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Crime & Punishment

By: wildest1



She sat, curled up in the big, comfortable leather chair closest to the fire.  The latter was roaring and warm, so loud she didn't hear the door open or the jangle of his keys as he laid them on the small table in the foyer.  She also didn't attribute the rosy glow on her cheeks to anything other than the heat given off by that fire.

So when she looked up after having felt a cool draft of air, she nearly fainted in shock to see him standing there.  How long had he been there?  Had he seen what she was reading?  How could she play this off?  She made eye contact and smiled with happy surprise, letting the magazines slip beneath the copious folds of her robe as she reached to put her arms around his neck.

The magazines, with their glossy finish and gorgeous women in compromising poses, awaiting the attentions of the well-hung studs portrayed alongside them.  She had found them in his closet, near the bottom, in a large box which should have housed a pair of his boots.  While cleaning, the lid had been pulled off and what she saw inside kindled her imagination, and teased her curiosity.

Now, she wondered how she would get them back to where they belonged without his knowing.  She knew what the rules were regarding his private property, and these were, most definitely, his private property.

He hugged her, briefly, perhaps a little tersely.  She read everything into his actions, and felt the pounding pulse of her heart filling the capillaries full of blood to betray her shame.

Picking up the magazines, one of which was still open to the page she had last been scrutinizing, a photo essay which detailed the anal penetration of a beautiful, young brunette woman by her well-endowed partners.  An activity she had never engaged in, but seeing the expressions on their faces, the closeup of her tiny little opening as it stretched around the engorged tools, made her want.

He knew all about what she wanted since he'd been watching her for several minutes, her hand disappearing into the opening of her robe, the uncomfortable shifting as she began to feel more aroused by what she saw and read.

"I see you've been poking your nose where you shouldn't have."  A long silence as she looked at the floor, knowing he wasn't truly angry, just annoyed with her.  Still, she knew there would be a price for her transgression.  "These are mine. The box they were in is mine.  The closet the box was in is mine.  I wonder what you were looking for when you came across these."

He reached to lift her chin and force her gaze to make contact with his.

He smiled a little wickedly, then commented, "I see you found an article of interest."

He laid the magazine in her hands, open to the pages she had been examining.

"Read the pages to me."

Oh, she was in for it, now.  He had something specific in mind, and she sort of thrilled to the thought of a warming spanking which would lead to incredible sex as it often did.  She loved their relationship, he dominant and she subordinate to him, but without the hard and fast rules often practiced in similar situations.

She looked down, the page blurred by her tears of shame.  She knew he could have seen so much as she paged through the magazines.

"I love to have my ass fucked by my boyfriend.  His cock is huge and it fills me so tight.  If I'm lucky, he calls a friend and they take turns shooting their hot loads in my backdoor."

He laughed under his breath, took the magazine and then took her by the hand, leading her curtly down the hallway to their room.

"Take off your robe."  She did as he told her, and assumed the kneeling position she knew he wanted while they were in the bedroom.  "Get on the bed, on your knees, and bend over with your ass raised."  

Oh, yes, he was going to punish her just the way she craved, she thought as she complied with his demand.

Instead, he left the room.  She knew to stay where she was until told otherwise.  These were the rules and she was so comforted by the familiar knowledge of them.  Still, she was nervous.  This wasn't usual.

She estimated twenty minutes had passed when she heard the door next.  She stared at the bedcover beneath her face, still holding the position last instructed of her.

"Good, slut, you know your place perfectly."  She heard him moving closer to her.  He lifted her head back, and placed the blindfold around her eyes, tying it behind her head.  She felt her pussy moisten, the bloodflow increased exponentially as her sight was robbed of her, the nervous pathways were transferred to another sense.

He spoke.  "I watched you when I came home, tonight.  You weren't expecting me so early, and you didn't hear me enter, but it was obvious to me as you read that you were aroused by what you saw.  And so your "punishment", sweet one, is to receive your desire."

She felt the room spin slightly as she contemplated what he said.  What was it he was going to do to  her?  She only had to wonder a moment for his hand was on her ass, and next she felt a warm sluice of lube between her cheeks, then stroked through the crease and over her tight little star.

She gasped, "Nooo..." for she had never experienced any except the teasing of the outer flesh, none had ever penetrated this opening and she feared it would hurt.  She had heard lots of stories about it, and even though she wanted to fantasize about it, she wasn't sure she would ever take it beyond that level.  No choice, now.

"I've brought a friend, too, so you can be as lucky as the girl in the pictures."

She began to feel a little loss of awareness, disbelief at his words.  Anger flared in her, and shame, but even more so; arousal.

His rough hands manipulated her clit, teased it til she begged to cum, and then he returned to massaging the lube into her tightly puckered rectum.  Perhaps if she could squeeze it closed tightly enough, he would give up.  The sensation of fingers imploring the opening to relax was delightful, though, and she moaned softly and squirmed as the tip of his index finger finally pressed deeply, hard enough to force the pursed hole to allow its entry.

"Unnnggghhhhh..." she groaned, the tight ring stinging and burning as it stretched against her will, the thought of what was happening causing her pussy to leak and throb. "Noooo, please, baby...."

Then she felt his other hand, the fingers tease her clit, making her forget a little about what was happening to her asshole.  Suddenly, his index finger was inside her to the first knuckle and she cried out, bucking her hips involuntarily.  He smacked her ass cheek, reminding her to be still and take her punishment.  She sobbed a little into the bunched comforter, her thoughts exploring the darkness and wondering who else was in the room, seeing her this way.

"That's it...that's my baby....ohhhh...let me fuck you with my finger.  God, your ass is so hot and tight.  I can't believe I've left it alone this long.  I'm so glad I caught you looking at my magazines so I could take you this way."  His voice persuaded her to relax further, and if she would admit it, the harsh friction of his rough finger in her tender hole was indescribably wonderful.  So different from her pussy...his finger felt huge in there.  She sighed, shuddering as he plunged the finger in as deeply as it would go, then withdrew it, adding more lube and then a second finger alongside the first.  As he thrust them in, together, they were side by side, then one on top of the other, and he used them to stretch her, to tug the opening this way and that and dictate the writhing of her hips, listening to her desperate moans.

She tried to move to make the sensation more pleasurable, as it had been when there was only one finger, but the two together was just a little more pain than pleasure, and she couldn't quite funnel it all into an orgasm.  And just when the pleasure started to overcome, he added that third finger and she whimpered and fought the urge to pull away.  

She needn't fight that urge, for the next sensations were of another set of hands, holding her, keeping her in place and adjusting her position to maximize the exposure of her ass to the violation of it.

She struggled a little, unbelievably pissed off and at the same time turned on by what was being done to her.  The fact that she could not see helped make it that she could believe she could not be seen.  So instead, she relaxed, opening to his fingers, feeling them twist and squirm inside her...

When he removed them, she felt the cooling air in a new place, inside her as her little sphincter remained gaping from the stretching thrusts.  She heard his wicked, self-satisfied chuckle, "That's what I like to see.  You are now ready for this..."

The next was his hot, blunt, thick cock head poised at the opening, pressing against, and so much larger it was than its target that she wriggled away, sabotaging his effort, but only briefly, for his conspirator rallied and held her for him.  She could hear his grunts of approval, his fast breathing as he obviously watched while he participated.

He pushed, straining at the quickly clenching hole, not wanting to let it close again entirely, he reached under her to tease her little clitty again, knowing her response would allow his victory in this matter.  And she did as he knew she would; push back, her openings dilating lustfully and as she did so, his cock head slipped inside the first ring of muscles, gripped so tightly he gritted his teeth, grunted with pleasure at her cries, the way she clutched at the sheets madly, the way his helper struggled to hold her.  

He leaned forward to whisper to her, "That's it, my love...this feels so good to me.  I know you want to please me, and this will soon please you, as well.  Relax...and let me in....it will hurt less and less..."

She listened, distracted by the obvious candor in his voice, and when she least expected it, she realized his cock was sliding in under his weight, stretching her tiny pucker, burning, tingling, her belly cramping with the fullness of his cock deep in her bowels.  

"Oohhhhhhgodbaby, ohgod, ohggggggodddd..." she muttered under her breath as he claimed this place for the first time.  She wondered idly when it would stop, this slow, inward invasion...what would stop it...where would the limit be?  His length?  Her depth?  It seemed his cock went on forever, and grew in girth with every pulse of his heart, which she could feel with those supersensitive nerve endings there where she gripped him.  The fat head of his cock seemed to glow and burn its way deep up inside her and suddenly she knew what she wanted more than anything was to feel him cum there and make it hurt with the volume and force of the spurts of his molten issue.

He didn't intend to disappoint.  He wanted to own every surface of this beautiful creature, inside and out, and this was glorious...the thick, rubbery walls of her asshole were gripping his cock like a velvety vise and rippling muscularly as they tried to force him out.  The sensation was too much to take, and he struggled to hold his composure and not cum too quickly.  He wanted to take her good and hard this first time.  Still, he knew he needed to hurry and gave his hips a hard shove forward, at the same time using his hands to push apart her ass cheeks.  He buried his cock in her as deeply as possible, impaling her, she squealing in pain and pleasure, tears soaking into the blindfold, her belly burning and cramping as his cock expanded and he withdrew a few inches then thrust in again, forcing her entire body upwards on the bed against his friend, who steadied her and pushed back so that she would take the entire force of his thrust.

She whimpered and cried and clawed the bedding as he began to increase the tempo and depth of the thrusts, watching as his outward tug dragged the protesting ring out, then disappeared in as he pushed into her, fascinated by how tremendous his cock looked as it invaded this little, tiny hole of hers.

He gave in to instinct shortly, though, and fucked hard and fast, forgetting anything but the desire to take all pleasure he could, and in that moment, she, overstimulated, finally found the beauty in that and channelled all that sensation to her building orgasm, the pain fuelling a particularly hard and fast one that made her yelp and scream as he drove into her again and again, his hands at her hips, tugging her backward, using her hole for his pleasure, his movements becoming more insistent, faster, harder til he froze, his cock thrust into her as far as it would ever go, and therefore making her his, he came, his cum spurting out against the deepest part of her bowels, the heat flooding around the head of his cock, making the fit tighter, yet lubricating the way for a couple more slow thrusts as he continued to fill her, hearing her pleading for more, feeling her convulsive spasming around him as she came again and again, every successive one being less harsh, less defined, until they all sort of blended together and she gripped him, tightly, jealously, not wanting to lose that sensation of having him in her...she collapsed forward on the bed, tired, sated...glowing, renewed....

They lay like that, he still within her, til they caught their breath, and he whispered into her ear, "Are you ready for part two?"

Crime and punishment 2050



Joe was a horny 18 year old guy. Average looks and decent personality allowed him to get lucky on occasion. Joe was cruising the avenue looking for some fun in his Mustang convertible. He saw a female hitchhiker ahead. One look and he pulled over. She ran to the car opened the door and told Joe she needed a ride to see some friends.

When she got in Joe could smell the alcohol on her breath. After talking for a few minutes she pulled a bottle of peppermint schnapps out of her purse. She asked Joe if he wanted a drink. He said he did, but wanted off the street. They pulled into a dark park.

She told him she liked the peppermint schnapps for kissing. It was not long before their lips were locked and Joe's hand was down her shirt. She was moaning and moving to his playing with her nipples. Joe then went for the grand prize he unsnapped her pants and worked a finger into her pussy. She asked if he had a condom and Joe smiled and pulled one out of the console.

She sucked him and then rolled the condom on his dick with her lips. Joe moved over to her side of the car and had just buried his pecker in her love hole when it became like daylight around the car. 

There was a cop standing over them as Joe pulled out and tried to cover himself. The cops demanded identification and when Joe overheard that she was just fifteen his stomach dropped and his heart pounded. He knew that with the 2050 child rape act what he was in for.

Less than 48 hours later Joe was convicted and sentenced to spend five years as his victim. New technology and an eye for an eye criminal justice mentality had spawned new punishments. Joe was taken from the courthouse in shackles and transported to a special sex offender's prison.

Joe shuffled off the bus and into a processing facility. He was stripped and hosed off. All the prisoners were then stood in a line, naked. A female sergeant of the guard addressed the group. "Prisoners you are here for punishment. You are the lowest of the low, sex offenders. You will be injected with a special DNA reorganizer. This injection will convert you into an exact copy of your victim. You will then be subjected to the same acts you perpetrated on your victim. Enjoy"

The prisoners shuffled off to their fate. One by one they were strapped to beds in a hospital ward. A nurse in a white coat came out. "First you will have your prisoner number tattooed on your ass. Next you will receive two injections. The first will sedate you until your DNA reorganization is complete and the second is your DNA shot. Any questions?"

With that one of the men started screaming he was not guilty. The nurse nodded at a big burly orderly that injected the man and the screaming and crying soon stopped. Joe was tattooed and then injected the world turned black.

Joe slowly woke up. From a half sleep his eyelids fluttered open. The first thing he noticed was that he was in some sort of a sling. His legs were spread wide and cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling. His wrists were cuffed to chains at the other end. As he turned his head long red hair brushed his shoulders. Trying to get a look at the hair he noticed two large breasts with erect nipples that looked like pencil erasers atop his new mounds. At that point Joe let out a girlish scream.

The female guard came and said, "I am glad you are awake. It is time for you to start paying your debt to society." With that she giggled and left the room.

The room darkened somewhat. Low music came on. Red mood lighting shown from the valance around the room. Joe looked around some more. As he twisted his body, he felt the weight of his large breasts shift on his chest. The room had a table with tubes of something and towels.

The door opened and a large black man stepped into the room. "Nice" he growled. "Looks like I will get my money worth this time around. "

Joe was terrified. He watched the black man shed his clothes, revealing a chiseled body and long throbbing jet black dick, the likes of which Joe had never seen or dreamed of. The black man walked to where Joe was restrained. He started running his hands over Joe's body. He squeezed Joe's large breasts and pinched his nipples. The pain shot threw Joe's body, at the same time Joe felt his crotch turn damp. A large black hand moved down Joe's flat stomach and caressed his crotch. Joe felt fingers invade a place that was foreign to him. It felt good as the finger slipped into a hole that Joe had never had before this. As the finger slid in all of a sudden there was pain. 

The grinning black man looked down at Joe and with a wicked leer said, "My friend Connie promised me a virgin, I didn't believe her until now." With that the black man walked behind Joe and said "Suck it bitch" 

Joe did not seem to have any control as he tilted his head back and licked the blue black knob. He felt repulsed; this is not what a straight heterosexual man did. The taste and smell was slightly funky, Joe realized that the man had not showered in a quite a while. Joe's lips involuntarily parted and the big black cock traveled towards his throat.

