt her inhibitions about being in front of the two strangers slip away as Janet had used her tongue, her lips, and her hands on her body.

Janet’s hands had caressed her body, and gently touched her anus with the cold slick feel of the lubrication. “No,” she said, “please Janet, not my ass.” She heard nothing from the woman behind her, just a gentle caress of her sensitive clit, as she felt Janet’s lips kiss against her lower back. She relaxed, her eyes again glancing up to meet those of the other woman in the room; who was watching the interaction between her and Janet, while idly flicking a long thin rod against the chubby blonds ass. Again, a spark of recognition went through her mind, and she continued to try to place the woman’s face. As she watched the woman, whose own eyes had now met hers, she felt Janet manipulate “Little Janet” along the slickness of her slit.

The woman’s eyes narrowed, as Ally felt the dildo slide across her entrance. Preparing her self, she felt Janet again caress her body, her lover’s hand sliding along her stomach. Ally waited, her breath caught, but instead of the push of the dildo into her vagina, she felt it probe against her anus and before she could protest, Janet had pushed it past her resisting ring and into her.

“Janet,” she screamed, but the woman continued to push the plastic cock into her yielding ass. “Please Janet … No… Please” She heard herself wailing, but was cognizant of another sound over her yelps. Opening her eyes she saw that the other woman was no longer idly striking the chunky girl across from her, but was now flicking the switch with much more force; the look that met Ally’s eyes was no longer amused but now had a flicker of something else behind it.

Ally had stopped protesting as she watched the other two women in the room. The one, tall and beautiful controlling the switch, but seeming to be unaware of her actions as she gazed on Ally; the other woman, stocky and blond, whimpering as the cane struck her. Ally was aware that Janet was now pushing harder into her, her asshole burning as the dildo stretched her. She felt tears on her face, but stifled down a sob as the woman she thought loved her violated her in front of this stranger.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Janet’s sexy voice whispered in her ear, her hand softly caressing Ally’s shoulder. Even through the pain and under the attentive eyes of the other woman watching her violation Janet’s touch felt soothing.
"No. No. Not at all, darling." Ally replied, now knowing she would endure more for a single caress from her lover. Janet leaned back and withdrew the dildo more than halfway before pushing in again, harder this time. Ally moaned and stifled another cry, again her eyes on the woman across from her.

The blond was in tears now, not even trying to hide it as the cane came down harder and harder on her back and buttocks. The other woman still was fixated on Ally’s own violation; her eyes didn’t flick to her charge as she continued to administer the blows. Ally wondered if Janet was watching the scene across from them with the same detachment the other woman exhibited; she hoped not, she almost looked back wanting to see Janet’s face, to make sure that it was her that her lover was fixated on; but she didn’t, she didn’t want to let Janet know how much she was actually enjoying the rough sex.

The blond was sobbing now, her head turning out of Ally’s vision, but what she could see of the woman’s back and buttocks, large red welts had started to crisscross along her skin. Ally felt Janet fucking her harder, the cock now not only stretching her ass from the girth, but from the direction Janet seemed to be penetrating her at. The thrusts felt harder, penetrated deeper, and Ally felt herself loose control from the pain, the humiliation, but also the pleasure as something ripped through her making her almost involuntarily clench her anus and wrack her body.

She heard herself, still whimpering, but now more loudly. A retching sound came from the other table, as she opened her eyes to watch the fat blonds’ body convulse, the smell of vomit in the air. Again, Ally closed her eyes, willing the stench away from her as she felt Janet slow down a bit, the cock still buried deep inside of her. She felt the thrusting stop, and she opened her eyes again, catching the girl Lorra out of the corner of her eye, as she led another nude woman into the room.

She felt Lorra’s eyes on her, watching her, but the woman said nothing. She and her companion simply cleaned the mess, before unrestraining the blond and helping her from the room. The whole time Janet had remained behind her, the cock firmly planted in her ass. She wished for the woman’s touch, but had yet to receive it. As the two service women helped the blond out of the room, she saw Lorra’s eyes flicker across her body again, a small unreadable smile across the woman’s face. Ally wondered if the woman thought that the next time she was called into the room, it would be to remove her convulsing body. Ally’s own eyes followed the trio until the disappeared behind the curtain.

When the three of them were alone, Ally heard Janet’s voice come from behind her, and she felt a slow rythmn as the woman started to pump her hips, again fucking her with the cock. “So Blanche, please meet my judge. Ally, this is Blanche, the officer I’ve asked to check out your house.”

Ally looked up; she couldn’t believe how nonchalant Janet was about the whole thing. It was like they had been drinking coffee at Starbucks instead of with her secured to this bench, her lover pushing a plastic cock in and out of her ass. She glanced back up at the other woman, her beautiful features, her short styled hair peeking out from under the cowboy hat; then the name clicked, and she let out a soft moan. Not of pleasure but of recognition.

She had met Blanche when she had first moved to the city almost nine years ago. The woman had changed, the face which had once been beautiful, now looked hard, and Ally wondered what had happened to the woman since they had parted ways. She had met Blanche on a tour of the Boston Police Academy, both of them naïve women from cities far from Boston. They had started a friendship, and one night over Chinese, Blanche had tried to push that to the next level.

Ally had balked at the advances, still convinced she could find a Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet; ‘funny now,’ she reflected; and had cut her ties with the woman. The phone calls that Blanche had left had started out as pleas for another chance, then turned to questions for how she could change, and finally angry phone calls in the middle of the night. Ally had considered a restraining order, but then the calls had stopped, and she had had no contact with the woman since.

Now here she was, Ally finding herself even more humiliated, yet more turned on, and Blanche standing over her. Janet had picked up the tempo again, and Ally grimaced each time “Little Janet” penetrated her burning anus. The pain brought her need for a soft touch, but neither woman seemed inclined to soothe her now, Janet still fucking away and Blanche standing over her, a far away look in her eyes the end of the rod making a lazy circle as she absently flicked her wrist.
“Say hello, Judge Ally,” she head Janet instruct; and she complied, her eyes traveling from the end of the rod and then up at Blanche and in almost whisper said, “Hello.”

Midnight - Centerfolds

Ally standing naked on her tiptoes outside the curtain, her ankles chained loosely together, her thumbs cuffed over her head to a gibbet. Five red marks on her upper thighs from Blanche's rattan switch. Covering her head, like a rude, ill-fitting crown, a ceramic chamberpot. Bambi's stinky piss drips off her body. She sobs quietly in her humiliation. From inside the curtain, shrieks of Janet and Blanche fucking wildly.

