ENTRAPMENT - a lesbian story

[janeyruth]

ENTRAPMENT - a lesbian story - MORE LADY WRITERS NEEDED

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. She had excelled in all 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. She felt that she belonged.

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

It had also led her to meet Janet Miles. Janet was a litigator in one of Boston's most successful law firms. 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 for Janet, and while the affair could end her career (if ever found out), she couldn’t get enough. They had kept everything quiet and private. So far things were going well.

Ally was surprised when Monday morning she returned from her morning jog to find a manila envelope tucked under the morning paper. She was still breathing hard, as she stooped to pick up packet. It felt like there were only a couple of documents inside. 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 thirty minutes later, her D&G business suit hugging her lithe toned body, and started thumbing through the Boston Globe, a cup of chai steaming nearby. She scanned quickly through the paper, and smiled as she saw a picture of herself on the front page.

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This was an important day for her. It was the beginning of a case against Ivan Andropov, reputed leader of a crime family that controlled most of the prostitution and drugs in South Boston. Now he was up on a minor felony charge, but at least it was a start. She was looking forward to the case.

Reading the article, she again glanced at the envelope. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she slid a perfectly manicured thumbnail under the tab, drawing out the document – it appeared it was a piece of photographic paper - 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 as she flipped the photograph over. She almost dropped her cup of 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 the last weekend, as she saw the black garter belt and stockings she was still wearing. She had been facing the full size mirror she kept opposite her bed. She liked to see Janet while she was being screwed.

Examining the mirror, she saw a small section of the wall had been tampered with, and she pried it open, finding a small remote control 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 man a couple of weeks ago. Regardless it was here, and had captured her getting reamed by her girlfriend.

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

Shaking, she sat down, 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. She dialed the number, and waited.

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[janeyruth]

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[celestialdragon]

Ivana Orlofsky sat and waited, watching the video of Ally Creel panic as she found the picture of her getting reamed by her girlfriend, and the Russian grinned. This was her moment of triumph.

The phone ran, and one of her servants brought her phone over. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand after retrieving the phone and answering it in a pleasant voice, knowing exactly who had called.

"Why, Miss Creel, what a pleasant surprise, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" she asked.

She listened to the ranting for a few moments before chuckling warmly. "I see you have found the picture I sent you. Good. . ."

Another few moments of ranting. Ivana chuckled warmly. "My dear, this is blackmail. You will comply with my demands, or that photo and numerous others will be sent to several people. Your newspapers, your bosses, your government. . . What would Boston say when one of it's best prosecutors is nothing more than a dyke?"

The Russian listened some more, running a manicured hand through her long black hair, her brown eyes amused as she listened to the call. "Now, now, Miss Creel, mind your language," she chided pleasantly. "You will be receiving another photo with a list of it on the back in two standard business days. Please, dear, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to call."

Another servant approached her, and she held up a hand to stop her. "One moment, Miss Creel," she told her. Muting the phone, she glared at the young girl. "What is it, Anastasia?"

"Forgive me for interrupting you, Mistress, but Dimitri wanted me to remind you that you have that meeting with the Triad in about thirty minutes," her servant said, nervously.

Ivana nodded. "You have done well, Anastasia. Please inform Dimitri I will be ready in fifteen minutes," she ordered. The girl curtsied and wandered off. She unmuted her phone and returned to Ally Creel. "As I was saying, another photo will appear with a list on the back of it in two standard business days. The list will be of my demands. I am quite certain that you might even enjoy a few of them. The list also goes for your girlfriend, or you will both be sorry. Give Janet my best, dear." With that, the Russian mob woman hung up and went back into her bedroom to prepare for her meeting with the Triad, smiling broadly to herself. She hoped Ally Creel would see reason.

Otherwise, the job might go to someone else, someone Ivana would like. . .

(We are still looking for more female writers!!)

 

[janeyruth]

Ally hung up the phone. Her knees were weak. She wanted to vomit.

She tried a breathing exercise to calm herself. She looked down at the picture in her lap. She studied the face and saw the look of satisfaction the other woman wore. Ally winced as she realized her relationship with Janet wasn’t about sex. It was about power.

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Janet's eyes seemed to stare hard into the mirror. Ally studied the look. It seemed not so much lustful as something else. Satisfaction? Ally remembered her sliding the plastic cock along her slit, teasing it, then resting the tip at her anus, the pressure on her tight ring both an incredible turnon and something she feared.

She remembered pleading not to fuck her ass. At the last moment the woman had relented, instead pushing the toy hard into her. Janet enjoyed rough sex and from the picture, looked to be relishing the idea of using her lover. Ally looked at her own face and realized she secretly liked being used. The notion of Janet pushing a cock into her ass aroused in her a sense of risk and danger.

Picking up the phone again, she hit the send button, automatically dialing Janet's office. The call went through and she heard the switchboard pick up. “Janet Smith please,” she said. White noise flooded through the earpiece; then a male voice, “Janet Smith's office, Alex speaking, how may I direct your call?”

“Janet Smith, please.” Ally tried to sound calm.

“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, and Ally again looked at herself in the mirror. What was going to happen? If this got out, she would be ruined. No matter how liberal Massachusetts portrayed itself, this would ruin a sitting judge's career.

Ally felt tears well up as she waited for her lover to answer. Her heart pounded as she again looked into Janet’s eyes, the face staring up at her, a face that seemed to enjoy Ally's discomfort. She remembered the dildo pushing in, not slowly, but with a hard purpose.

Was she falling into the blackmailers' hands by calling Janet? But before she could hang up, Janet’s voice came over the line, a voice 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. “It's from last weekend. Last weekend when you fucked me.”


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[celestialdragon]

Ivana went over to her computer in her study after her meeting with the Triad. It was a very successful meeting.

But now, she needs to continue the blackmail against Judge Ally Creel and her lover, Janet.

She printed off another picture, and purred at the deliciousness of it. She couldn't wait to have Ally and Janet submitting to her whims as she disciplined them. They were both attractive girls, they really were.

Anastasia entered her study. "Mistress? Tasha would like me to remind you that you have a session soon," she said softly.

"Of course. Thank you, Anastasia," she said, dismissing the girl. Once more, the girl curtsied and ran off.

Twenty minutes later, dressed in her "work" clothes, she descended down into her dungeon, giving a warm smile to Tasha. "Ready to learn, my dear?" she asked softly.

"Yes, Mistress," Tasha said, curtsying before opening the door, where a girl was strung up, whimpering softly. Ivana smiled.

 

[janeyruth]

Janet sits in her office. She's naked. She's wearing a strapon. She's talking into her speakerphone.

Janet wears her strapon

"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."

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."

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."

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

"We need a strategy. I have a friend, a private investigator."

"Oh no, none of that. No more trouble!"

"She's very discreet. She's on our side. She's an ex-cop. This'll be 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 - -"

Janet starts stroking her girlcock.

"I want you so bad. I want to hear you begging 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 Cheetah's. There'll be a cop there. Tell her you're with the Mandy group. She'll take you up.

"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?"