"That is it bitch. I don't want to blow my load when I pop your cherry. So I am going to get a nut before I shove this monster up your cunt." With that the black man started fucking Joe's face. Each stroke went a little deeper. Joe felt his throat expand slightly. Big black balls covered his eyes.

The man grabbed Joe's tits and started fucking his mouth with a passion. He was grunting and groaning and Joe could barely breathe. Then he pulled half way out. Joe felt the cock pulse and Joe's mouth filled with a sour salty cream. The man pinched Joe's nose and said "Swallow it bitch" Joe didn't have any choice, it was either swallow or choke to death. 

Joe felt the cock start to deflate and it withdraw from his mouth. The black man walked over to a couch and sat down. "Got to take a breather and then I am going to breed you good bitch" 

Joe tugged at his restraints and realized there was no escape for him. He watched the black man the same as a mouse watches a cat. The man started playing with his cock and the cock started to respond. Within minutes he was stroking it fully hard. Without a doubt it was a massive ten full inches and almost as big around as a beer can. Joe's muddled mind had knew what was coming as the black man approached him again.

"Mmmm, bitch I cannot wait to pop your cherry. First I am going to get you good and wet" He said with a big grin. Joe felt the black man attach his new pussy. He slid a finger in to get it wet and then rubbed his brand new clit. Joe felt his pussy get warm and then even wetter as the man rubbed his new parts. 

The finger withdrew and something larger split his pussy lips. The man grabbed Joe's hips and held him tight. "This is going to hurt bitch" With that the man slammed his massive cock into Joe's virgin pussy up to the hilt. Joe had never felt such pain and felt something running down his ass cheeks. He tried to get away but the man's grip was too strong. All Joe could do was lay there and endure it. As seconds turned into minutes the pain eased. Then it started all over as the cock retreated to the entrance to Joe's pussy and slammed back in. Joe repeatedly felt the man's balls hit his ass.

Something snapped in Joe's head. The cock invading him no longer felt foreign. It felt like it belonged. Joe started to moan as the cock continued to ravage his battered pussy. The big black man looked down and saw the look on Joe's face. "Enjoying it now bitch?" He asked. "You all do eventually. Pretty soon you will be begging me to fuck you"

Joe felt his entire body start to convulse. His new pussy clenched the black cock. His first female orgasm rocked his body. The man fucking him howled and his cock grew even harder. Joe felt it start to pulse and shoot hot cum into his pussy. Joe had another orgasm. The cock withdrew and Joe was left in his restraints, panting with hot blood and cum running down his ass.

The man walked around to his head and told him to clean it up. Joe took the vile blood and cum covered sword in his mouth without a complaint. It seemed right that he should do as he was told. As he cleaned the gore covered cock it stiffened. Joe could not believe how fast this guy could recover.

"Only one thing left bitch" the man said as he walked to the table. He had a tube of lube in his big meaty hand. Joe knew what was coming as the man squirted some on his finger and then shoved his finger up Joe's ass. "I promised Connie I wouldn't tear you up to bad bitch" as he squirted more lube on his cock. "If you know what is good for you, you will just relax and take it" 

Joe willed himself to relax, he was taking deep breaths as he felt the cock spear his ass. Moments later Joe felt as he was being torn in half as the cock made its way into the depth of his bowels. "All the way in bitch, you are so fucking tight" The man said as he started an all-out assault on Joe's previously virgin ass. The lights in the room flashed twice. The man said "My time is almost up got to get off quick" The huge meat sword sawed in and out of Joe's ass. Joe relaxed some and It started feeling better. He groaned and said "here it comes" Joe felt his bowels flood with the man's cum.

The man walked over to the table wiped his cock off, got dressed, and left the room. The lights came on and the female guard walked into the room. "How do you like your punishment bitch?" She asked with a sneer. "By now you have figured out what has happened. You are an exact replica of the girl you tried to have sex with. Every day you will spend twelve hours in the chair at hard labor."

With that the guard walked to the wall and pulled out a hose. She walked back and turned the nozzle which was shaped like a dildo in Joe's face. "If you give me any lip or trouble this will be ice water. So just behave. Do you understand?"

Joe nodded his head and said "Yes ma'am" The warm water rinsed off Joe's cum and blood covered face. The guard walked around between Joe's legs and shoved the dildo in his cunt. The warm water rinsed the blood and cum out of his cunt. Then the nozzle pulled out of his pussy and was jammed up his ass. Joe's belly started to get larger as the warm water filled his bowels. The guard pulled it out and told him to hold it for five minutes. Joe had a hard time with his gut cramping as it was. He just was about to let go when the guard told him he could expel. The relief was instantaneous. 

The guard looked at him and told him only another eleven hours left of this shift. With that she exited the room and the rest of the day ran together. One man after another raped Joe's ass, mouth and pussy. It was going to be a long five years.



Crime and Punishment



Note... All sexual situations depicted in this story occur between two legally cosseting adults 18 years of age or older.

*****

At 18 years of age, A J Miller was a criminal and proud of it. Why would a person that young be proud of that? Well, you would have to know the nature of the so called "crimes" he committed to have a true understanding of his views.

Now A J was not a harden convicted felon nor did he have a misdemeanor record, yet he was still in trouble with the authorities as they say. However the authorities he who he was in hot water with weren't civil or even legal. 

The truth being told, A J's crimes got him in trouble with authorities closer to home. You see, A J was in trouble with his mother as well as school officials, mainly his teachers and the Administration.

So what was A J's big problem that got in into so much trouble? Well let's just say that A.J was your typical 18 year old teenage male with a normal sex drive and his big crime was being what could considered as a "Boob Bandit" in that he enjoyed checking out other girls boobs mainly his teachers.

Beginning at age 15, A J had had a fixation for women's breasts and the bigger they were, the more he liked them. He was always checking out his teacher's boobs but he wasn't very good at being discrete about it. This led to him being written up several times for it and eventually led to his mother Bonnie receiving several calls from the school.

His mother Bonnie was at a loss with what to do with him. She knew A J was girl crazy and she just chalked it up to a case of him just being a normal horny teenage male and figured he would grow out of it. However, when she started receiving calls from the school on a daily basis, she knew something had to be done about it.

At first, she had him talk to the school counselor but that backfired when he scoped her out. The counselor was what you would call a smoking hot blonde MILF 33 years of age, very sexy, standing 5'9" tall with long blonde hair weighing about 130 pounds and measuring 38D-26-38.

He scoped her out but she was able to play it off but she wasn't making any progress and A J kept on being the "Boob Bandit."

Bonnie was finally at her wits end and seeing that talking to him didn't do any good and since A J's antics weren't stopping, she felt she had only one recourse left, shame and humiliation.

How to do it was the problem. She thought about using a similar tactic that was used by parents when they caught their sons and/or daughters smoking which was to make them sit down in front of them and smoke until either they got sick or got tired of it.

Since A J was now 18, he was considered an adult so Bonnie's first thought was to make him sit with her watching porn mainly about women with big boobs and jack off while she was sitting there.

Bonnie figured one time of doing that would cure A J of his fixation hoping that one time of jacking off in front of his mother would embarrass him so much that he would stop his bad behavior. But much to her chagrin, she was wrong. 

It backfired in two ways. First, A J saw not as punishment even though his mom was sitting right there with him. On the contrary he actually liked watching porn and jacking off.

A J actually looked forward to it, so that didn't seem to fix the problem. In fact, it had just the opposite effect in that A J felt it was more of a reward for continuing his habit of checking out girl's boobs and saw the jacking off a reward.

The second way that it backfired was that Bonnie a healthy sexy woman 38 years of age was actually getting turned on by watching her own son jack off in front of her.

First she was able to dismiss the thoughts and put them out of her mind but the more she saw him doing it the more she was getting turned on by seeing her son masturbating in front of her.

A J was your typical young 18 year old teenage male. He was fairly good looking. He stood about 5'10" tall weighed about 170 pounds with an average build and short black hair.

Looks weren't his problem and if he wanted, he could go out with any girl he chose. The main problem that kept A J from getting a date was that he was awkward when it came to talking to girls. He always got nervous and tongue tied when he tried talking to them so he figured he would admire them from a far.

Bonnie was quite sexy herself. At 38, she would be considered a smoking hot MILF herself. Bonnie stood about 5'7" tall, weighing about 125-130 pounds, with shoulder length brownish-blonde hair and hazel eyes. 

Bonnie also had a fairly curvaceous measuring 34D-24-34 with well-toned dancer's legs and she could have any guy she wanted to but being a single mother with two children A.J and his twin sister Rachel most men were scared off.

Needless to say, it had been a long time since Bonnie had been intimate with a steady man in her life. As a result sexual encounters for her were few and far between.

She had her one night stand flings occasionally but sad to say the only satisfaction she received was from her two best friends, her trusty dildoes. That got her through many a long night and she went through batteries like they were going out of style.

After a week of having A J whack his boner off in front of her, Bonnie finally decided to quit fighting her urges and give in to them. 

The next day Bonnie had A J fulfill his "punishment" as she called it and when he began jerking off she decided she was going to help him. She wasted no time in doing that. Bonnie removed A J's hand and she put her hand on his cock and started jacking him off.

"Mom what are you doing," A J said with a mixture of surprise and shock as well as delight.

"I am helping you" Bonnie said with a naughty purr. "You don't mind if mommy helps her big boy do you?"

Before A J started to say no, Bonnie put the index finger of her other hand on A J's lips and added "Don't worry hon, mommy knows what she is doing. Just lean back and let mommy take care of her boy."

Bonnie spit on A J's cock and jerked it and the more she did the more she wanted. Bonnie finally threw caution to the wind and let go of her inhibitions. 

Bonnie put her lips on A J's cock and licked around the head and up and down the shaft as she stroked it with her hand. After about a minute of this Bonnie went down on A J's tool and began deep throating it.

"Ah fuck", A J lustfully moaned as Bonnie sucked on his cock.

"Does mommy's little boy like what she is doing for him," Bonnie said with a lusty grin as she continued to suck A J's cock.

"Fuck yeah," A J moaned in delight. 

"Well you have been a naughty little boy and need to be punished," Bonnie said with a lustful seductive purr. "Mommy is going to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"Oh yes punish me mommy," A J moaned. "Punish me good!!"

"Oh don't worry I intend to," Bonnie replied with a purr. "I have only just begun to meet out the punishment I have in store for you. When I am done with you won't want to look at anymore of your teacher's boobs."

Bonnie continued to suck on A'J's hard cock for another five minutes or so then she removed her mouth from it and knelt down in front of A.J. 

Bonnie pressed her titties against A J.'s face and with a sultry tone said "I want you to kiss and suck on my boob's and if you need some help getting motivated just pretend you are sucking on your English teacher's hot tits.

A J wasted no time and began sucking on Bonnie's breasts. 

"Mmmmmmm yes baby that's the way," Bonnie moaned breathlessly. "Suck those big titties of mine Let mommy nurse her little boy."

A J continued to suck on and kiss Bonnie's breasts as he sucked on her nipples like a nursing infant. Bonnie pressed her soft boobs against the sides of A J's face and jiggled them back and forth.

Bonnie then took her tits and placed them around A J's cock and began tit fucking him. A J moaned as he slid his cock between his mother's breast.

"Does mommy's little boy like," Bonnie lustfully purred.

"Oh fuck yea," A J replied moaning.

"I want you to spray your hot cum all over my boobies," Bonnie lustfully purred.

AJ continued to fuck Bonnie's tits and it felt so good.

"Mmmmmmm yes baby, Bonnie lustfully moaned. I want you to show me what you can do with that big cock of yours."

AJ soon was getting a good rhythm going and he felt his cock getting harder and bigger. His cock also began swelling and filled with cum. He felt it tingle and he knew it wasn't long until he came.

AJ let out a low guttural moan and exclaimed "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!!" 

"Spray that hot jism of yours all over mommy's boobs," Bonnie lustfully moaned, anticipating the feeling of AJ's hot cum all over her boobs. 

Within a matter of ten seconds AJ moaned and blew his wad all over his mommy's big tits, spraying not only her tits but her neck and some even shot on to her face, hitting her in the eyes and on the lips.

"Oh baby," Bonnie purred contentedly as she wiped the cum from her eyes and savored what was on her lips. Bonnie then rubbed the cum that was on her tits and spread it on her skin like it was a lotion.

"So does mommy's big boy think he has been punished enough or does he need some more discipline," purred seductively hoping that AJ wanted more.

To Bonnie's delight AJ moaned "Oh god mommy punish me more. I have been a very naughty boy and need to be taught a lesson."

"So how do you think that mommy should punish her naughty little boy," Bonnie lustfully moaned.

"I am mommy's little boy toy to do with as she sees fit," AJ moaned. "Have your way with me mommy and punish me and make me learn my lesson"

"Mmmmmmm Mommy likes that," Bonnie said seductively licking her lips, surprising herself that she even found it extremely, lasciviously and delightfully wicked. 

Just then, Bonnie had a very wicked idea, an idea that for the duration of this session, that she would drop the mother son angle and instead take on the role of a dominatrix making AJ her sex slave.

The more she thought about it the hotter she became. Images of unspeakable lascivious and wonton carnal delights flooded her mind and she liked how it made her feel so incredibly naughty, so she took on that role and proceeded with the next phase of her plan.

"Very well slave, sit and await your orders," Bonnie said with almost sadistic glee relishing the idea of making AJ her slave. 

"Also from now on until I say otherwise, you will address me as My Mistress, or My Queen," Bonnie added feeling the exhilarating and intoxicating rush of power she now possessed. "You will also must keep your head bowed your eyes averted from me and may not look me in the eyes unless commanded to or until I grant you the privilege to. Is that understood slave?"

"Yes my mistress," AJ whimpered meekly assuming that was what he was supposed to do based on what he had learned from his studies in school about life in under the rule of a Monarch and from what he had read in the fantasy novels he enjoyed. 

AJ bowed his head and kept his eyes down taking on the role of the sex slave. He wasn't sure whether Bonnie was serious seeing he they were engaged in a role play. He guessed Bonnie was being playful and not entirely serious but he didn't voice his thoughts, instead willing taking on his role as her slave. 

Bonnie stripped out of her clothes revealing her sumptuous naked form. Her skin was exquisite and her pussy was nicely shaved and oh so perfectly pink. Her pussy lips glistened, dripping wet and her sweet nectar trickled down her thighs. 