Suddenly, Lorra close to her ear, whispering, "I would give anything to pee in your mouth. Call me." The smell of magic marker ink. Ally feels Lorra writing on her tummy. "I want you so bad."


2am - Outside Centerfolds

Janet leads her by a chain leash, Ally dressed only in her red pumps and a dog collar locked at the neck. A long limo awaits. Janet opens the door, "Get in."

"Are you taking me home?"

"Get in."

Janet has Ally kneel on the floor. Ally can think of nothing but the pain in her anus, the sore spots on her thighs and the smell of piss in her hair. From the half-open window, the scent of salt air.

"This isn't home, Janet."

"Shut up."

The door opens to a dimly-lit, deserted park area overlooking the rocky shore. Janet gets out and forces Ally to her hands and knees.

"You will walk like my puppy, girl."

She jerks the leash, leading Ally across the manicured grass.

"Tell me about Blanche and you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid. I saw something pass between you two."

"No. There's nothing. I swear it."

"Liar."

"The first time I ever saw her was tonight. Swear to God."

"You better be telling the truth, girl."

Janet has her at the edge of the grass, next to a mud puddle. She unclips the leash, "Roll in the mud, puppy."

Ally gasps. WHAKKKKKKKKKK! Ally rolls in the puddle, covering herself with sticky mud.


3am - In the Limo outside Ally's apartment building

Ally sits next to Janet, naked and filthy, her clothes bundled in her arms, her apartment key in her mouth.

"Blanche will be at your apartment at 6pm sharp tonight. You make sure it's strictly business, girl. You got that?"

Ally nods. Dried mud from her hair falls onto the seat.

"You may leave, girl."

A pleading, "don't make me go outside naked" look on Ally's face.

"You go over behind that bush and dress, girl. And when you get inside the house, do something about your breath. It smells like someone's anus. Now get out."

Ally whimpers and gets out. The door clicks shut.

"Bitch!"

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Ally sat on the floor of the shower, the water beating away the mud and filth from her body. She held her face in her hands as she sobbed. The ordeal of the night seemed to be a bad dream, except she still felt every strike from Blanche’s switch and every one of Janet’s unrelenting thrusts. Still it wasn’t the pain or even the humiliation that had her in tears; it was the sounds that she had heard as she hung outside the curtain. The sounds of Janet and Blanche fucking inside the room.

The water had begun to seem cold on her body, and she finally stood. Drawing in her breath she looked down to where the hostess, or whatever she had been, had scrawled her number across her stomach in black magic marker. The water had washed away most of the ink, leaving bits of the woman’s telephone number across her skin. Had she been that degraded that the best thing the woman could tell her was she wanted to piss in her mouth?

Stumbling out of the shower, she reached for the towel which was hanging on a hook to her left. She didn’t use it to dry off, just wrapped the terrycloth around her body and stumbled to the bed, winching at the pain in her body. Falling onto the large bed, she saw that the clock now read 5:30. She had been in the shower for over two hours.

As Ally lay watching the red numbers slowly ascend she felt herself begin to cry again. Suddenly she sat up, realizing again that it wasn’t the humiliation or the pain she was craving. What she really wanted was the soft touch of Janet’s fingers, her lips, her tongue across her body and she would let the woman do anything to her for that reward.

Slowly the numbers restarted at zero as the clock passed 6:00.

Ally woke with a start. She had shifted sometime in her sleep and now lay nude in her bed, the towel now dry beside her. She sat up, and looked at the clock. 4:52 it read, and she almost felt herself vomit. The idea of Blanche coming to her apartment filled her with dread. She thought back to Janet’s words as the limo had pulled up to her apartment. "Blanche will be at your apartment at 6pm sharp tonight. You make sure it's strictly business, girl. You got that?"

She rolled over, finding the floor with her feet. Painfully, she moved back to the shower, and let the water again bead on her body. The fear of letting Blanche into her home, started to take charge, especially when she thought about the look the woman had given her, as she had been bent over on the bench with Janet thrusting in and out of her behind. Slipping out of the shower, this time using the towel to dry her hair, she looked at the clock, 5:18.

Quickly, she dressed; a pair of jeans and a baggy college sweatshirt. Each time she glanced at the clock she felt a small sense of dread. Again Janet’s voice echoed in her head, “You make sure it's strictly business, girl.” Did Janet actually think that she was going to let Blanche fuck her? Not after she had watched the woman strike the blond prostitute they had hired, and especially not after she had felt the sting of the woman’s switch across her own thighs, though she did remember the woman's touch after she had administered the blows and shivered.

She glanced at herself in the mirror as the clock read 5:52. She looked ok, but hopefully not alluring, she didn’t want to give Blanche any indication that she was interested in anything more than a search of her house. She flipped on the TV in the living room, a talking head from one of the news channels going on and on about the economy. She had poured herself a glass of water and was sitting on the sofa, trying not to look to apprehensive, even though her stomach was telling her otherwise. When she next glanced at the clock she saw it was 6:02.

‘Maybe she’s not coming.’ She told herself, a mixture of relief yet fear coursing through her. If the woman didn’t come to check out her apartment, then she could still have other devices in her home, recording her movements. 6:05, she continued to try to look at the television, to process the information that the anchor was spouting on about. Her own picture flashed by as the woman on the screen talked about the Ivan Andropov case; the buildup to Monday’s legal proceedings.

At 6:14 the doorbell rang. Ally almost jumped off the sofa, a state of panic setting in. Again she thought of Blanche and the blond, of Blanche and Janet, and then of the picture she had received. Shakily, she stood and started towards the door. The bell rang again, seeming to be more instant. She had reached the door, and peered quickly through the peephole.

There stood Blanche, the difference in her appearance from last night almost shocked Ally. Instead of the tight slicked back hair she had been sporting the night before, she now had it loose; the almost maniacal look she had had on her face as she repeated struck the helpless Bambi was gone, and now there was a look of almost disinterest. Ally watched her reach for the doorbell again, and the chime sounded through out the apartment. She felt a pang run through her stomach as she remembered how Janet had taken this woman’s hand and led her back behind the curtain.

She saw she had not set the chain the night before, and wondered if she had even locked the door. Slowly she turned the handle, and pulled the door open for the other woman. She quickly glanced up, but avoided Blanche’s eyes as she said. “Please Blanche, please come in.”