As Bonnie took on the role of the dominatrix she felt her body tingling all over and wanting AJ to ravish her and her soul longed to be touched by AJ and to feel his hard cock inside of her and to feel his hot manhood spew deep into her hungry pussy. However Bonnie kept her desires in check steeled her resolve and maintained the role of the Mistress.

"Upon my command, you may lift your head and gaze upon my body but you are forbidden gawk. No slave shall be permitted to gawk at his mistress's body is that understood?"

"Yes my mistress," AJ meekly and humbly replied with great reverence.

"Very well slave lift your head and look at me," Bonnie commanded as she put her finger under AJ's chin and lifted it.

AJ gazed on his mother's sumptuous body and his hormones were rushing, adrenalin was pumping and his heart was hammering in his chest. His desires threatened to consume him but he managed to steel himself and look at Bonnie's sweet womanly form.

Deep inside AJ was battling his carnal desires wanting to so jump his mother's bones and fuck her right then and there but he had to maintain the role of the slave and figured his patience would eventually pay off. 

"Does my slave find his mistress's body attractive." Bonnie said relishing the role she was playing.

"Yes My Mistress," AJ meekly and humbly replied.

"Does my slave desire his Mistress," Bonnie added coyly.

"Yes My Mistress," AJ repeated in the same tone.

"What does my slave want to do," Bonnie added as a baited question

AJ quickly thought then replied "Only what My Mistress desires of him. I only live to serve My Queen and obey her wishes and commands."

Bonnie smirked inwardly and thought "Well, well, AJ has assumed this role excellently. I will play the part firmly but playfully and reward him while at the same time satisfy my lascivious wonton desires. Who knows may just enjoy this and keep doing it."

"Does my slave have anything else he desires to speak," Bonnie added.

"Only that I await My Mistress's commands, swear complete and undying fealty to her and live to bring pleasure as she demands"

"Excellent slave, you are learning," Bonnie replied. "You will soon come to learn that can be the giver of pain and delight. Disobey me and the pain will be swift and without mercy. Yet obey me and the delight will be more pleasurable than you can imagine. Understood?"

"Yes MY Queen. I hear understand and obey." 

Very well my slave, here is my first command," Bonnie said. "I want you to suck eat my pussy and make me cum in your mouth until I tell you to stop."

"Now on your knees slave," Bonnie commanded in an authoritarian and stern matronly tone. She then sat on the coffee table and grabbed AJ by the hair and forcefully pulled his head to her eagerly wet and waiting pussy.

AJ's nose and mouth was fully up against Bonnie's pussy He could taste the sweet juices seeping from Bonnie's pussy and smell the sweet heavenly yet musky aroma and inhaled deeply.

"Now eat my pussy and I have no preference as how you do it. The choice of methods is yours until I say otherwise but be forewarned, you better do it right and totally satisfy my insatiable wonton desires or I will flog you. Understood?"

"Yes my Mistress I only live to please and serve. AJ again humbly replied

Bonnie was fully getting into the role of a dominatrix and enjoying every bit of it. 

"Very well slave, you may begin to please me until I command you to stop."

AJ wasted no time and dove into his mother's pussy like a starving mad man. He used his fingers and his tongue like a little cock as he worked to bring Bonnie off to countless orgasms.

Bonnie let go of her inhibitions and gave into the lustful pleasures that sought to consume her, allowing them to control her and as she no longer fought them.

"OH god yes slave," Bonnie moaned, as she stripped and laid back on the coffee table as she sprawled her body out and spread her legs wide. "Devour me ravish me have your way with me. Your mistress is a common naughty trashy whore and desires to be treated as one. Think of me as a filthy cheap common tavern prostitute and act accordingly."

AJ gave into instinct as he recalling what he had seen from the porn videos he watched. He went at Bonnie with everything he had and soon had her screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Oh god yes slave make your mistress cum," Bonnie exclaimed as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body.

Bonnie took AJ's head and held it there as she bucked up and fucked AJ's face grinding her cunt against his face. AJ inhaled the musky womanly scent of his mother's sweet nectar and it wasn't long until Bonnie gasped as her body tensed up then relaxed and her sweet cream flowed all over AJ's face mouth and tongue.

"OH God yes mommy is proud of her baby boy," Bonnie panted as she succumbed to the pleasures that were cascading through her body. "Suck me more slave! Make your mistress cum again!!"

AJ continued to tongue fuck and finger fuck Bonnie for another 15 minute and brought her off to countless more orgasms. It was the first time in a long time that she had experience such a release as this.

Bonnie continued to gasp for breath as he body writhed from the pleasures she was feeling. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body tensed then relaxed as she came again flooding AJ's mouth with her sweet honeydew nectar.

For a brief time Bonnie passed out lying unconscious from the extreme pleasures which had gripped her body then about ten seconds later she stirred and moaned as she slowly regained consciousness.

"Oh God slave you have performed your first act well but your mistress desires more, much, much more. Now I want to feel your hard pulsating cock deep inside me as I fuck you and I want you to cum in my pussy filling me with your hot manhood."

Bonnie rose up from the table and as she did her head swam and she became momentarily dizzy but managed to regain her composure.

"Help me up slave," Bonnie commanded. Bonnie extended her hand and AJ gently pulled her to her feet. "Now sit on the couch and spread your legs a shoulder width apart."

AJ followed Bonnie's command and assumed the position as ordered. 

"Pull your cock up and guide it into me as I sit on your lap," Bonnie ordered and as she sat in AJ's lap he guided his erect cock into Bonnie's wet and waiting pussy.

"Oh god yes slave you are so fucking big and hard," Bonnie moaned with a lustful purr. It has been too fucking long since I have had a hot cock inside of me!!"

Bonnie began slowly riding AJ as she sat in his lap and fucked him.

"I want you to place your hands on my hips and guide my motions," Bonnie lustfully moaned.

As Bonnie rode AJ's massive cock, she began to gradually build up speed until she was riding him hot and heavy. Bonnie began to moan in ecstasy as she continued to ride AJ fast and furiously.

Their hot bodies embraced and melted together as one. Deep inside Bonnie felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter and her orgasms steadily built reaching a feverish pitch and culminating in a resounding crescendo of carnal ecstasy.

OH god slave make your mistress cum," Bonnie lustfully moaned. Bonnie's pussy began to tingle and tremor as her orgasms rose to their zenith and she felt her juices begin to flow. 

At the same time, AJ's cock began to swell and fill with cum. He knew it wasn't going to be long until he popped his top.

"OH God My Mistress I'm gonna cum," AJ panted in a low guttural moan.

"Cum inside me slave," Bonnie exclaimed. "I wanna feel your hot manhood deep inside of me."

AJ and Bonnie continued to fuck as their orgasms rose in a feverish pitch. Tried as they may they could not stem the tide.

"Oh God yes slave," Bonnie cried out as her pussy quivered and her sweet creamy honeydew nectar released itself and covered AJ's cock. 

Just as Bonnie came creaming AJ's cock, AJ spunked his load deep inside of his mistress spewing his hot jism forth like lava from a long dormant volcano which suddenly awoke spewing its hot molten lave forth in an massive explosion.

"OH fuck yes," AJ moaned as his manhood spewed into Bonnie's waiting pussy.

"Holy shit slave you are so fricking hot," Bonnie lustfully purred as her sweet cream co-mingled with AJ's hot cum.




Crime and Punishment



Bonnie planted a long deep tongue probing tonsil swabbing kiss on AJ's lips as their bodies pressed together.

"Don't stop," Bonnie lustfully moaned "I want you to make me cum again and again."

AJ continued to fuck Bonnie as his hard cock stayed hard even after spewing forth its massive load. Bonnie's orgasms were constantly building and she came over and over again, flooding AJ's cock with her sweet cream.

AJ spunked his load once more sending his hot semen deep of Bonnie. Bonnie gradually slowed her motions eventually stopping and she kissed AJ once again as their tongues probed each other's mouths and their bodies tightly pressed together.

Bonnie then stood up and gave AJ his next command. Lie down on the couch and I want you to eat your creampie from my pussy. I want you to lick it clean.

AJ did as he was ordered to and Bonnie laid on top of him getting into the 69 position.

"I want you to swallow all that hot creampie of yours," Bonnie moaned as she lowered her pussy onto AJ's mouth. "Get every bit of it and don't miss a single drop."

AJ ate his own creampie from Bonnie's cunt. He had never done that before but had seen it done in lesbian porn videos. It first the taste was strange and salty but as he continued, he grew to like it.

Bonnie then rose up and bounced herself up and down on AJ's mouth It took about two to three minutes but eventually he removed every drop of his cum from his Mistress's pussy.

Bonnie then stood up and checked her pussy to make sure all the creampie was gone. Satisfied she praised AJ saying " Well done slave."

Bonnie then got took the a blanket and pillow from the sofa. She spread the blanket on the floor and tossed the pillow towards the top. She then got on her hands and knees on the and assumed the doggie style position on the blanket.

"Fuck your mistress from behind slave and don't be gentle. I want you to hammer me hard fast and continuously."

AJ took his place behind Bonnie and Bonnie reached back her hand and guided AJ's tool into her sweet hot kitty.

"My sweet little kitty has an itch and needs my slave to scratch it for her and make her feel good. I want you to make my kitty purr."

AJ thrusted his cock inside of Bonnie's pussy and began to hammer her hard and fast.

"OH yes slave ravish your mistress," Bonnie lustfully moaned. 

AJ fucked Bonnie as he pounded her hard like a jackhammer. Bonnie moaned as her orgasms rose.

"Pull me up slave," Bonnie lustfully moaned. I wanna feel your hard body next to mine."

AJ did as he was told and pulled Bonnie up so that she was upright on her knees.

"Wrap your arm around my neck and hold me next to you," Bonnie purred. I want you to tell me how much of a trashy little slut I am and tell me what you are going to do to me."

AJ began whispering in Bonnie's ear telling her that she was a cheap trashy slutty little two-bit whore and that he was going to use her up like a tampon and throw her away."

"OH god yes slave I love it when you talk dirty to me like that," Bonnie lustfully moaned.

AJ continued to hammer Bonnie as her orgasms rose higher and higher and a wicked thought passed through her mind. At first was going to simply ignore it but then something inside her decided to not to. Instead, she mulled it over in her mind. The more she did the more she wanted to act on it and before she was able to change her mind she decided to act on the impulse.

"I want you to bite me slave and bite me hard," Bonnie lustfully moaned. I want you to make me bleed and consume my essence. It will make us one."

AJ was a little shocked and didn't know exactly how to respond but he did not question his mistress but instead obeyed her wishes.

AJ began to nibble on the side of Bonnie's neck making it wet and moist. Then he biting her the way someone would do if they were going to give another person a hickey.

"Oh that's it slave," Bonnie purred. "Keep doing what you are doing." 

AJ bit Bonnie's neck once as hard as he could and much to his surprise he drew a slight trickle of blood. Bonnie let out a loud scream that was a combination of excruciating pain yet immense pleasure and delight.

"Bite me again slave," Bonnie gasped as she was barely had enough air to speak.

AJ did as he was instructed and this time he summoned even more strength and in one fail swoop he clamped down on Bonnie's neck harder than before.

Bonnie's body shuddered as the wave of pain from AJ's bite coursed through her body. This time AJ drew a steady stream of blood and immediately took in Bonnie's salty sweet essence.

AJ was surprised in how wonderful it tasted and soon found himself savoring Bonnie's life force. The taste was more intoxicating than the hardest moonshine made from a still and more addictive than the world's most powerful opiate.

AJ was drinking it down like a man dying of thirst would when given water. He wanted more and he clamped down again on Bonnie's neck this time the blood flowed freer and faster.

Oh yes slave," Bonnie panted as she gasped for air again. "Kiss me and let me savor my sweet essence. 

Bonnie turned her head back and her lips met AJ's and they kissed deeply. Bonnie extracted the blood that was on AJ's lips and took in her own life force and an ecstasy she had never known before rippled through her body.

While all this was taking place AJ had been continuing fucking Bonnie. This new sensation of unfathomable pleasures and delights only served to increase Bonnie's sexual desires and her orgasms were increasing exponentially.

Bonnie's knees became week and her body trembled as the next wave of pleasure gripped her.

"Lower me back down but keep fucking me" Bonnie moaned as she struggled to get the words out."

AJ eased Bonnie so that she was back on her hands and knees. As she hit the floor AJ changed his position so that he was now fucking her like a dog would when it had its belly on the back of the other dog and its paws around the other's body.

AJ continually hammered Bonnie like a wild animal in heat and that only increased Bonnie's pleasures. Bonnie gripped the blanket with her fist as she clinched them and bit on the pillow as her orgasm peaked.

"OH GOD YES-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S SLAVE," Bonnie exclaimed at the top of her lungs as she arched her back tensed up and flooded AJ's cock with her sweet cream.

AJ wasn't far behind her and he let Bonnie know that he was on the verge of cumming.

"Spray that hot cum of yours all over my ass," Bonnie moaned in all of the matronly tone she could muster. "I wanna feel that hot manhood of yours as it hits my tight little asshole!!" 

Just as AJ was on the verge of cumming he withdrew his cock and sprayed his jism on Bonnie's ass making sure he hit her asshole. He also sprayed on her butt cheeks as well.

"Now plunge that hard pecker of yours into my hot little ass and fuck me," to which AJ gladly complied. 

AJ fucked Bonnie's hot little ass until he came inside her butthole filling it with his cream.

Now I want you to lick that hot jism of yours from my hot little asshole," Bonnie said in an authoritarian yet gasping voice. AJ did as instructed which made Bonnie croon with delight.

Bonnie then told AJ to get up and assist her as she rolled over and laid on her back and spread her legs wide.

"I want you to fuck me missionary style as I wrap my legs around you and pull you in," Bonnie moaned lustfully. "I want us to become one with each other and the universe."

AJ shoved his massive tool into Bonnie's sweet pussy and fucked her slowly and soon he had a good rhythm going. Bonnie wrapped her long luscious legs around AJ's body and locked her ankles behind AJ's back and pulled him in as they slowly built up a good motion.

As they fucked they kissed as their hot bodies melted into each other's like the finest butter on fresh hot baked bread. 

As AJ continued to fuck Bonnie, Bonnie rose her head up and began nibbling and biting AJ's neck. She continued to bite harder and harder and without warning she summoned all the strength she could muster and bit AJ hard.

AJ gasped as the pain hit him but the pain was immediately replaced with pleasure Bonnie had drawn a slight trickle and she clamped down again on AJ's neck and this time he bled freely as she drunk in his life force.

Bonnie savored AJ's salty sweet essence and continued to repeatedly bite and suck AJ's blood as the combination of pain and pleasure rippled through his being.

Slowly Bonnie and AJ became as one and soon time and space suspended and lost all meaning as they were in the throes of passion. Soon they were unaware of the world around them and in their own little bubble of a universe totally oblivious to anything else that existed.

Their souls became one and they could feel the other's pleasures as they had become united as one body, one mind, one soul, and one spirit.

Their orgasms rose together and wave after wave of lascivious delights raged through their bodies as they soon reached the zenith of their ecstasy.

AJ could feel Bonnie's orgasm peak and her pussy quiver and Bonnie could feel AJ's cock as it swelled with cum. In a crescendo of carnal delights they both came in unison, Bonnie flooding AJ's cock with her sweet sticky cream and AJ spunking his hot load deep into Bonnie's pussy.

Their fucking motions gradually slowed and as they slowly came down from their orgasmic high, the world around them came back into their view and time and space returned to normal.

"Hold me slave," Bonnie purred. "I want us to savor this moment as long as possible"

Bonnie and AJ cuddled close as they turned on their side, their hot naked bodies pressed into each other's and their limbs intertwined. AJ's cock was still inside of Bonnie and she instructed AJ to slowly pump it to keep it hard as they basked in the feeling of afterglow.

"Oh slave you performed most excellently ," Bonnie purred. "You have made me feel young and alive again. I think I will have you please me like this on a daily basis"

"As you wish my queen," AJ replied. "I live to serve and please you and I am honored that I have fulfilled your desires."

"If you continue to perform this well you will be richly rewarded," Bonnie purred seductively 

Bonnie then rolled AJ so that he was on his back and dropped the dominatrix act and returned to her motherly self. She smiled and called AJ by name.

"So did you enjoy our little game Mon Cher" Bonnie said as she stroked AJ's bangs to which AJ replied "yes"

"I have many more games we can play and many more pleasures and delights to show you," Bonnie added.

"So I trust you have learned your lesson," Bonnie continued playfully.

"I think so AJ replied but who knows I may need further reinforcement to make sure I behave," AJ added playfully "After all I still am a horny 18 year old male with insatiable urges and I may need some reminders of how to behave."

"Well now," Bonnie replied playfully, "I think we can arrange some regular tutoring sessions to reinforce the good behavior. How about I help you now. You game?"

"Tutor me baby," AJ playfully moaned.

"Mmmmmmm," Bonnie seductively purred. "If you insist."

Bonnie rose up and slowly rode AJ cowgirl style and fucked him with good long motions. AJ grabbed Bonnie's hips with his hands and guided her motions.

Soon they had another good rhythm going and as they were just getting into the throes of passion, AJ's sister Rachel walked in catching them in the act.

"Hey Rachel honey, Bonnie nonchalantly replied as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I just finished giving AJ his punishment for being bad, would you like to join us.

Rachel surprised even herself when she said "Of course. How can I help?"

"Strip down and sit on AJ's face and have him eat your pussy."

"With pleasure," Rachel eagerly replied and she stripped down and had AJ eat her out.

For the rest of the night, Bonnie and Rachel shared AJ. They both shared his cock as they gave him a blow job, the both fucked him and did many more things no many to mention in this story.

Over time, Rachel and Bonnie shared many pleasures both separately as well as together with AJ. AJ never really learned his lesson although he didn't get into as much trouble at school, just enough to keep from being suspended. 

It seemed that to AJ, the punishment was well worth the crime, but Bonnie didn't mind. She realized that AJ would always need guidance and discipline to keep them on him right track something that Bonnie and Rachel were more than happy to provide. After all, boys will be boys.



Crime and Punishment



It happened a summer a few years ago. Sam and I were renting a few rooms in big wooden house in a residential area. That was while I was still working in that old dump of a town.

The people we were renting from had gone away on vacation, leaving their son at home. He was a high school senior and by the time his parents took off, he had already graduated, and was going to go away to college in the fall. Patrick was always staring at us, not in any unsettling way, and anyway, Sam and I didn't take much notice of him. We were so wrapped up in each other the house might have been demolished piece by piece around us, without us paying much attention.

I'm not ashamed to say that we were making out pretty much round the clock. Why not? We were 24 and more in love than anyone else had ever been, or so it felt that strange summer. The weather was totally unpredictable, one day it was hot and sunny, with an intensely tiresome humidity, then the next day a thunderstorm would shuttle back and forth between our town and the next. Not much rain as I remember it, but that might be just the way it seems today.

Sam and I were in the loft. It was spacious and unless the weather was very hot, quite cool during those interminable summer days. We worked most of that summer, so I can only guess that this must have been during our brief vacation. Not that many days, but so much happened in that short time. I'd like to say that it was the heat that was impairing my judgement, or maybe the lack of sleep and food. Well, we had better things to do...

Either way, we were going at it in a particularly reckless way, when suddenly we became aware of the sounds of someone else moaning, very close by. I reacted instantly, and pushed Sam off, grabbing the sheet to cover myself. For a second or two, the poor guy was completely dazed. But he caught on soon enough and went off in search of our watcher.

He came back within seconds, dragging the culprit by the hair. It was Patrick and he was looking extremely sheepish.

Under normal circumstances that would have been enough to cool down my temper, but this time I felt violated. He had been watching me and Sam in the most intimate of situations. Getting off by looking at me, in this private moment.

I wanted him to pay for that. From being something beautiful, our love-making had turned into something sordid, and now he would be punished for it. Maybe then I might feel good about sex again.

I couldn't have been more wrong, but for a while it really seemed as if we'd stumbled onto something extremely hot.

Sam was all for giving Patrick a piece of his mind, leaving it at that. But my blood was all heated up, and I wanted more satisfaction than that. Still clutching the sheet to me, I stared at the poor kid with murder in my mind.

I could see him shaking slightly at the knees, but it didn't make any impression on me. Not then. Afterwards it has haunted me in my dreams. What right did we have to do what we did? Even if his crime was a heinous one in itself.

"Seen anything you like? Answer me."

"I'm sorry, Cathy."

"Sorry isn't good enough. So this is how teenagers get their kicks?"

Sam was already losing his resolve, and I could see him weakening. If I didn't do anything fast, he'd just let the kid go with just a slap on the wrist. I wouldn't stand for it. Giving Sam one hard look, I pushed on so I wouldn't lose my nerve.

"Sam, tie him up."

On both faces looking back at me there were stunned expressions of horror. I couldn't let that bother me. Maybe they didn't take me seriously, but they would soon learn otherwise.

"Go on. Tie his hands and legs, to that door frame. Move it, Sam."

After another slow, appraising look at me, Sam did as I told him. Was it my imagination, or was there a glint of excitement in his eyes? Either way, he didn't waste any time carrying out my order.

Patrick seemed to be stunned into silence. Even so, he seemed to have lost some of his fear of me. He too seemed to be anticipating my next move. With some effort, Sam was finally able tie Patrick to the door frame.

Satisfied with that, I searched my mind for the next move.

"Good. Now take off the little punk's t-shirt."

Sam didn't seem to like that one bit, but he did as I told him. What Patrick thought was a little harder to discern. His chest was heaving in such a way that his hot 18-year-old muscles were showing off nicely. The biceps too, were impressive without in any way being excessive.

"Ok. Open his jeans in front."

"What? I'm not doing that."

"You'll do as I tell you to."

"What do you expect me to do?"

"What did you think? Suck him? Don't be an idiot. Just do as I say."

Reluctantly, Sam again followed my instructions.

"The shorts too. Don't worry about it. I'm not going to make you touch it. We're just going to watch. See how he likes it for a change."

Right now though, there was nothing much to watch. Patrick must be a lot more scared than he looked outwardly. But that might change.

I now removed the sheet, every bit as reluctantly as my lover had just pulled down the other guy's shorts. But if I wanted to get my revenge, I couldn't be squeamish. I let my hands trail down my body, all the time watching the effect I might have on the two guys.

And I was rewarded.

Their eyes seemed to glaze over, and there were low moans coming from their throats. Sam was still standing suggestively close to Patrick, and now that he had entered into the spirit of the game, he was playing along nicely. As soon as he heard the sounds issuing from his captive, he slapped Patricks cheek.

"Quiet. Not a sound from you."

Patrick stared at him, incredulously, with his big, lovely eyes. I think he tried to comply, but soon what I was doing on the bed made it impossible to hold all the sounds back.

Sam put his hand over his mouth, and now that he had started touching the other guy, it seemed some barrier or resistance in him was crumbling. After a while, he began to move his fingers suggestively over Patrick's lips, then let them trail down further. 

This was better than I could have imagined. I had to keep reminding myself to go on with my show, to keep them interested. My imagination was fed by the show I was taking in, on the floor not many feet away.

Seeing those two, standing so close by, Sam not wearing anything, Patrick with his jeans and shorts sliding down to his knees, was driving me wild. But I held back. There was far more to come. I wouldn't let this moment be wasted.

To my astonishment, my lover now began to tweak Patrick's nipples, very expertly, and each time the guy let a single sound escape his lips, Sam squeezed harder, so hard that his captive began to whimper softly.

I could see that despite the unusual situation, Patrick had recovered completely. In fact, his arousal was plain to see.

Now Sam let his hands slide down to Patrick's ass and began massaging it in a very sexy way. By now he had given up the pretense of wanting to keep Patrick quiet. Sam needed both his hands anyway. I could see him cup Patrick's balls, squeezing them tightly. To my intense astonishment, Sam now moved behind our captive and began to rub himself against the guy's ass.

Very hot. I would have to cool down a bit, if I wanted this to last. And that opportunity came, sooner than I had imagined.

Sam began to undo the bonds that tied Patrick to the door frame. What was he going to do now? I couldn't at first see where the game was heading. When Sam led Patrick towards the bed, I had the first glimmering of what he had in mind. I whole-heartedly approved. As long as... Well, I would just have to wait and watch the scene unravel before me.

Patrick made no move to get away. Apparently the hypnotic quality of the game we were playing had gotten to him too. I refused to believe he was too scared to try. His physical state made that very unlikely.

Sam made him lie down on the bed right next to me, then got in beside him. The only thing I didn't like too much about this idea was that now Sam had taken over, though he didn't dare to dictate to me.

"Cathy? Are you ready"

Somehow I had no doubt about what he was referring to. I nodded wordlessly, and Patrick moved over to obey the order he was given. Soon I could feel the guy's hair tickle the inside of my thighs in an irresistible way. Not that Sam didn't serve me well, but this guy who couldn't have had any practice at all, had to be a natural.

At one command from Sam, he pulled back, and without even thinking he moved into position between Sam's thighs. That was something I had never even dreamed about seeing up close. Another first, and judging from the sounds Sam was making, he was just as good at this.

Intensely arousing as it was, I was beginning to feel left out. But I needn't have worried. It wasn't long before Sam pushed Patrick away, with another curt command.

Again, I spread my legs to give him access. This time, however, he was going all the way inside me. I was more than ready for him, and I grabbed him by the hair and held him to me roughly. He was different than Sam, but just as good.

To my astonisment, as well as Patrick's, Sam now got on top of both of us. For a second it felt as if Patrick would lose his erection, but I needn't have worried. Even when I could feel Sam's added weight on top of us, he kept going. It was a very strange but extremely sexy feeling, being fucked by two guys like that.

But when it was over, Patrick just gathered up his clothes and snuck out again the way he had come.

As soon as the feeling of exhilaration was over, I began to feel odd. Remorse, regret, whatever it was, was ruining the experience. From the way Sam was looking, he felt the same. In fact it was hard to even meet his eyes. What had we done?

The only feeling that came close, was once when I was very young and I'd been to a birthday party. We had been given a cake that was delicious, and I couldn't get enough of it. So I had taken most of my sister's piece too. She'd started to cry, and as soon as I had eaten all of it, I began to feel sick. Not only sick to my stomach but inside my mind as well. How could I have taken her treat away like that? It wasn't fair.

And what we had done to Patrick hadn't been fair either. I felt like some kind of pervert.

Sam and I never referred to the incident again, but soon after, as soon as Patrick's folks came back from their trip, we gave notice and moved away. I went away to another town, Sam moved across town to an apartment building, and I heard Patrick went away to college.

All this happened some years ago, and even now I can hardly think about the incident without feeling saddened by my own selfishness.

Yesterday I ran into Sam at a lunch restaurant. At first I thought he would just look away, pretending he hadn't seen me. But his face lit up, and he smiled warmly. I invited him over to my table for a drink, which he accepted. To begin with, the conversation was hesitant, but soon we fell back to our old rapport.

Now I remembered something else about that time. How much we really loved each other. And how well we got along. Perhaps we had been hasty in breaking up, no matter what we had done. We might have been able to talk things through, and settle the matter once and for all.

But we both knew that the thing would never be settled until we made amends with Patrick, the real victim of that night. Even if he had treated us rather shabbily. But his hormones must have been raging. So maybe most kids his age would have done the same, or at least wanted to.

By now that incident would have faded into insignificance. If only we hadn't gone overboard with all that punishment crap. The truth was that I had been eyeing the guy covetously ever since I first saw him.

And maybe Sam had had issues to deal with that I didn't even know about. Why did I have to open that door? If I hadn't, maybe he would never have discovered his penchant for kinky sex games.

When I met Sam the other day, I could hardly resist asking him if he had been into that kind of thing since we parted. I knew I hadn't. All I'd had in that time was two very casual things, plus a half-hearted relationship that didn't last much longer. All very straight and one on one.

It would have served me well, if only I had been more in love with the guys. So what I had been missing in these years wasn't the kinky stuff. It was the love, the passion we had shared. Not just me and Sam, but the vibrations I had picked up from Patrick. That night, and all the time we were staying in that house.

Thinking about all this has made me come to a decision. I will call Sam again. Tonight. We'll get together again. He did tell me he was still single, so there shouldn't be a problem about me seeing him again. But the big question is, will I have the courage to call Patrick too?

I never quite lost touch with him in all this time. Through friends of friends I have managed to keep track of him, without actually making contact with him directly. I know he hasn't had a girlfriend in all this time, dates, but not actual relationships. 

Considering what we did that night, it wouldn't have been surprising if he had been involved with guys. But his room mate seemed to be a very straight guy, constantly chasing women all across campus. Not only students, but teachers and local women working in shops and bars.

Things will be different now. Neither one of us is a kid anymore. Whatever happens now will be between consenting adults. Something tells me that both guys will enjoy a repeat experience. I think I will too. If I can handle the pressure. Jealousy, doubts, disgust at my own weakness. All of that. But still, I think I will call. Tonight. To both of them.