Janet

6 pm - Janet's Office

Lorra, in a white lacy high-neck, long-sleeve blouse, black leather mini and black, patent-leather fuck-me pumps sits, legs crossed. She holds a thick, brown envelope. She tosses the envelope to Janet. Janet opens the envelope, slides the pictures out, holds them up and studies them.

"Good work, dear. You can see Officer Peletier's face quite clearly. It's hard to see who she's fucking. Could be anyone. Anyone at all."

"I kept only the pictures that obscured your face, Ma'am."

"And you destroyed the others."

"Of course, Ma'am. I'd be remiss in my duties to have done otherwise."

"And our bargain is, your name will in no way crop up in the proceedings concerning Mister Andropov. You will not be compelled to testify. You will not be named as an accessory in any criminal complaint."

"Thank you, Ma'am. That's a load off my mind."

Janet smiles, stands, presses a button on the intercom.

"No calls, Alex."



In Janet's executive bathroom, fifteen minutes later.

Lorra, her panties at her knees, bent over at the waist, feet apart, hands gripping her ankles, as Janet assfucks her with a strapon deep, fast and hard.

"Such a consummate feeling of power, having a young bitch bent over, taking it up the ass. Thinking about it, reliving it, dreaming about it, will keep me wet for days. When I pull out, girl, you will clean it with your tongue."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And I want you to smile as you swallow. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

On the desk, ten glossy, full-color photos of Police Officer Blanche Peletier fucking an unidentified female in a curtained space on a table at Centerfolds. The familiar Centerfolds logo is clearly seen just above the curtain in the photos.

Sound of a hard slap.

"You don't orgasm until I permit it, girl."

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Blanche

"I've found another one!"

Ally shivered. So far Blanche had found three microphones and four pinhole cameras. Three cameras were in the wall and one in the sugar bowl in the kitchenette. The sugar bowl, for God's sake!

Blanche in the doorway.

"I've got good news and bad news. The bad news is, these cameras are top-of-the-line. That means they take really sharp, clear pictures. The good news is, whoever is doing this, has to come here to get the photos. They're not being transmitted via cable or wireless."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we need to get you out of here. The last time, he had to somehow sneak in here when you were out. The next time he comes, there'll be a surprise waiting."

"But I have court on Monday! I can't just - -"

"Get your things. We'll check you into a hotel. I know a detective agency that can handle this. We'll get this guy. Don't worry."

Ally sighs. She looks up at Blanche.

"I'm very grateful. And I want you to know how sorry I am about what happened between us. I just want you to know that - -"

"Hey, don't worry. It's over. Anyway, I took it out on your tush last night."

Ally forces a laugh. Blanche grins.


Two hours later. In Blanche's car.

The dark streets outside. Blanche driving carefully, the wind gusting up. On the horizon, the lights of the city skyline.

Suddenly, a car swerves in front and slows down. At the same time, a car pulls up alongside. Ally turns, looks back, sees a third car tailgating, with lights on high beam. Just then, Blanche's cell phone rings.

"What's going on, Blanche?"

Blanche motions her to silence as she puts the phone to her ear and listens. After a moment, she switches the phone off.

"These people want us to turn right at the next country road."

"What is this about? Are these the blackmailers?"

"Well, I think very soon we're going to find out."


Two hours later. On a narrow country road.

Blanche takes the phone away from her ear, switches it off, as the three cars speed away.

"They want us to stop here."

"And then what?"

"And then they want you to wait."

"Me?"

Blanche stops the car at the side of the road and turns the engine off. It's pitch black outside.

"They want me to start walking back toward town."

"Walk? Leave me? No! You can't! Can't we just turn around and drive away?"

"They said we're being watched. They have people out there with night vision goggles and high-powered rifles."

Blanche takes out her service revolver, checks to ensure it's loaded, then re-holsters it. She leans over, kisses Ally.

"Take care, Ally."

Blanche gets out, closes the door and vanishes into the night.

Ally sits alone, confused and shaking. The pitch black coupled with the gusty wind serves to heighten the tension. Suddenly, she panics, thinking, "I've got to get out of here." She tries the door. It's LOCKED. She slides into the driver's seat and tries the engine. It WON'T START. She tries the horn. NOTHING.

Just then, a street light on a power pole switches on. Standing at the base of the pole, a six-foot blonde woman, her long hair streaming in the wind. She begins walking toward the car. Her eyes seem to be drilling right through Ally.

Suddenly Ally feels very weak...

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7pm, Lorra's car

The car's engine thrummed as she steadily fed it power, the bumps of the road the only other noise in the car. Lorra didn't need music, her mind was full of what had just happened.

"Such a consummate feeling of power, having a young bitch bent over, taking it up the ass. Thinking about it, reliving it, dreaming about it, will keep me wet for days. When I pull out, girl, you will clean it with your tongue."

She shivered. The taste of lube and her own shit mixed together was on her tongue, all over her mouth. It smelled terrible she was sure and the taste...it'd be weeks before she forgot it. Although by then, Miss Janet may likely have had her eat it again.

She squirmed in her seat at that thought. She needed Miss Janet and her protection and she'd do anything for it. God, the woman was insatiable, so demanding, so powerful, and she knew it.

It was good that she was going to work at Centerfolds tonight. Just thinking about what had been done to her, what Miss Janet would do, made her wet.

8pm, Centerfolds dressing room

Lorra grunted softly and pulled harder before the latex gave and moved up to snug about her hips. Her bare breasts displayed hard nipples before she slipped her shoulders and arms back into the sleeves and pulled the catsuit fully onto her.

Tonight. Miss Janet was going to get more on the officer and the judge. Ohhh, the judge. God. Lorra wanted to fuck her so much. What she'd seen the other night had been incredible. And Miss Janet had said that she might need Lorra's help.

Her hard nipples showed through the latex as she zipped the suit up. She ran her hands down her body as she looked at herself in one of the dressing room's many mirrors.

9pm, Centerfolds

"Dirty slut," growled a thickly slurred voice over the wet, squishy sounds of sex. The woman was broad and stout, her large breasts bouncing as she moved. She smelled like beer and unwashed mud brown hair, even through the stink of sex that hung heavily in the air.

Lorra was on all fours, her face buried in the crotch of another heavyset sandy blond woman, her fingers buried in Lorra's hair and yanking hard, mashing the girl's sweet face into her hairy cunt. Beer cans and drink glasses covered their table, some having rolled onto the floor, at least one having been emptied on Lorra herself.

The brunette was pumping a massive strap-on in and out of Lorra's stretched little pussy, her pink lips sealed around the shaft as it ravaged her over and over. Her right hand came down with each thrust, first on her right buttock, then the left, both already bright red.