As I write these last lines, I can hear the phone ringing. Could it be that one of them already has the same idea? I can't wait to find out.

FIN

© Dominica Tell



Crime And Punishment



There are all kinds of people that come into my store, and luckily in this part of town I don't have to watch everyone too closely. I just have a small convenience store in a medium sized town in the middle of the 'burbs, just a few blocks from the freeway. I do all right for money, and as a single guy working long hours before going home to the apartment attached to the back of the store, my expenses are quite low. However, it also means I have no social life.

Two days ago, this suspicious-looking girl came in, and I think she stole a few things. Right at closing time last night this same girl came in, and this time I kept a good eye on her. As she moved around the store, I couldn't help but notice that she slipped a few things into her pockets. I also couldn't help but notice that she could be absolutely beautiful, she just needed a little cleaning up.

Right then I decided that she needed help, not an arrest. She just struck me as someone that I may be able to help. As she headed back to the front of the store, I knew she was going to make a run for it. I stood in front of the doors, and she did not see me until the last second. She was looking around for me by the register, and actually had her hand out to open the door when she saw me just in front of her.

She froze as I grabbed the wrist she was holding out to me. "Oh Shit!" was all she could find to say.

"Listen here" I said, "you are about to make a big mistake. If you go out that door, I have you on camera shoplifting from my store. I won't call the cops if you put the stuff back that you were going to take."

For a second I thought she was going to run, but she didn't. Her whole body was locked and I could see the struggle in her face to keep from crying.

"Please mister, please don't call the cops on me. I'm just hungry, that's all. I don't have any money, I'm in a bad spot, and all I want to do right now is to survive."

"Fine, just go put the stuff on the counter over there and will see what happens."

She made no noise as she went to the check-out counter. She put her head back, nose in the air, and squeezed her eyes closed, as if to will them into staying dry. She was starting to lose the battle to not cry, one tear was making it's way down each cheek. Slowly, she put the items from her pockets onto the counter.

At first, I had figured her for some punk, but she seemed to be telling the truth. All she had was basic food supplies with a few first aid items, and there was only around $20 worth of merchandise.  When she finished putting everything up, she put her hands on the edge of the counter and put her head down.

She started talking to me, softly and hesitant at first, but gaining strength as she went. "My name is Amy, and I ran away from him five days ago, and now I just want to survive."

"I'm sure you don't want to hear some damn sob story, or some stupid excuse for stealing from you. I'm not just another punk kid. I ran away from an abusive boyfriend, and I'm trying to stay hidden from him. I can't let him find me, but I can't get out of town. I'm scared and don't know what to do."

This sounded a bit far-fetched, but it kind of felt like the truth. I don't know why, it just did. 

I was nothing but questions. "So why did you run away from him? And why can't you leave? Why are you stealing food instead of trying to go home? Don't you have friends?" 

"He's a cop, and he is an abusive asshole. He's got friends watching the train and bus stations, he's got people watching for hitchhikers on the freeway, and I know because I've seen them. I don't have friends or family anywhere around. I moved out here with him a few months ago after meeting him on vacation, and I was escaping another boyfriend. It was just about the sex and protection"

"The other guy was abusive to me. This cop asshole found out I liked some kinky stuff, but now he's taking it way too far. He won't stop, and he has gotten worse. It would have killed me to stay there."

Not knowing why I did it, I took this opportunity on a whim.

"Tell you what, miss, I have a deal for you. Since you came clean with me, I won't call the cops. And let's just say for a minute that I think most of your story is real, and I will trust you. For now. But there is a price you must pay."

"For every item you take from my shelves, you have to trade it for a piece of the clothes you're wearing."

She thought about it for a minute, then pushed everything on the counter out of the way. She picked up a box of crackers, showed it to me, and put it down on the counter. Then she tossed her jacket on the floor. Then she traded a bottle of juice for her shoes.

As she traded her shirt for a bottle of aspirin, he saw she had a blue lace bra, but also saw her perky nipples making points in the front of it. By the time she got to her matching lace panties, I wasn't sure, but I thought the crotch was a .bit darker blue. Was this turning her on as much as it looked like?

"Tell me the truth girl, how much is this turning you on?"

"Sorry, it's a weakness of mine. My ex found out that I liked minor humiliation, but only during sex-related stuff. You shouldn't do this. You should be careful. Please stop."

Like hell I would! "No, you wanted to steal, now you have to be punished. Keep going. You aren't done until I say you are."

She hung her head and stifled a sob, but reached back and take off her bra. She put her arm across her chest as the strap fell free. The shoulder straps slipped down, but she didn't let them fall, just holding her bra to her as her eyes pleaded with me. "Sir, do I really have to continue?"

I just stared at her. "Yes, keep going. You will trade that bar of soap from back there for the bra. Take your hands away and let it fall."

Still holding the bra to her chest, she pulled her arms back through the straps, so it was only held on by her hand. 

"Let it fall I said" I ordered her.

Her hands fell, and they were followed by the bra. It held on to her breasts only for a moment. They were smaller, maybe only a B cup, but they were perked up, and went out slightly to the sides. They could only hold it up for a second, and it slipped away, falling to her feet.

She gasped quickly, and her eyes closed as her head moved back a bit. The tears were long gone, and her cheeks had turned red She was breathing deeply, and her chest was starting to turn a bit red with the excitement she was feeling. Her small brown nipples were fully standing out from breasts.

Starting to get into it myself, I ordered her to pinch her nipples. She didn't open her eyes, but brought up her hands with no hesitation. She just took her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, squeezing them, and rolling them between her fingertips. Her mouth opened a tiny bit as she let out a small moan.

Not wanting to interrupt this, I tossed a package of candy on the counter. It landed with a 'thump' and it made her jump. "That's for your panties. Take them off and kick them away"

"Yes sir" she fairly breathed.

Rubbing her hands from her breasts down her body, they stopped at her panties. I saw now that I wasn't imagining it before, there positively was a dark spot from her pussy. Wagging her hips a little, she pushed them down slowly. She stopped them at her knees. Bent over halfway, her arms pressed to her sides, with her boobs pushed together. It took all the effort I could muster to not go over and grab ahold of them.

She stood up and wiggled her legs to get the panties to fall. One foot came out, and they laid on the other foot. She kicked her foot out, launching them towards me. She stood before me completely naked. She opened her eyes and looked me square in the eye, but I couldn't keep eye contact, I was exploring her body, from her pretty little face to her shaved pussy.

"You aren't quite done yet, lean back on the counter. Yes like that. Spread your legs a little more. Let me see your pussy. Yes, good. Put your hand on it. Pull your lips apart a little. Now tease your clit Just a little bit more." 

I don't think she could her me anymore. Her eyes closed, moaning softly, and was only concentrating on the fingers playing with her pussy.

"HEY!" I yelled. I had another idea. "No, you need to stop no, you are not allowed to cum just yet."

"You have been out for a few days now, right?"

She nodded.

I pointed to a few things on the counter, and I grabbed a few handfulls of stuff from the shelves she had not scavenged from. Locking the front door and turning over the 'Closed' sign, I pointed for her to head towards the back room. As we went through, I turned off the main lights to the store.

Through the back of the store, by the side of the stock room, was my apartment. I pointed her to the bathroom, and came in behind her. I tossed the things I was carrying into the bottom of the bathtub, and pointed for her to do the same.

"Sit on the edge of the tub, girl." 

She did so, and some the fear on her face I had seen earlier started to come back. I knew she thought I was up to no good, but I really was doing this on a whim. I knew what she needed, and what I wanted. Maybe this could work out good for both of us.

"So you said you are on the run, right?"

"Yes sir" she said meekly.

"Well I have a deal for you. You have already earned some groceries. Right now you can earn a shower and a place to stay for the night. It all depends on how bad you want to say away from the ex of yours. What do you think?"

She did not answer me, she just got up and stepped into the shower. "Master, I would like a shower. I can't be found, so if it pleases you, maybe I can work off spending the night inside."

Turning on the water to the tub, I caught a brief smile. As I unbuttoned my shirt, my mind was full of ideas. This would turn out to be an interesting night after all.

After what I felt had been long enough, I walked into the bathroom to check on her. She was still in the shower, and she was just finishing rinsing all the soap and shampoo off her, but she did not see me yet. As she was finishing washing out her hair, I was struck by how beautiful she was. 

She came up to just above my shoulders, medium-length red hair, and an ass that just begged for my hands to roam all over it. Her boobs were kind of small, probably about a B-cup, but they looked great, just a bit perked up, and the way they jiggled when she moved told me they felt just the way I liked them to.

She screamed a tiny bit when she realized I was standing there watching her. She started to say something, but I cut her off. "I am just enjoying the view, you have an incredible body. And we have some unfinished business to attend to."

I know I caught the twinge of a smile as she lowered her head and replied "Yes Master."

Leaning in to turn off the shower, I saw something that had not yet been done. "Slave" I called, picking up on her way of talking to me, "I let you use my shower, and I gave you razors and shaving cream, why haven't you shaved your legs yet? Why haven't you shaved your pussy yet?"

She bowed her head further. "I am sorry Master, I did not move fast enough when I was cleaning up for you. I will do it now."

"No you won't. Give the razor." I said.

I could see the fear come back into her eyes, but ignored it. I had done this before with an ex-girlfriend, I was almost a pro with the razor. 

"Now give me the shaving cream."

Head down, and avoiding my glare, she handed me the can.

"Now lay down in the tub and give me your left leg."

As I sat on the edge of the tub, she lay down, trying to modestly cover herself, but I slapped her hands down, shaking my head. I held out my hand for her leg, and she gave it to me, but tried to cover her crotch, but I just shook my head again. I was going to make sure I got a good eyefull, and to make sure she was following all my rules.

Lathering up her leg, I noticed that she was starting to dry off. Well, except for one place. I was starting to wonder if she was still into the role, but this was the only answer needed.

Her face relaxed as I moved the razor in long slow strokes, taking care of her leg. Finishing the first one, I put her leg down so she just gave me the other one without my asking. Worried that she may fall asleep, I stopped just as I finished her second leg. She noticed and opened her eyes.

"Is something wrong, Master?" She asked.

"Just wanted to make sure you're not sleeping, it's not time for that yet. Now slide down in the tub to the faucet to wash your legs."

I got her cleaned up, and she started to move back up, but I stopped her. Turning up the water twice as far, I said "Now move down more. Your pussy is wet, and it needs to be cleaned."

She moved herself down, putting her pussy right under the running water. I ordered her to play with herself, so she did, but hesitantly. That only lasted so long, as she quickly became more interested. Both hands were down, making sure she was getting the best of it.

She pulled apart her swollen lips, moving to get her clit right in the middle of the water coming down. Her other hand was reaching around her ass, with her fingertips just able to reach her pussy. With slow strokes, and she was rubbing the outside edges of her hole. She started thrusting in two fingers, going one joint deep, and pulled them back out, moving them faster and faster.  

Wanting to be part of it, I reached down and started massaging her breasts. She gasped as I touched her, her eyes opening only for a moment. She squealed a bit when my hands moved to pinch her nipples.

"Oooooh Master, Oooooh master! Don't stop, please!" she moaned to me

Her arms pushed closer together, squeezing her boobs together. Her nipples had just started rising when I grabbed her breasts, and now they were rock hard. I was no longer touching her breasts, just holding on to her nipples. Slowly at first, I started moving them around, making her breasts jump a little. When she said nothing, I went a little further and faster. Her boobs where now jumping like I was fucking her.

I saw her hands stop moving as her face and chest started turning a brighter red color. Her hips lifted up off the floor of the tub, getting better access to her clit for her fingers. She was breathing hard, softly moaning, and her hands were stroking fast. As the wave of orgasm washed through her, she tensed up, her mouth shaped like an "O" as she tried to stay quiet.

She fell back onto the floor of the tub, trying to get her breathing back to normal rates. Finally she opened her eyes and stared at me. "Master, that was incredible, I haven't ever thought to do it like that, I think I need to take more baths."

After giving her time to calm down, I cleaned her and rubbed on the cream to finish shaving her. There wasn't much to do, and that was a good thing. By the time I finished shaving the small amount of bush hair, she was starting to get wet on again.

"Turn on the water and get under the flow, let it run on your pussy."

"Yes Master, gladly!"

Turning her attention to her new toy, I took the opportunity to take my clothes off quickly. She gasped as I stepped into the tub with her.

"Master, what are you doing?"

I ignored her as I knelt down near her, my knees on either side of her head. My cock was already getting hard as I leaned towards her face.

"Master, what are..."

"Quiet! Just put your feet up on the wall and focus on the water running onto your pussy." I interrupted.

I lightly hit her face with my cock, and she moved her head, trying to get out of the way. My legs stopped her from moving too far, but to keep her still, I grabbed her around the neck.

"Keep your head still." I ordered.

I hit her a few more times, and grabbed a bit tighter around her neck.

"Keep moving and you will be punished more."

"Yes Master, I will stop mov ..... aahhhg mmpppf"

She stopped talking as I suddenly shoved my cock between her lips. I could feel it pushing back on her tongue. I could feel the vibrations as she tried to talk around my engorged purple head in her mouth.

Maybe she was acting scared and hurt, but the way her nipples sprang to attention told me to do more. She climaxed almost instantly, her hips arching, and I could hear and feel that she was trying to moan. It was a shorter one than last time, and she stopped squirming after about only 10 seconds.

Forcing her head around quickly, she made my cock pull out of her mouth, and she took a few deep breaths. She sat up to turn off the water, then hugged her knees to her chest.

I couldn't believe that she stopped, I did not tell her to stop. I moved around her and sat on the edge of the tub next to her.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled her head back to me.

"Put this back in your mouth. Don't take it out again until I tell you to."

She turned to me and got ahold of my cock, guiding it back into her mouth. I got two handfuls of hair that I used to pull her face onto my cock. I didn't get the traction I wanted since her hair was wet, so I just put my hands around the side of her head.

After the show I was getting, I knew it would not take long for me to finish up. Only about two minutes later, I could feel the pressure building. I just held on tighter, and pulled her face up closer, burying the head of my cock into the entrance to her throat. She started squirming, pushing back against me. I pulled back just for a moment so she could get some air, then pulled her head back to me, smashing her nose on my stomach.

Holding tight to her, I started to cum. My cum was running down her throat immediately. She started to choke on it, and she pushed back a little. I would let it slide this time, and as she was coughing, the last few streaming pulses of cum launched onto her chin and onto her chest, 

"Get back up here and lick it clean, Slave. Finish it all and right now. Rub my balls and drink the rest of my cum."

"Yes Master. Mmmm"

A few minutes later I got up and went out to the bathroom doorway.

"I can put you up for a few days, but you will pay. You will continue be my slave. Are you interested?"

"Yes Master. I do need a place to hide out for a few days. I will be glad to serve you every way I can."

"Good, then it's time to go to bed, I have to wake up early in the morning. Follow me."

Not really sure how to continue the master/slave relationship, my attitude slipped and I became human for a moment. With my new slave following behind me, we went to my bed. I pulled back the blankets and ordered her in. 

Turning off the lights, I went to get into bed. Before I could even lay down, I could hear her breathing change and knew she was asleep. Enjoying the feel of a beautiful naked woman in my bed, I pulled in close, and I was not far behind in going to sleep.

The last thing I could think of was a jumble of thoughts as to what interesting things we could get into over the course of the next few days. 



Crime and Punishment



I hadn't belonged to him for all that long, yet, from the beginning, the rules had been simple and definite. Near the top of the list, I was not allowed to masturbate in any way without express permission. That also happened to be the rule I had the most trouble following. Unfortunately, I also had difficulty not admitting to having broken that particular rule. 

For some reason, I was always so sure he would want to hear all about it, want to see photographic and video proof. Every time I even so much as fingered my clit, I took a picture or recorded it. Then I would call him up, happy as a clam, and proclaim that I had some new evidence of my desire for him and all that he did to me. Usually he would immediately rebuke me, tell me he was disappointed, and then the next time we would meet he would punish me. 

Every other time this had happened, it was usually a spanking, sometimes with a paddle or crop instead of his bare hand, but always within my pleasure limits. Almost like her was encouraging me to break the rules. Sometimes, he would make me get on my knees and service him, but again, always within my limits. 

He would let me take my time, swallow him slowly, run my hands over his belly and ass cheeks, drag my nails lightly down his scrotum, and he would never force himself into my mouth. During these "punishments" he would invariably give me some sort of sign or word that he was going to cum so that I could prepare for it. 

I swear, he always knew if I was in the mood to swallow his load, or have it streamed onto my face and tits, because he would do the opposite of that preference when the time came; the only real indication that it was anything approaching a punishment. 

Whether it was "forced" oral, or a spanking, or both, he would pepper the whole experience with commentary about what a bad girl I was, how I needed to be taught a lesson, how sluts can't be left to their own devices (thus the basis for the rule in the first place), how I belonged to him and therefore was required to ask permission to play with his toys. 

These lectures always made me feel good. It showed that he cared about me and how I occupied myself when he wasn't around. Then, one day, things changed, though I didn't realize it at first.

I'm not sure what brought on the change. Too many times testing the limits perhaps. Or maybe just a particularly bad day at his work. I may never know. 

What I do know is that that day, when I called him to tell him about this glorious video I had just finished making, which involved a thick dildo buried in my pussy and rather lengthy butt plug being slowly pushed and pulled in and out of my ass, not to mention the leather collar around my neck with attached nipple clamps, or the ball gag between my teeth to keep me from alerting the neighbors to what I was doing, all that was on the other end of the phone was silence. 

After a few moments pregnant with tension, he simply told me in a low, threatening voice, that I was to make my way to his residence immediately. He then hung up without another word. Realizing that he might actually be upset with me this time, I went to my closet and put on his favorite slutty outfit, sans any kind of underwear, threw on a long coat, grabbed my keys and left my apartment.

When I got to his house, he was waiting for me. He opened the door and stood back, indicating that I should enter. As I did, he closed the door behind me and locked it. I hadn't even made it to the middle of the room when he walked up behind me, grabbed me by the hair and forced me down to my knees.

So quickly I barely had time to register, he moved in front of me, unzipped his fly and pulled out his already rock hard cock. His hand still in my hair, he tilted my head back, growled at me to open my mouth, and as soon as I complied, shoved his thick length in to the hilt. 

Needless to say, I was not prepared. I gagged a bit and a few tears sprang to the corners of my eyes but I didn't resist. I began to reach up with my hands to fondle his abdomen as I usually did while sucking him off, but he looked down and told me harshly to place my hands on his thighs and not move them. 

I did as I was told and then proceeded to concentrate on timing my breath to his thrusts so that I wouldn't pass out. In his agitated state, he was done quicker than usual. The whole thing only lasted a few minutes before he pushed all the way into my mouth a final time and exploded into the back of my throat. 

I'm not sure how I managed to swallow it all without choking, but one glance at the look on his face told me that I should not dare to let any of his load leak from between my lips. When he was done, and satisfied that I had swallowed it all, he pulled out of my mouth, but retained his grip on my hair. 

He looked down at me and told me that now I was going to find out what real punishment was. He released me and stalked away into another room, calling to me without looking in my direction that I was to go to the play room and prepare myself for a spanking. 

Knowing what this meant, I quickly got up, and moved to the room in the basement outfitted for our particular type of activities. I removed all my clothes except my thigh high stockings and garters, went over to a waist high table with a cushioned edge and bent over it spreading my legs to a bit past shoulder width apart.

He kept me waiting for a while before coming into the room silently. Usually this is when he started talking, telling me what was to come. How he would spank my ass until the cheeks were beet red and how he would make me beg for his cock until finally he relented and fucked me until I screamed with the sheer pleasure of it. 

This time he didn't say a word. He just walked in, came over to me, tilted my head back and pushed a ball gag into my mouth. He then pulled me by my shoulders into more of a standing position, reached around, and slipped a set of clamps onto my already rock hard nipples. Then he tightened them considerably further than he usually started with. 

I screamed a bit into my gag but he barely seemed to notice. He pushed me forward again until i was fully bent over the table, then pulled my arms behind my back and locked them in place with padded handcuffs. 

Following this, he went to a cabinet in the corner of the room and removed several items, bringing them over to the table. He warned me that this was not to be like any of my other punishments; that this time I would learn my lesson, and without any warning he whipped my ass cheek with the riding crop.

I can't say he hit me harder than he ever had before, but he definitely had always worked up to that level in the past. I jerked a bit and screamed into my gag, more surprised than actually hurt.

He didn't give me any time to recover my senses before he was raining down blows on my soft skin. Despite my penchant for pleasurable pain, I began to tear up again as it got to the limits of what I had previously been able to handle. It felt like it lasted forever. 

In reality probably ten minutes passed before he slowed his blows and finally stopped. I had just started to breathe a sigh of relief when he reached forward with one hand and pulled one of my ass cheeks toward the side, exposing completely my tiny hole. I didn't even have time to tremble in trepidation when a stinging slap from a thin, rounded rod landed directly on my anus. 

Without me realizing, he had put down the crop and picked up this stiff, whip-like instrument and began whipping my delicate ass hole with it. I was screaming though my gag and writing about on the table and making a whole big production out of this before I settled down long enough to realize that he was deliberately not whipping me hard enough to hurt or do damage. 

In fact, it was a pleasant pain, just a previously unknown one. Once he realized that I began to like it, he increased the force behind his blows until I was once again close to sobbing. It was around this time that I realized my pussy had gotten so wet from my punishment, that my juice was flowing down the inside of my thighs. 

He must have realized this also, as he paused, ran the end of the rod along my leg to moisten it, and then resumed spanking my hole. Ah, the sweet torture of it. It hurt more then, of course, but for as much as I was crying through my gag and struggling, I was also silently begging him to continue, to whip me just a little harder. I rather hoped that this would become part of our regular routine. 

Heaving a sigh a few minutes later, he stopped, dropped the rod, and simply stood behind me. He then picked up a bottle of lube off the table, poured some onto my abused rosebud, and began to massage my aching hold with his fingers. He swirled the lube around, then pushed some inside my tight little ass, sawing his fingers back and forth in a hypnotic motion. 

Seeing as how one of the first things we tackled when I became his property was to loosen me up so that I could not only handle, but enjoy anal sex, I was loving his current ministrations. Again, I must have stopped paying attention to what else he was doing behind me, because he hadn't slipped his fingers out of my ass for more than a second when his thick cock suddenly plunged into my ass with one forceful thrust. 

Thankfully he was fully lubed up, and it felt like heaven, but I screamed into my gag anyways, knowing how he liked that sort of token resistance. 

He immediately went to work fucking me as hard as he could, giving no consideration to how I would have wanted him to do it. Incidentally, his hard, deep, quick, almost machine like motions were exactly what I was craving. The feel of him sliding in and out of my freshly abused hole only adding to the pleasure. 

Within a few moments I came, cream oozing down my thighs. He reached down and scooped some onto his fingers, and I knew he had taken his hand to his mouth to lick it off. It only made me wetter. He continued to fuck me as hard as he could, venting all his frustrations on my tight, prick-hugging hole. 

Having cum less than a half hour before, he lasted a long time in my ass. I think at one point I might have passed out from the intensity of the sensation, but being the excellent kind of dom that he was, he made sure to pour on more lube anytime my hole started to give resistance, and continued to use me solely for his pleasure. 

I think that's why we get on so well; we both really just want him to take his pleasure from me in any way he pleases. At one point, he reached forward to tighten my nipple clamps, drawing a new round of sobs from behind my gag, then she loosed my handcuffs and pulled them off. 

Now that I could use my arms, I placed them on the table in front of me to give myself leverage and began to push back to meet his demanding thrusts. Giving myself over to the pain and pleasure, I let myself sob through the gag. It's sort of like being on a roller coaster. You know it won't do you any good, but you scream because it feels better that way. Plus, I know he likes to hear me whimper and sob as he uses me, so I indulge him

. Really, I'd indulge him almost any pleasure, but it's especially nice that this one benefits us both. I think I came again at some point, I was so overwhelmed by sensation, I can't be sure. It must have been close to an hour later than he finally tightened his hold on my hips, pulling me back, all the way onto his shaft. 

He placed one hand on the small of my back and pushed me down into the table to hold me still, then thrust a few more times, abruptly reached forward and grabbed me by the throat, pulled me back a bit as he flexed his fingers around my neck and almost roared in my ear as he emptied shot after hot of scalding hot cum deep into my ass. Maintaining his hold at my throat, be moved his other hand to the table next to my shoulder, leaned down, and with his cock still buried inside me, asked softly if I had learned my lesson. I nodded vigorously, secretly thinking that I needed to find something that would push him to abuse my pussy this same way. 

I was debating in my head whether I wanted him to spank my clit the same way he was whipped my asshole, in fact, had just decided I would definitely like that if it were with a slightly wider instrument, when he pulled back a bit, pulled out of my ass, and before my hole could start to shrink, shoved a large plug into me to hold in his cum. 

He then reached down and slipped two fingers inside my sopping pussy before resuming his hold on my throat. Still speaking softly, he informed me that not only was my punishment not over, but that if I ever disobeyed him again, I would be begging for a repeat of this episode instead of what he would give me at that time. 

I promptly decided that I would definitely have to break the rules more often, but also that I would have to find a way to do so less severely to ensure that my subsequent punishments were lessons just as valuable and educational as this one had been.



Crime and Punishment



Copyright 2009 by Zeta

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This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright.

Crime and Punishment is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincidental

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: Crime

Chapter 2: Induction

Chapter 3: Inducement

Chapter 4: Preparation

Chapter 5: Humiliation

Chapter 6: Auction

Chapter 7: Training

Chapter 8: Wedding

Chapter 9: Servitude

Chapter 10: Punishment

Epilog



Crime and Punishment

Book I of the Zax Trilogy

Translated into Archaic English by Zeta.

 Translators Note

This translation was undertaken as part of a thesis on archaic languages. The archaic period selected is the 21th century, as measured using pre-modern reckoning. The particular dialect chosen is the American version of English, as spoken and written during the period approximately 50 standard years either side of that millennium. Modern names and terms have been, where possible, translated into their archaic equivalents. Names and terms without equivalents have been assigned archaic expressions that (would have) provided an accurate linguistic description (in the translator's opinion) to individual's of that era. Fortunately, the text contains only minimal usage and discussions of modern devices and methods, greatly simplifying the translator's task in this area. As such, it is the firm belief of the translator that a native speaker of the chosen archaic era would readily understand and grasp, in its entirety, the resulting narrative contained in the text. Furthermore, the physical environment and social customs depicted are essentially timeless and, could, with minor adjustments to the technological instruments employed, have occurred in any era. In short (and using the archaic vernacular) the text is not a work of science fiction.

The translator would like to thank her advisor as well as the tireless work of her editor and the toleration of her friends and companions during the execution of this work. She would also like to thank the few existing readers of archaic languages for keeping the past alive and especially those who may encounter this text and take the time to read it. It is you few whom this text is dedicated, for you are surrogates to what unfortunately must remain a true science fiction fantasy: a reader from the pre-modern archaic era.

Zeta North American Federation, 2410



Justice is incidental to law and order.

J. Edgar Hoover

"The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons."

Dostoyevsky Prologue

Every century in human history has its various associated revolutions and epochs: the Age of Enlightenment in the 18th century, the Industrial Revolution in the 19th century, the Information Age in the 20th century, and the Genetic Revolution in the 21st century. The latter actually started in the 1950s with the discovery of the structure of DNA and accelerated after the mapping of the human genome in 2003. By the end of the 21st century sufficient advancement had been made so that cures for cancer and other stubbornly persistent diseases had been found along with cures for more mundane afflictions like the common cold and other viral infections. In addition it became possible to extend the average life expectancy by 200 years or more as well as prolong health, youthfulness, and vitality. Science was now finally able to engineer the human form eliminating deformities, improving intelligence, and enhancing physical appearance. The only area that was left untouched was human nature itself which remained unaffected, untouched, and most importantly untamed.

Despite man's ability to create wealth and prosperity and to enjoy the fruits of his labors, crime persisted and wars (although not large or global), still flared up across the planet taking thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands of lives at a time. Bad government and poor management still resulted in famines, genocide, pollution, and regional conflicts that offset many of the gains made by the latest advances in science and technology. In addition, as mankind began its first serious expansion outwards into the solar system, these problems increasingly threatened to interrupt the future prospects for developing the unlimited and untapped material resources that were finally within grasp. As the 22nd century dawned the focus of generic research shifted from the physical to the cerebral in an attempt to solve this last remaining problem. It was not sufficient to just improve man's body; his mind must also be enhanced if true progress were to be achieved. Thus began the New Age of Reason with scientists applying their knowledge and skill to improve the very nature of man's mind; genes and proteins responsible for aggressiveness and anti-social behavior were isolated and examined. The human genome was re-engineered to reduce, but not eliminate the worst of these traits. Bioengineers realized that a total solution was not possible. These same genes were also tied to inquisitiveness, curiosity, and intellectual drive. If eliminated, the race would flounder and die. So an acceptable engineering trade-off was sought and found. Or so it was thought.