Lorra licked and tongued the pussy of the blond, moaning and crying out into her. Her face was slick with the woman's juices from her previous orgasm, mixed with piss from when the woman had let go immediately after. But she didn't care, hardly noticed.

Miss Janet might need her tonight. She hoped so.

Then she screamed in earnest as the brunette dyke, with no warning, rammed a black plastic dick into her abused asshole and twisted.

Janet

Janet's bedroom - Midnight

Janet, naked in domme boots, curled up on the bed talking on her cellphone.

"She's a good dog. A very good doggy. Aren't you, doggy?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Glenda, a 20-something 150 pound brunette, her back against headboard, naked, her right wrist cuffed to her right ankle, her left wrist to her left ankle. A crotchrope torments her. On her neck, a dog collar and a leash. The leash lies limp across her DD breasts.

Janet holds the riding crop, its tip pointed at Glenda's tummy. Glenda, her thighs partly open, her cunt red and puffy, keeps a fearful eye on the crop.

"She's a very good doggy. Yes, she is. Hey, doggy, show me your cunt. Come on, doggy, open up wide."

Glenda opens up wide.

"Good doggy. Now, bark, doggy."

A sudden angry look flashes across Glenda's face.

"I said, bark, bitch."

"Woof. Woof."

"She's a shy doggy. Louder!"

Janet points cellphone at Glenda.

"WOOF! WOOF!"

"Here, I'll let you talk to her. Here, doggy, say hi to Mistress Kari."

Janet switches phone to speaker and sets it on bed near Glenda.

"Hi. Hi, Mistress Kari."

Sound of Kari on the speaker, laughing, "Is this for real?"

"Yeah, it's for real. I got a nice plump little doggy here who's all in a big, big bind, Aren't you, doggy? Tell Mistress Kari what you are. Tell her you're ugly and stupid. Say it!"

"I. I'm ugly. I'm stupid."

Kari again, "I can't believe this!"

"Tell her you're fat."

"I'm fat."

Kari's voice on the phone shrieks with laughter.

"Now tell her you're a slut dog."

"I'm a slu. A slut dog.'

"Doggy was planning a little caper. Her scam is robbery. She promises sex but once in the house she lets her boyfriend in and they trash the place and steal everything in sight. But the tables got turned. Some of my friends in the Police Dept were waiting and lo and behold, her boyfriend is in the lockup. And here my little fat doggy is, all naked and tied up with a nice big bow for Miss Janet, aren't you, doggy?'

Silence.

"Aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Darn right. Tables got turned."

The house phone rings.

"Phone call, Kari. Gotta go."

She switches the cell phone off, gives the fat girl's cunt a hard whap with the crop, and leans over to the phone on the night stand.

"Yes?"

Over the phone, a woman's voice, speaking with a Russian accent.

"We have your friend, the Judge, the one in the photo with you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but - -"

"Just listen. Someone will call you soon. Follow the instructions."

The line goes dead. Janet slams the phone down, her face suddenly twisted into an expression of rage. She slaps the riding crop in the palm of her hand and glares over at Glenda, who cowers and whimpers and struggles with her cuffs...

Bumpity

Centerfolds, 1am

Lorra slumped into a plastic covered chair in the small break room in the back of Centerfolds. She stank of stale beer, urine, and lube. She stretched her glorious young body, nude save for the sticky fluids that had dried, the red marks from her clients' play, and her fuck me pumps. Her last clients were away in the taxi called for them, far too drunk to drive, but they had used her hard and rough for hours. Her ass and her pussy ached; both beaten red and both stretched violently.

God, it was terrible, and wonderful.

For a few minutes, she just sat and rested, a cold bottle of water resting against her battered pussy. She removed the cap and ran the neck over her cunt, whimpering softly, and then raising it and taking a long drink.

Suddenly the phone rang. Lorra lifted herself immediately and walked to it; damn it. She was supposed to get a half-hour break tonight. But if someone had asked for her and their money was good...

She picked up the receiver, "Yes?"

"You're in trouble, bitch." The voice was faintly familiar but distorted, barely identifiable as feminine. "I know what you did. And so will they, you stupid cunt, unless you're a very good girl."

She shivered, her eyes wide. God. Oh, God. It couldn't be them? They couldn't have found out about her deal with Miss Janet. "I am good, always. I can be very good for you, if-"

"Good girls don't try to blackmail cops, bitch. Good girls don't set a cop up to take a fall. And good girls aren't cheap, used-up, fucking whores."

Lorra was shaking like a leaf. She gripped a nearby chair to steady herself. She was proud that her voice barely shook. "I want nothing to do with the police; in any way."

"That why you took those pictures, fuckmeat? Don't lie, bitch. I know and I can prove it. And if you don't want the cops, or maybe just one cop, to know, you'll be very good." The voice dropped low, "See you soon, whore."

There was a click and the line went dead. Lorra managed to hang up the phone before her legs gave out and she feel to the floor. The living sex doll let out a hoarse, stifled sob and pulled her limbs in close, rocking herself slowly. Miss Janet would protect her. She had been sure. But not now. Not now. She'd turn Lorra over. She'd have to. And the Russians would hear the police had her. And they'd assume she'd tell them things. And they'd come and she'd die, die horribly, a message. Her murder would be long and torturous and be whispered about for years. "God, God, please, not like that, not like that, not like that, no, no, no, please, save me, save me," she whimpered over and over and over again.

She stumbled across the room to her locker and pulled out her cell phone. It took her a full minute to get her protector's number up and hit the right button. It rang and rang and rang, until, "Ma'am, please, someone called, someone knows." Her voice was trembling up and down, her whole body shaking.

Lorra flinched as if physically struck, "Y-yes, Ma'am. No, don't, please! Someone just called me here and they know that...that I took those pictures of that," she suddenly looked around, eyes fearful. Could someone be listening? "That person. They said they knew why, and had proof."

"Ma'am, what will we do? If they tell anyone, if I'm ar-arrested-" She winced again and nodded, taking deep breaths as she listened. "Yes, Ma'am." Her voice quivered now but only slightly. She wanted to scream. To scream and run away, madly, shrieking her terror to the world. "Yes, Ma'am. I, I will. My regular routine until you call. Yes, Ma'am."

The line beeped and cut off and Lorra cradled the phone to her chest. She let out another choking sob and then breathed deep. Miss Janet would save her. She promised. They had a deal.

Lorra rose to her feet and took a few moments to splash herself down with cold water before walking back out onto the floor. She put on her sultry smile and swung her hips, but her eyes were screaming.

Blanche

1 am - At the Ranch


Ivana stands there grinning, her 6-foot frame filling the bunkhouse doorway .

"She's been put to bed for the night, Miss."

"Good work."

The Russian girl flutters her eyelashes expectantly.

"Is there anything I can do for you. Miss? Any service at all I can perform?"

"No, Ivana. You go get some sleep. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow and I want my favorite girl bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."

"Yes, Miss."

Blanche watches as Ivana walks up to the house, taking those sexy long strides she learned in the Russian Army. Blanche loved her marvelous tolerance for extreme pain. She felt herself squirting a tiny squirt at the thought. She almost ran to the door and called the woman back. But no, not tonight. There was other business.

Blanche flips on a video monitor. On the screen, a naked Ally Creel lies sobbing in a bed of straw in a stall, one ankle shackled to the wall. Blanche grins. She strips down and begins donning a latex domme suit. Time to give Judge Creel her first slut lesson.



2am - In the barn


Ally, loose from her leg-iron, stands naked, shivering on the barn floor, her hands behind her head and her feet apart, her head covered with a leather head bag locked at the neck. She breathes through a little pipe poking through at the mouth of the hood.

Blanche, in latex, her face covered by a mask, touches a coiled whip to Ally's calves. The mask includes a small electronic device that disguises the speaker's voice.

"Heels together, slut."

SMAKKKKKKKKKKKK! OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

"I said, heels together!"

Ally cries through her breathing pipe and presses her heels tight together. Blanche touches the whip to Ally's naked tush.

"Push that ass out."

The whip touches her lower arm.

"Arms at your side, slut. Thumbs turned inward."

The whip at her shoulder.

"Shoulders back."

The whip touches her nipple.

"Push those tits out."

Blanche smiles as she sees Judge Ally Creel trembling.

"Now don't move, slut. Stay perfectly still."

Ally whimpers.


3am - In a bathroom in the house


The area around the toilet is like a movie set. A videocam on a tripod, hot lights and reflector panels in place.

Ally, seated on the toilet, the hood has been removed, her wrists cuffed in front of her, her panties at her ankles, her bra unhooked, her breasts exposed, her feet in 3-inch fire-engine red strappies. She's fighting the urge to cry in shame.

Blanche, still in her Domme latex and mask, kneels at Ally's feet, unlocking her cuffs and leg irons.

"Perfect! We're ready to film you. The camera never lies, you know"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can. And because you're a slut."

"I'm not a slut!"

Blanche stands, takes a clump of Ally's hair in her hand, jerks her head up.

"You came like a whore when that DA assfucked you. Only a slut does that.'

"I did it because I love her!"

"No! You did it because you're a slut."

Ally sobs.

"You're going to do this cute little scene now for me. Judge Creel in her private study, on the toilet, playing with herself, thinking no one is watching. You're going to pee, then masturbate, then cum. Think you can remember the order, Judge?"

"Ye. Yes."

"What are you going to do?"

"Pee, masturbate and. And cum."

"And I want a nice hard solid stream in the center of the bowl. So the microphone can pick it up."

"Sometimes I can't pee."

"All that water you drank. Your bladder should be full, slut."

"But when people watch me..."

"Do you pee when your District Attorney girl friend is nearby?"

"That's. That's personal."

"Do you?!?"

"Yes."

"Then imagine the videocam is Janet Miles and give us a nice hard steady stream. And action!"

Blanche switches the videocam on. We see the the red light.

Ally opens her thighs wide, leans forward. We see her straining. Blanche holds up a sign, "Grunt." Ally starts grunting. Presently, we hear the sound of dripping, then of a trickle, then a modest flow.

Blanche holds up a sign, "Touch your nipples." Ally begins touching her nipples. Sound of a solid stream now. Ally is seen to relax as her piss steadies.

Blanche holds up a sign, "Cup your tits." Ally cups them. She smiles for the first time. Right at the camera. Blanche holds up a sign, "Don't look at the camera. Act natural."



4am - In a bathroom in the house

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Ally, rocking furiously on the toilet, her thighs open. She presses a large vibe to her cunt. The vibe hums. With her free hand, she fingers herself deeply and vigorously. She shudders. She cries. She's building to a climax.

Blanche, standing behind the videocam, holds up a sign, "Louder." Ally starts screaming. She holds up a second sign, "Deeper." Ally fists herself. She holds up a third sign, "Faster." Ally thrashes about crazily on toilet, keening like a bird, shaking and shivering, climaxing, gushing.

Blanche pumps her fist, grinning triumphantly.

"That's a wrap!"

Ally, exhausted, sweaty and sticky, looks up with a strange smile.

Bumpity

Ally watched as the blond approached the car, she was beautiful Ally realized, but her eyes flashed with malice as she approached the car. Again, Ally tried the key, nothing, not a click nor a beep; the dash lights didn’t even flash on. Looking up at the blond woman, Ally felt a twinge of fear pass through her.

The days events had become a blur; how had she come to this, locked in a car in the middle of no where. She had been taken aback when she saw Blanche at her door that evening; not sure what she was expecting, she had been pleasantly surprised to find that Blanche was conservatively dressed, and her demeanor was entirely different from the dominating woman the night before. She had been professional, wanding the different areas of Ally’s apartment with an electronic device.

When Blanche finished explaining how the devices worked, Ally felt compelled to try to explain to Blanche the situation years ago. The other woman shrugged it off, but followed up with the comment. "Anyway, I took it out on your tush last night."

Ally felt her stomach tighten, as she again pictured the humiliation that Blanche and Janet had inflicted on her the night before. Ally laughed, knowing that she sounded strained. The smirk on Blanches face bothered her, but the other woman maintained her professionalism as she escorted her out of the building and into the waiting car outside. Now here she sat, and she could still taste Blanche’s lipstick on her own lips.

Ally watched the blond near the car. It was obvious that she was coming up on the driver’s side of the vehicle, so Ally slid across the console to the passenger seat. As the woman approached, she clicked a small remote, and Ally heard the click of the door lock. She pulled on the handle of the door, but the passenger door refused to open.

She slid over the seat, grasping for the handle to the door behind her. There was none. She leaned over trying to find a handle for the other door, again where the handle should be was a contoured piece of plastic. She again glanced out the window, and saw the blond watching her as she stood by the car door.