The aggressiveness of the human male was identified as the culprit and as such would be decreased while that of the female increased. Not significantly, just slightly. The trade-off would be a slight increase in homosexuality in the general population. Rates would increase from approximately 10% to 15% among both males and females. However, the resulting reduction in aggressiveness, (especially among males whose late teen and early twenty age-group were responsible for most of society's antisocial problems), would dramatically reduce crime and war. The slight increase in female assertiveness would also serve to further reduce and check the remaining aggressiveness left in the male population as well as further empower women and their role in society (which had long been recognized as a positive and stabilizing force). Creativity and technological advancement was projected to slow by only 2%, on average. Overall population would decrease by 6% or so.

The risks and trade-offs being acceptable, the Decision to proceed was made. Within a generation, crime and war were dramatically reduced. In some cases, serious crime dropped to zero. Within another generation war became sporadic and many prisons were closed. No perceptible decrease in technological progress was noted, however homosexuality among the general population was slightly higher than projected, especially among females where rates reached 22%. Overall, these trade-offs were found acceptable and the world entered a New Golden Era of peace and prosperity unlike any before it.

But no miracle is perfect. Although disease and plague had long been eliminated, this was not because the cause had been annihilated but, rather because technology could rapidly find and counter new viruses and germs. It thus came as a great surprise in the middle of the 22nd century when the male population inexplicitly began to die suddenly and in great numbers. At first, the world remained calm believing that a solution would be engineered within a few days, if not hours just as it always had in the past. But this was not to be. Within 24 hours 20% of the male population died and concern began to rise. Within another 24 hours 50% of the male population was dead. Panic set in. All the resources of the world were brought to bear on the problem. Within a week a solution was finally found and the Great Plague completely arrested. However 95% of the male population was gone.

To prevent an unthinkable recurrence of another Great Plague the human genome was re-engineered again. The previous tinkering with humanities DNA had left a vulnerability within the new genes. This vulnerability was subtle and could have persisted for centuries or even millennia without incident, waiting for just the right combination of environmental random chance and human fault to trigger the defect. But fate had spun her wheel of chance early and a catastrophe had occurred sooner rather than later. In the resulting aftermath of relief and recrimination a foolproof solution was demanded. As is the case in such circumstances, the solution was both as heavy-handed as it was simple. Its consequences were also equally profound. Female assertiveness and aggressiveness was greatly increased while that of the male decreased still further. The result was a female population that was almost exclusively bi-sexual and heavily homosexual. Males became largely asexual. This combination was chosen to preserve the social gains of the New Golden Era while eliminating any chance of another plague caused by weak genetic pairings. The new genes were no longer susceptible to disease, man-made or otherwise.

Other forces were at work here also and had been since before the Great Plague. Women had come to enjoy their new more powerful roles. In addition, they also realized that the male population (which was increasingly viewed as having caused all of societies problems) was largely superfluous. Within the decade before the Great Plague, science had progressed to the point where reproduction now occurred almost exclusively ex utero. This had many advantages and few, if any, disadvantages. In fact, the need for a large male population had been eliminated from the point of view of reproducing the species. A relatively few males could insure sufficient genetic diversity to maintain the race as long as the female population remained large. Gender selection which had long been a matter of choice became an increasingly female choice. With their new sexual orientation, the vast majority of women choose to have more and more female offspring and as a result the overall male population had been dwindling for well over a decade. The net effect of the Great Plague was to accelerate this trend by exposing to society (what soon became known as) the Gender Crisis. The Gender Crisis however was not so much a crisis of numbers but a crisis of attitude. The female population was, increasingly, quite happy and quite willing to live without the company of its male counterparts. In fact, some argued (albeit sarcastically) that they had been essentially doing this for time immemorial. The male population on the other hand was largely apathetic and ambivalent to this shift in societal attitude.

The social momentum had therefore permanently shifted toward increasingly more female independence and power (especially political power). This occurred at the obvious expense to male influence, opinion, and political standing. Endless debates over the increasing female role and decreasing male presence within society ensued with members of both genders arguing vehemently on both sides of the issue. The Gender Crisis finally came to a head at the yearly Conference for Gender Affairs, when fate again intervened, with one of its more dramatic (and socially galvanizing) examples of meddling in human affairs. This Perl Harbor like incident had, as usual, an emotional impact that far outweighed its actual practical effect. For several years prior to this incident, several radical female political factions had been calling for the elimination of the entire male population. Their proposal was to stop all male births and over time, completely eliminate the entire male population through natural, if not accelerated, attrition. Enough male genetic material was to be stored to ensure the continuation of the species. At the start of the Conference this opinion was clearly and firmly in the minority. However three days into the meeting an unknown male terrorist group bombed the building where the Conference was taking place killing almost 1000 attendees (mostly male) and wounding several hundred others. Conspiracy theories appeared almost before the dust from the explosion had settled and demands to resolve the 'male-problem' once and for all gained such momentum that a political crisis was precipitated. War had been declared by the male population against the rising dominance of female political power. Unimagined violence (which had not been seen in almost a century) had suddenly exploded into the present, and once again it was the male population which was responsible for reintroducing such rough tactics into the debate. However society was not about to give up its hard won gains or be intimidated by what was clearly a small group of fanatics trying to strong-arm their way back into power. This would not and could not be tolerated under any circumstances. As a result the opinions of radical females once dismissed as too extreme and bizarre now began to be taken seriously by a growing number of those in the middle of the debate. The fact that a large number of males had been killed in the bombing further underscored the precariousness of the current situation in the face of uncontrollable and random events. What if another unforeseen disaster occurred that wiped out the remaining male population? Could the human species survive such a catastrophe? Demonstrations calling for the confinement and management of the male population swept through the streets surrounding the bombed-out conference building. Those in political power suddenly found themselves in the midst of a growing crisis of which they were rapidly loosing control. Clearly public opinion on the matter had shifted irrevocably to the right on this issue and a compromise must be quickly found before the more extreme elements in the debate prevailed.

The result was the Tiresias Compromise which placed the entire male population into a permanent conservatorship. The World Center for Generic Resource Management was created as the conservator and placed in charge of managing and overseeing the remaining male population. Its first act was to slowly round up all males and distribute them to reservations scatted strategically across the globe. Reproductive rights were stripped from all men. Male births were now tightly controlled and the male population decreased by natural attrition over time. This ensured that sufficient males were available to guarantee the genetic survival of the species while eliminating the possibility of a plague or some other disaster wiping them out. In this way a population of billions was slowly but surely reduced to a well managed and tightly controlled few thousand. Women could still freely and independently make decisions about having offspring including how many to have and when to have them, however the gender of all children would now be female. In the end, the males were relegated to the status of breeding slaves kept exclusively for reproduction purposes. The male chromosome was again tweaked to increase virility but males were henceforth kept in isolation and not allowed to contact (or even know about the existence of) other males.

The Tiresias Compromise effectively insured the continued survivability of humankind without any possibility of a return to its violent past. After a few generations, the existence of males completely disappeared from the social consciousness becoming a transparent and abstract reality. Although most women were aware (in principle) of the existence of males (now located in tightly controlled and heavily secured breeding colonies called Duenas), virtually none, ever saw or was allowed to come into contact with the male member of the species during their lifetimes. In effect, males cease to exist resulting in an all female society.

For the female population, this change ushered in a new renaissance of peace, material comfort, and prosperity. Without crime and war, and with the scientific and engineering advances of the last several centuries, even the poorest members of society were wealthy by the standards of previous centuries. However, human nature had not changed completely. Ego, selfishness, and the need for social status remained. These elements of the human id were controlled and kept in check by genetics and law, but nonetheless were still ever present. As the 23rd century began, a New Social Contract was created. Although government remained distributed throughout the world, the World Federation was established as a central authority and given the power to enforce and regulate the conduct of local governments and guarantee the rights of individuals and the prosperity of all. Over the next 70 years or so, new laws were put into effect and a new social elite with the power and status to govern took control. Individual rights and prosperity were established and guaranteed in both principle and fact. With these came the necessary laws and regulations required to insure order and fairness.

By the standards of past centuries the crime-rate in the 23rd century was so small as to be almost non-existent. Still it was not zero. The large reduction was due to the material prosperity provided to all and the genetic tinkering resulting from the Decision. The latter played a significant role in the types of crimes committed and treatment of crime in general. The genes of modern woman predisposed her to desire social status (just as in the past) but to shy away from overtly aggressive behaviors to attain her goals. In the rare cases where unattained goals resulted in a woman resorting to criminal methods these were almost exclusively non-violent white crimes whose sole purpose was to gain greater social status and wealth. However the number of women committing such crimes was small: only a fraction of 1% of the population. The obvious solution, prison, was rejected as relatively expensive to establish and maintain, and ineffective in deterring future anti-social behavior. Instead, the solution provided by the World Federation was to re-institute slavery in the form of the Servitude Laws as the punishment for all crime.

What had been expressly frowned upon in past eras was seen in the 23rd century as the single most effective deterrent to crime. However, this new slavery differed significantly in its application from that in past instantiations. Gone (for the most part) were the whips and chains, the brandings and physical mistreatments. These were replaced by public humiliation and a period of indentured servitude to the victims (or society). Relatively minor crimes were punished with public humiliation or short periods (anywhere from a day to a year) of personal service to the victim (where applicable) or public service. More serious crimes were punished with longer terms of service and the most severe crimes with a lifetime of service and an (almost) complete loss of rights. In the latter case, the offender effectively became a slave in the traditional sense of the word and was typically sold at public auction to the highest bidder with the proceeds used to compensate the victims and the government.

Indentured servants however were not completely without rights. Physical abuse for the most part was forbidden and under no circumstances could an indentured servant be physically injured, mutilated, or killed by her owner. In fact, the rights guaranteed to indentured servants varied with the severity of the sentence. Women sentenced to terms less than their lifetimes were termed servants while women sentenced to a lifetime of service were called slaves with the rights afforded each varying accordingly. For servants having short periods of servitude, most, if not all, legal and civil rights and personal freedoms were retained; the only obligation being to satisfactorily complete the service within the prescribed period. In general, however as the length of service increased, retained legal rights and freedoms decreased. For sentences lasting several years, the servant effectively lost most of her legal rights as well as her personal freedom. For slaves, all except the most basic rights to life and limb were lost as well as all personal freedom.




Crime and Punishment



Slavery had another more subtle benefit however. Since crime was rare, the number of women serving as slaves was small. Slaves were therefore rare, and like most rare things, highly valued and coveted. In effect owning slaves conferred significant social status on the owner. Slaves were in effect the Ferrari's, Lear Jets, and 100-foot yachts of the 23rd century and the competition to own them fierce not to mention expensive. As a result, slaves were almost exclusively owned by the most elite and wealthy members of society bringing the New Social Contract full circle and highlighting its consequences as well as its benefits to all.

The designers of the Servitude Laws and the New Social Contract were not content however with mere external influences such as social status and punishment to maintain the order. These had too often failed in the past, and despite the prevailing prosperity of the times, wealth and status were always relative things. As such, built-in internal mechanisms were required to reinforce these external controls. Once again, a bit of genetic tinkering provided the solution. Although the Decision had left women with unparallel personal power and confidence, these were checked by the usual cultural and sexual inhibitions euphemistically labeled the contrary virtues. Modesty, chastity, and humility were now hardwired. Although women remained sexually confident and free to choose their partners, marry or divorce at will, and otherwise engage in all forms of sexual behavior, whether singly, in pairs, or even in small groups, inhibitions that dampened immodest behavior were now genetically hardwired so as to reflexively reinforce the chosen societal norms and morality. Sexual activity therefore continued to be exclusively a private matter between consenting adults and conducted behind closed doors. Public nudity or sexual displays as well as pornography remained largely illegal and socially taboo.

The purpose of this tinkering (known as the Venkatesan Modification) however was not merely to control the public morals but to leverage these inhibitions as internal controls against discontent whether public or private. As such, this genetic hardwiring was accompanied by a predisposition towards making these taboo activities sexually stimulating. Thus for example, thoughts of appearing nude in public although personally frightening and humiliating were nonetheless accompanied by a small but nevertheless real thrill of sexual excitement that could be felt both physically and emotionally. The result was that a sub-conscious tension was established within the mind of each woman with regards to such anti-social behavior. This tension was then exploited towards the larger purpose of acting as an internal deterrent towards all types of misbehavior, by using the external act of public humiliation as part of the punishment proscribed for criminal activity within the Servitude Laws. Each woman was well aware of this tension both subconsciously and consciously. At the subconscious level fear and dread served to check desire and ambition. Consciously each woman knew the awful public degradation that awaited her if she chose to break society's rules in pursuit of personal gain. None could ever forget witnessing her first public humiliation.

Mandated by law as part of the civics' curriculum, all late-teenage school girls were required to attend at least one public punishment. There they witnessed the terrible spectacle of a convicted criminal being dragged into a public square, stripped naked, and exposed to public ridicule and physical punishment. The latter often consisting of spankings, whippings, and personal violations of both her body and her dignity. The result was to consciously reinforce the built-in mechanisms of the Venkatesan Modification. As such, each woman contained within her mind a self-reinforcing inhibition towards misbehavior. This internal check insured obedience to law and order (and most importantly the status quo) independent of external devices or controls. For the price of retaining a few sexual taboos and some outdated morality, peace and prosperity could now be guaranteed to all. Such is the material from which utopias and other golden cages are built. But cages work both ways.

With the New Social Contract in place, peace, prosperity and personal freedom guaranteed to all, and a new order of social elites firmly entrenched, the 24th century ushered in the first near utopian world in human history. Those who disagree are few in number and chiefly composed of society's outcasts and malcontents. They are rightly ignored. However there are others, albeit few in number, but nonetheless witnesses to the realities of this utopia, and their disagreement cannot be so easily dismissed. For they have experienced first hand both its wonders and its horrors and both are paradoxically yet unsurprisingly found in the same place. It is there that this near-perfect world is ruled with a cunning and subtle yet iron fist by an elite group of ruthless, fabulously wealthy, and equally powerful women determined to maintain and extend their control.