Ally again slid back over to the far side of the car, as the blond opened the door. Ally saw she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, open to expose a black leather bustier. The woman’s gaze froze Ally where she was, cowering in the back seat of Blanche’s police car. Her full lips twisted into a smile. “Hello Judge,” Ally heard the woman say in a thick Russian accent, “are you going to just cower over in that corner or are you going to bring your narrow ass over to me.”

Ally shook her head, this couldn’t be happening to her, but she hoped that Blanche had escaped. Had run for help. The blonds gaze narrowed, as she slid into the drivers seat of the car. Without looking at her, the woman continued. “It will be so much easier for you if you just come with me.”

Ally found her voice, “what will?”

The woman ignored her, instead making a show of examining her fingernails. Ally again reached for the door handle, the window lever, anything she could use to get the door open. The woman had turned now, probably alerted by the noise she made as she attempted to escape.

Suddenly the woman reached back, grabbing Ally’s blouse, pulling her towards her. The front of the garment ripped, spilling the buttons across the back seat of the car; the woman was strong, and as Ally tried to catch herself on the back of the seat, she felt herself being pulled over the console. The woman pulled her across the seat, her upper body strength surprising Ally as she was roughly dragged out of the car and onto the ground.

The blond laughed as Ally struggled to pull herself up via the door. The sound was harsh, and Ally felt the woman’s hand again pull on her blouse, pulling her to her feet. “Turn around Judge.” Ally complied, her knees shaking as she felt her blouse pulled over her shoulders and bunching up around her arms. Her breasts were pressed against the inside window of the door as the woman bodily held her in place.

She found herself in a barn. The blond Russian Amazon had positioned her in the middle of the floor, nude except for her brassier and panties. The rest of her clothes lay in a tattered pile, by the barn door where the woman had ripped them from her body. She felt herself shiver in fear as she expected to see one of Andropov’s thugs appear at anytime. Mentally, she hoped Blanche had escaped, hoped that the woman was bringing some help.

She felt the blond grab her hair and hold her head and she heard a whoosh and smelled the odor of damp leather as her head was covered with a hood. Struggling, she found the breathing tube and tried to orient it into her mouth as the cinch was drawn around her neck. She sucked through the straw, the plastic bitter in her mouth. The woman released her and moments later she heard a door slam somewhere in the darkness.

Then she felt something roughly brush against the back of her calves, stiffening she heard an electronic distorted voice. "Heels together, slut." Turning her head to try to see through the mask behind her, she felt an almost debilitating sting against the back of her calves. Screaming into the plastic pipe she heard the voice again, from the other side of her body. "I said, heels together!"

She complied, trying to maintain her balance, and then felt the touch again, against her ass. The voice threw out another command and she complied. She pushed her bottom out, pushed her chest out, pulling her arms back. Everything the voice commanded of her. She knew she was crying, she felt the tears streaming down between her cheeks and the mask. Again the voice commanded, and Ally pushed her elbows against her body, positioning her body as instructed.

The voice came one last time, as Ally struggled to maintain the pose; feeling her body betray her. She couldn’t stop trembling, no matter how hard she tried, the fear of the next invisible jolt of pain, the realization that there might be more people watching her submit to her invisible capturer. "Now don't move, slut. Stay perfectly still."

She couldn’t, she continued to tremble. Then feeling a soft hand caress her breast, thumb across her throbbing nipple, she struggled to maintain her composure. Her clasp on the front of her brassier was opened. As soon her body came to rest, the soft sensual hand caught her nipple between long fingers and twisted. Ally screamed falling to the floor in a fetal position whimpering in pain and humiliation.

Strong rough hands pulled her to her feet, and she half stumbled, half was drug across the room and into the night. She felt the breeze across her body as she was pushed outside and across a rough gravel path. She could barely walk, the pain in her breast combined with the shackles caused her to shuffle and stumble.
She was guided up some wooden steps, three of them infact and across the threshold of a door. She heard it slam behind her as she was again navigated through what had to be a hallway, her body bumping again both walls as the strong arms that held her pushed her against either wall. She was still weeping, the sounds of her cries muffled by the hood. She was sure that this was it. She had read the police reports describing several of Andropov’s alleged murders. Women raped and killed in a horrible ways.

Suddenly she was rotated and her panties were pulled down her thighs and around her ankles. The hand pushed her back firmly, the back of her knees feeling something cold and smooth and she was soon seated on what she felt had to be a commode. The plastic ring of the seat was cold against her naked thighs and bottom; a rush of cool air coming through the hole and across her cunt.
The hood was pulled off of her head and she was blinded by a high intensity light shining in her face. Dazed, she felt again the soft touch on her calf, as a course strap was cinched around each of her ankles. She looked down, but the figure was dark against the intense backdrop of white light. Looking around she watched the blond Russian move past the spotlight and into the dark of an opening on the far wall. She looked down again at the figure between her legs, and felt the shackles free from her ankles. The straps above her ankles were pulled tight opening her up her sex glistening in the light. Ally felt a wave of shame course through her as she realized how splayed open she was.

The figure looked up, a mask disguising the features. Even through the latex outfit Ally could determine that it was a woman; the image of Blanche in her domme garb the night before flashed through her mind, however when the woman stood she was much taller than Blanche. Saucily the figure swaggered back to the spotlight, expanding the beam of light so Ally was completely illuminated. She could now make out the shape of a video camera next to the spotlight. The tears she had shed moments ago highlighted her cheeks in the light.

The mechanical voice came again; Ally could see the figure was speaking into a mic in her hand. "Perfect! We're ready to film you. The camera never lies, you know"

Ally replied, horrified, the pictures that had been taken were bad enough but now she was going to be videotaped, her vagina spread to the eye of the camera. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, hearing a plea in her own voice, still hoping for Blanche and the cavalry to arrive.

"Because I can. And because you're a slut."

The word sent tingles through Ally’s body. Janet often called her that, especially during a particularly rough session of sex. As much as she protested against it, she it turned her on. The mechanical voice took away a bit of the thrill. However, Ally protested her eyes dropping to the floor "I'm not a slut!"

The figure sprung across the space, grabbing her hair and roughly pulled her hair, forcing her head up. "You came like a whore when that DA assfucked you. Only a slut does that.”

‘Oh fuck,’ Ally thought, ‘how did this person know.’ Did someone at the club film her and Janet? Was it someone working for the Andropov’s? She thought back to the previous night. Bambi kneeling across from her, Blanche watching Janet use her with feigned disinterest, the bar girl Lorra wandering in and out of the curtain, or maybe it was someone she hadn’t seen. The police woman downstairs? All of the possibilities flashed through Ally’s mind as she tried to rationalize her behavior to her captor. "I did it because I love her!" she sniffed, the tears beginning to run as she her captor degraded her.

The woman released her hair and stepped back from Ally who looked up as the mechanical voice came to her ears. "You're going to do this cute little scene now for me. Judge Creel in her private study, on the toilet, playing with herself, thinking no one is watching. You're going to pee, then masturbate, then cum. Think you can remember the order, Judge?"

Ally nodded stammering over her affirmation. The woman instructed her to repeat back the orders and she complied. She tried to push off the act, the depravity of the act making her stomach lurch. The woman continued to issue orders in the mechanical voice, but Ally felt her mind reel as she realized what was to come. She focused back in at the mention of Janet, remembering the time her lover had asked her to urinate for her.

Janet had held her up over a mirror with a glass bowl. The woman’s pinky had traced her asshole as she whispered into Ally’s ear. Then she had let her bladder go, and she had glanced over at Janet, who was watching her labia part enough to allow the stream to fill the bowl. Janet’s finger had entered her rear, and she felt herself cum for her lover.

She protested, "That's. That's personal." But the woman continued to press until Ally acknowledged her deed, tears again streaming down her face. The figure turned to face the camera, and for the first time the mechanical voice was silent, instead Ally heard Blanche announce, "Then imagine the videocam is Janet Miles and give us a nice hard steady stream. And action!"

Ally was horrified, was Blanche working for Andropov, was she the blackmailer? No, the woman had been helping her. She thought back to Janet’s instructions that morning; was this a test? Had Janet asked Blanche to do this to determine if Ally was truly her subservient slut?

The recording light of the camera flickered on. Ally thought back to the kiss Blanche had given her in the car, and a flush went through her body. The feel of Blanches long fingers before she had twisted her nipple and been so soothing. She felt herself need the latex clad woman in front of her, and realized she wished to please her too. She felt herself begin to tinkle into the bowl.
As she began to urinate, she watched Blanche, seeking a sign of approval. Instead, she got a sign requesting her to grunt. She leaned forward, a low guttural sound escaping her throat as she tried to direct her steam into the bowl. The next sign read "Touch your nipples" and Ally complied the combined release of her bladder coupled with Blanche’s request had her almost to the point of cumming. Yet she remembered Blanches mantra, she had repeated it only moments before. "Pee, masturbate and. cum."

Ally looked to the side of the camera as her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers dancing over her nipples. She smiled, the humiliation receding as she became a wanton slut for this woman. Releasing her breasts, she reached down between her legs, where the stream was still echoing off the water in the porcelain bowl, and slid a finger through the stream to her soaking sex.

Her bladder was empty, but she continued to slide her finger across the wet flesh of her sex. Her finger found the entrance to her pussy and she inserted it into herself greedily. Her entrance was wet and slick, allowing her finger to penetrate herself with out any resistance. She looked at Blanche again, but the woman stood unmoving next to the video camera. She slid a second finger in with the first, feeling the walls of her pussy stretch to accommodate the digit.

She felt her orgasm building, as she fucked herself with her fingers, a third finger opening her up further. She raised off the seat, to give her hand room to work. Her hips began to move as she slid herself up and down on her own fingers. She began to moan as she worked to bring herself off.

The signs kept coming, and she kept complying. Her moans grew louder and she worked her pinky along side the other three diggings opening her cunt for Blanche. Her ass moved up and down as she impaled herself on her own digits, trying to slide her thumb in to join her fingers. Her own sounds of pleasure sounded strange to her ears, and when she felt her pussy clamp on her own hand, intruding into her body, she almost cried in relief as she came, her body shacking.

She felt her eyes roll back, knowing how far she had fallen only adding to her orgasm. She almost blacked out, but managed to maintain her conscious thought as she felt herself cum on her hand, the fluids from her vagina mixing with her piss in the commode.

She sunk back onto the toilet, her legs still splayed in front of her, her dripping vagina fully exposed to the eye of the camera and Blanche’s masked gaze. Her body still convulsed slightly as she came down from her orgasmic high. Blanches undisguised voice filled her ears, "That's a wrap!"

Ally’s realized then that her career was over. Blanche now had something more debase than the picture of her getting fucked by Janet. She had done all of this to herself, it was her fingers that had invaded her own pussy, she had been the one to blatantly piss for the camera, there was no one else in the video. She felt defeated, yet at the same time yearned for something more. As she lay back against the tank of the toilet, she begged weakly, “please Blanche, please fuck me like the slut that I am.”

Outside Centerfolds, 2am

Lorra stood under a street light outside the club, just as instructed. She had showered inside and changed, wearing a high necked white blouse with lacy ruffles at the neck and wrists, a black mini skirt that went to mid-thigh, and her constant black pumps. Her hair was pulled back and up, held in place with a lacquered chopstick. Her pouty lips were set in an expression of benign sensuality that had become her default look, easily assumed and hiding her feelings well.

Inside, she was far less collected. She wanted to believe in Miss Janet's ability to protect her. And her willingness to. But Miss Janet was not all powerful, and Lorra was sure that she'd sell out a whore like her in a heartbeat if she herself was truly threatened. But she wanted to believe in the confident, dominant woman. It was all that was keeping her together right now.

A long, sleek limousine pulled up to the curb. The driver gave Lorra an appreciative look and licked her lips through the window. Lorra smiled back and walked to the rear door just before it opened. "Get in, girl," Janet ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am." Lorra complied immediately, sliding onto the seat opposite the attorney and closing the door.

Janet looked at her a moment, a smirk playing at her lips. It was nice to have a bitch who knew how to obey. "It's good that you've gotten it back together, girl. I need you to be alert and keep those pretty eyes open tonight, understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." She rapped on the partition between the front of the vehicle and the back. "We're going to meet with these people and settle things. You're along as insurance. With more people there, they won't do anything stupid." Janet leaned forward and ran a hand down Lorra's face, then grabbed the lace at the throat of her blouse and jerked her off the seat and down onto the floor of the limo. "It's a long drive. I wonder how I'll keep from being bored?"

The limo's backseat, 2:30am

Lorra was nude, save for her pumps, on all fours in the limo. Her face was between Janet's bare thighs, her head moving up and down as she licked and suckled and feasted on the powerful lawyer's pussy. "Oh, eat that cunt, you sexy little bitch," Janet groaned.

One hand was wrapped around the bun of Lorra's hair, twisting and yanking painfully on it. The other held a fine chain that glinted silver from the overhead light. It was held taut, the slack wrapped around Janet's fingers, the steel tether going under Lorra's right arm and under her body, the cold steel rubbing against her soft skin, until it ended in the simple but strong clamp currently pinched onto the hooker's clit.

Janet yanked on the chain and Lorra let out a sharp yelp into her cunt. She smiled, bucking her hips harder into the young woman's face, "Useless bitch! Just good for fucking, aren't you? Need saved all the fucking time. Going to own your sweet ass after this one, girl."

Lorra just nodded, continuing to lick eagerly at Janet's sex. She could feel her eyes tearing up as Janet began to pull hard and steady on the chain and she arched her back, trembling. God! God, it hurt, and felt so good! She might cum!

"Don't you dare cum before I do, girl," Janet warned with a vicious grin. She pulled back harder on the chain and she felt the girl cry out into her cunt. This hard-used, filthy, dirty, fuck toy...and Janet had just made her honestly scream. "Fuck! Ohh, fuck, you bitch! Lick it all up!" The thought pushed her over the edge and she let herself howl out her pleasure as she squirted into the slut's face.

She released the chain and lifted a foot to Lorra's shoulder, kicking her away, "Good girl. But all that water, I drank and you licking me...I have to piss." Janet gave Lorra a pointed look, "You look thirsty, slut."

Lorra licked her lips, "Yes, Ma'am. So very thirsty." She knelt low and leaned back, her head against the other seat as Janet moved to crouch over her. She felt the other woman's hands take firm hold of her hair.

"Spill a drop and I'll take the limo's deposit out of your ass." Janet grunted and then cooed, a stream of hot, stinking urine escaped her. It was a trickle at first, but within moments it was a strong, rushing amber stream. "Fuck, yesss, drink it, bitch! Filthy, dirty, nasty tramp!"

Lorra swallowed over and over as Janet's piss flowed into her mouth. It tasted foul and disgusting, her ammonia smell burning her eyes, but she took it, all of it, gulping it down without hesitation, almost with honest thirst. God, she was so hot! So wet down there. She hoped she would be good enough that Miss Janet would let her cum.

Janet snarled and jerked Lorra's head to one side. She let out a surprised squeal as the stream of urine splattered on her face, droplets flying down onto her neck, her tits, into her hair. "Cunt! What did I fucking say about spilling? You know what this means, don't you, girl?"

Lorra shivered, "Yes, Ma'am."


The limo's backseat, 3am

Lorra grunted, her hands scrabbling on the seat back in front of her. Her hair was down, the chopstick shoved into her cunt along with a thick black dildo. She rocked forward over and over, her face mashing against the seat back.

Janet's fingernails dug into her hips, her face in a striking grin of delighted savagery, "Take it, bitch! Feel me fucking reaming your slut ass! My fucking ass from now on, girl, and," she puntuated the each of the next words with a viciously hard thrust of her strap-on, "Don't. You. Fucking. Forget. It!"

Suddenly, both women let out shouts as the car screeched to a stop. They were thrown forward, Lorra screaming as the dildo popped painfully out of her asshole. They rebounded against the seat and tumbled to the floor of the limo, limbs entangled.

They lay there for a few moments, dazed. Janet slowly lifted her head, "What the fuck? I'll have that bitch's license for this!"

Then one of the doors opened and cold night air rushed in and whirled around them both. Then the temperature seemed to plummet as the unmistakable sound of a handgun's slide working cut through their ears. The driver stood there, her uniform accentuating her lush figure, but the eyes of both women were drawn to the pistol trained on them. "Out of the car. Now."

Janet lay there a moment, stunned. "You're fucking kidding me." Lorra rose and moved forward, obediently exiting the car. "You weak bitch! You're just going along with it?"

"She's a smart girl," the driver smirked, "a survivor. Are you?" Her eyes were cold and as they met Janet's the lawyer knew for certain that this woman would feel as much emotion in pulling the trigger as she would swatting a fly. "Last chance. Out."

"Fuck." Janet obeyed, stepping out onto a dirt road. When had they come out here? The landscape around them was dark, the kind of pitch dark that only came in the country, any light from stars or moon largely cut off by the trees on either side of the road.

The driver reached into a pocket and pulled out two sets of handcuffs, "Try to run, fight, even talk back, and it's over." She threw one of the sets to Janet, "Cuff the slut, hands in front of her." The powerful attorney seethed but complied. "Good girl, you might live yet. Now hold out your arms." A few moments later, Janet was similarly cuffed.

The woman with the gun stepped back and gestured, "That way, start walking."

They walked for about five minutes, heading away from the road. The headlights of the limo and the light pouring out of the open back door could be clearly seen, the only illumination in the thick darkness. A massive oak loomed in front of them, it's thick branches spreading out in all directions. One was particularly low. A thick rope was looped about it several times, one end secured around another nearby branch. From the other end hung an object that resembled a large double headed fishing hook. It was metal, steel gleaming dully as it reflected the light from the nearby limo; with a long middle bar that swept out into two upwards curving, round headed hooks. "Guess what this is for," the driver said with a dark chuckle.

The oak, 3:15am

The driver stepped back and looked up. "Have a good night, ladies." She turned and began to walk away, whistling happily.

Janet and Lorra's arms were looped about each other, cuffed anew. They were tied together at the thighs with twine, the rough bond cutting into their luscious flesh. The hooks were sunk deep in their pussies and then the whole thing had been raised, lifting the women up almost off their feet, the high heels that were their only clothing barely touching the grass below. Large plugs had been shoved brutally into their asses; Janet's having been given a parting slap after the driver advised that she learn to tip better.

"I'll get you for this, you bitch!" Janet's spit struck Lorra in the face, the younger girl not even batting an eye, "You'll regret this!" Then she growled at Lorra, "And you, you fucking weakling! You..." She narrowed her eyes as she recognized the faint blush on the woman's cheeks, felt her chest moving faster against her own, "...You fucking slut. You're about to cream from this! Of all times, you stupid fucking whore!"

Janet railed at Lorra for a few more minutes after the limo pulled away and the light vanished, plunging them into blackness. Then she fell silent, trying not to whimper as Lorra's tiny motions of fucking herself on the hook made hers move inside her, determined not to give any of the fuckers behind this the satisfaction.

How long they hung there, neither knew. It may have been ten minutes, an hour, or far more. But there was a sound in the dark forest nearby. And they heard someone, something approaching them...