For the unfortunate few who witness and experience this first hand, life is a harsh contradiction where near-naked slaves live side by side with the fabulously rich and powerful; where manual labor coexists with interplanetary transports bearing untold wealth; where goods are casually dispensed and friendships even more casually betrayed; and where amorality is valued even more highly than the most precious metals or rare gems. To these few, under the ever watchful eye of a jealous and powerful elite, tormented by this spectacle of waste and moral poverty, there are disquieting and unanswered questions...  Chapter 1: Crime

Guilty! The words struck Erin like a thunderbolt leaving her in a daze. Time seemed to pause and the courtroom around her receded into the clear fog of unreality. Erin watched with detached interest as the legal drama continued to unfold in slow motion around her, like some awful overly exaggerated and contrived story on a low-budget vid. Clearly this can't be happening she thought, surprised by her lucid and suddenly unemotional calm. In the expanded moment, Erin thought back to the unbelievable and still confusing, set of events that had brought her to where she now stood.

A short month ago, she had been sitting in her office at World Life, one of the largest insurance companies on earth, when her executive assistant, Lisa, had flashed a virtual persona with a message into her office. Two officers from the world Financial Investigative Services were in the outer office asking to see her.

Surprised, Erin inquired, "FIS? Did they say what they want?"

Inquiries from the FIS were not unusual, since they performed routine auditing. However, audits were almost always arranged in advance. Surprise visits were uncommon. Lisa's persona looked at her with the casual innocence she found so endearing, and blinked. "No they didn't. But they seem very insistent on seeing you immediately."

"OK," replied Erin, "Send them in."

Two women, dressed in standard FIS gray walked in. "Erin Brooke?" asked the first.

"Yes," replied Erin. "How can I help you?"

"I am agent Sims and this is agent Estrada," replied the first woman. "We are here to inform you that a formal inquiry has been opened regarding World's account with Custom Genetics. Since you are the account manager, we would like to ask you some questions."

Erin was a senior vice president at World and handled several of the insurance company's largest and most important accounts. Of these, Custom Genetics was perhaps the most significant due to the company's size and influence. Erin had started at World four years ago, after graduating college, as an executive assistant and worked her way up, earning an MBA along the way. She was considered at twenty-six, a rising star at the company.

Taken aback, Erin said, "Inquiry? I don't understand, please explain."

"Can we sit down?" asked agent Estrada. "This may take a few minutes"

"Of course" replied Erin standing up and motioning the federal agents towards two plush red leather chairs. The FIS officers sat down and looked at Erin impassively. Erin blushed and said "Can I offer you anything? Coffee, tea?"

"No thanks" said agent Estrada answering for both of them.

Both agents resumed their patient silence waiting for Erin. Erin blushed again and brushed a strand of her straight raven black hair from in front of her green eyes and moved to sit down, smoothing her tight skirt against the generous hips of her hourglass figure, as she did so. "How may I help you?" she asked.

Agent Estrada spoke again saying, "One of our junior auditors discovered an anomaly during a routine audit at Custom Genetics about a month ago."

"Anomaly?" asked Erin, folding her arms over her large full breasts.

"Yes," responded Agent Estrada. "It seems that a sub-persona of our auditor found a small variance in the hyper-derivative of a Toplitz exchange referring to a credit transfer made approximately one year ago. Normally, she wouldn't have investigated, since the variance was within normal bounds. However we had received an anonymous tip a week before detailing a newly discovered fraud virus that leaves this kind of signature."

"Anonymous tip?" questioned Erin. "This is very unusual. We usually receive notices on fraud viruses from the standard reporting authorities. I am not aware of any such virus in the daily releases."

"That's correct." Agent Sims replied. "We were skeptical and so did not report this information until we had a chance to confirm the accuracy of the report."

"You must understand," added Agent Estrada, "that we receive hundreds of such reports a week, although they are usually not given anonymously. We do not release such reports unless we can confirm the information. In most cases, the reporters send sufficient information to make confirmation trivial. However, as a matter of policy and practice release of such reports without confirmation could lead to a substantial volume of false alarms and cause companies such as World to waste significant time and effort."

"In the worse case" added Sims "companies and individuals might start ignoring legitimate postings, with disastrous long term results."

Yes thought Erin, this made sense. Even in the 24th century teenagers and other mischievous persons were always trying to play a prank, gain publicity, or just plain disrupt the system. Some things would never change.

"So I take it you found out the report was true?" said Erin.

"Yes," replied Estrada. "We traced the transaction and found that, what appeared to be a 20 million loss, was actually a diverted deposit."

"Diverted?" asked Erin confused. "Diverted to where? What was the source of the 20 million?"

"Well" responded Sims, "The 20 million originated as an investment transfer from your office as part of a routine security roll over. We haven't found the destination yet. But we are working on it."

"How come Custom Genetics did not report this directly to us?" inquired Erin.

"We asked them not to" replied Sims. "We suspect criminal fraud and conspiracy and told them we would report the matter to you as part of our inquiry."

"You mean that you suspect someone inside World Life committed fraud?" asked Erin astounded. She had never heard of something like this happening at the company.

"No" stated Sims. "Until we can track to the destination of the funds, and determine there is truly a problem, we don't want to make any accusations. However we would like your cooperation since you are the account manager."

"Certainly" replied Erin. "You will have our full cooperation. If you can supply Lisa, my assistant, with the details, she will render any assistance you require. Is it alright if we investigate from our end also?"

"We can't stop you, of course," replied Estrada. "However, since this is a formal investigation, do not remove or destroy any records until we are done."

"Of course," replied Erin.

"OK then," said Sims as both agents rose. "We'll be in touch. Hopefully we can resolve this in a few days."

After the agents left, Erin asked Lisa to assemble the records for the Custom Genetic account and come into her office. She also informed her superior, Ellen Jackson, of the visit by the FIS agents.

"Start looking into this immediately and keep me informed" said Ellen.

"Already started; I'll let you know as soon as we find anything" said Erin.

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Sitting in her office a few hours later with Lisa, had left Erin more confused than ever. Worse, Erin was becoming concerned. They had been going through the transaction records for Custom Genetics during the period identified by the FIS agents trying to trace the funds in question. Lisa had found the initial transaction almost immediately. Some short-term investment bonds had matured and Erin had decided to transfer the funds to a slightly longer-term instrument, due to a slight rise in interest rates. The initial step in this process required transferring the 20 million to a Canadian bank. From there it should have been invested in the new securities when they became available within a few days. Instead, it appeared that the funds went into a rather high-risk short-term derivative where the principal was lost. From there the trail went cold.

Although 20 million was not a significant amount of money for a company the size of Custom Genetics (their stock value varied by at least an order of magnitude more each day), it still represented a considerable sum, especially from an individual point of view. Most women could easily retire and live very comfortably on such a sum.

Worse from Erin's perspective, her digital signature appeared on both transactions, essentially authorizing the transfer. "Lisa, are you sure you remember my transfer of authorization allowing you to make the purchase?" asked Erin.

"I think so," replied Lisa. "I believe you were busy that day and so was I. My personal log shows that we were in the middle of the proposal for the General Fission account at the time."

Erin's own log showed the same results. The proposal had been extremely important since General Fission was World's biggest client. Everybody had been busy. Great thought Erin, this made things even more difficult.

It was late and both women were tired. Lisa looked over at Erin and said "Don't worry, I'm sure it all has a simple explanation and will work itself out. You look tired Erin. What do you say we go and get some dinner?"

Erin wasn't as confident as Lisa about the final outcome, but she was tired. It had been a long frustrating day. "Yes, I suppose your right" she replied. "Close up and lets go, I'm getting hungry too."

*****

Lisa and Erin had more than a working relationship. Lisa had become Erin's executive assistant 18 months ago when Carol, her current assistant, had left to return to school. Carol still worked at World, but only part time, and this was insufficient for someone as busy as Erin. Lisa was 24 years old and two years out of college. She was a petite blond woman with full breasts and narrow hips. Lisa was also a very caring person and took an interest from the beginning in taking care of Erin. She was always bringing her coffee, reminding her of personal appointments, and so on. For her part, Erin could not help notice the attentiveness of her pretty young assistant. Eventually a combination of long work hours and a few shared confidences led to the inevitable office romance. About two months ago, Erin had asked Lisa to marry her in the spring, and she had accepted. The engagement ring on Lisa's index finger testified to their impending wedding. Although such office romances were quite common, their particular situation was highly unusual. This was chiefly due to Erin's age.

At twenty-six Erin was both accomplished and stunningly beautiful. This in a society where to be average was to be smart and where even the ugliest were good looking. The fact that two young women working closely together should become romantically involved was quite ordinary and in many ways expected. What was unusual was that Erin should choose a younger partner. Marriage did not have quite the same meaning or duration as it had in the ancient past. In fact, the institution had become simultaneously more complex and fluid (although its primary purpose of creating recognized heirs for the passing of property remained). As might be expected, women still married for all the usual reasons: economic stability, emotional support and companionship, and, of course, to have children. However stability, companionship, and childrearing had all taken on subtler and more intricate meanings within the institution. In general, most women now married twice in their lives, once when they were young (typically a few years out of college) and once when they were older (and near the zenith of their careers).

In her first marriage a young woman married a (significantly) older woman. Both women made a contribution of genetic material at a local WCGRM reproduction center, and (typically) raised a single child. The marriage, in general, lasted until the daughter entered a full-time boarding school, usually around age 12. In the intervening dozen or so years the older women acted as the economic provider as well as a life and career mentor to her younger partner (and to a lesser extent their offspring). This provided the younger woman an opportunity to be a mother without sacrificing her career goals. After the dissolution of the marriage both women would be free to go their separate ways. Of course, couples still shared the common bond of their daughter and most continued, at a minimum, a cordial and lasting relationship throughout the remainder of their lives.

Later in life and in the prime of her career, a woman would marry again for a second time. This time she would choose a younger partner and act as her provider, mentor, and coach. The second marriage afforded an opportunity to have a second child without the hassles of motherhood or interruption to career. In simpler and more practical terms every woman got the chance to be a mother and to learn from an older, more experienced woman. Later, she returned the favor by helping another younger woman just starting out. Although there was no official obligation to follow this pattern of marriage and remarriage, the vast majority of women by and large followed this model for practical and economic reasons.

It is from this perspective Erin's and Lisa's marriage was highly unusual. Ordinarily both women would have chosen older, more experienced partners or, alternatively, simply moved in together as lovers. Marrying someone so close in age provided no practical advantage and went counter to the established purposes of the institution itself. In effect both women were making a binding commitment while being unable to take full advantage of its benefits.

However Erin was an unusual person. At almost 27, she was more accomplished than most her age and finally ready to tackle her first major relationship (or so she thought). It was the latter point over which she fretted though. Career-wise she was years ahead of her peers; relationship-wise she was very tardy. Embarrassingly tardy in fact; for Erin was still a virgin, something that was also highly unusual for a woman her age. This is not to say that she was socially backward or awkward or even that she was not attracted physically to other women. Rather she had simply prioritized her life differently than most (or so she rationalized). Education and career had necessarily come first, even if it meant certain 'sacrifices'. Erin was known to be single minded and stubborn to the point of obsession when it came to achieving the goals she set for herself. And she had been exceptionally dogged in the pursuit of her career objectives. Now that she had achieved success in this area, it was time to work on her personal life.




Crime and Punishment



Although she hated to admit it, Erin knew that career goals were not the only reason she had not pursued her personal 'development' more vigorously. Being brutally honest with herself, Erin knew she was more than a bit uptight about her sexuality. Jokingly she told herself that Nina's Cut had taken a bit more than usual from her genes. Whatever the reasons, Erin knew that her sex life was far from typical. As a girl in boarding school she had refrained from participating in the usual teenage romances common among her peers. Intellectually, she dismissed the handholding, kissing, and early sexual exploration as 'silly' and a 'waste of time'. Emotionally she was intimidated by her budding sexuality and she felt too insecure to expose herself in this manner. In college matters only worsened. This was a time when young women actively engaged in free sexual exploration. Partners were sought out and women moved in together sharing both their studies and their bodies. Again, Erin had refrained from participating, telling herself that she was too busy to waste time on such frivolous 'extracurricular' activities. She would worry about such things later when she was done with college. The problem was, the longer she waited the more awkward her situation became.

Erin found herself increasingly cut out of the typical whispered, often silly, but sometimes serious, girl-talk and chit-chat that consumed so much of casual college life. It was not that she was actively excluded by the other girls from such talk, but rather that she had nothing to contribute to these 'discussions'. Worse, how could she admit that she had never had sex? This would be beyond embarrassing and might easily leave her vulnerable to gossip and some seriously vicious female college real-politick. Instead Erin found herself either changing the subject when matters of sex came up or quietly slipping away when the conversation turned to this topic. Although this left her susceptible to being labeled 'stuck-up', this was far better than the humiliating alternative of confessing her virginity. The only bright spot was that Erin knew that she was 'normal'. By listening to the other girls she found (rather embarrassingly but much to her relief), that she was also excited by all the sexual activities that they professed to so actively and enthusiastically engage in. In addition, Erin was an active and passionate masturbator (something which she did almost nightly, but would of course, never publicly admit).

To cope, Erin threw herself into her studies, privately masturbated, and shied away from gossip and embarrassing girl-talk. Surprisingly, Erin found that this strategy not only worked well but that it left her quite popular among her peers. Why, she was not exactly sure. Perhaps it was because she did not gossip or actively disparage others. Or maybe it was because she was a good student always willing to help fellow classmates with their work. Or perhaps as a non-player socially she was not considered as competition or as a threat. Or maybe it was all of these, none of these, or some combination. Whatever the reason Erin found herself well liked and well respected by her fellow students. In this way she muddled through college socially remaining a virgin.

Upon graduation she went to work for World. In some ways this relieved the social pressure on her. Unlike college, a large insurance company was socially a much more formal and mature place. There was still plenty of social politics, but they were almost exclusively directed towards business ends, not sex. In this social arena Erin was able to excel since her sexual hang-ups were irrelevant. And excel she did. However, with regards to her personal life, Erin had to admit that her situation was more precarious than ever. Being a virgin at 26 was not only unusual it was down-right odd. Only a small minority of women could make a similar claim and most of these were either cultists or religious fanatics; not exactly comforting company. Then Lisa had become Erin's assistant.

Lisa was not quite as bright or ambitious as Erin but she was kind and thoughtful and she seemed to genuinely enjoy working with Erin. As time went on, Erin found out more about Lisa through their natural daily intercourse at work. One day, Lisa came into work visibly upset. Erin could see that she had been crying.

"Are you OK?" inquired Erin, concerned.

"I'm alright" replied Lisa wiping tears from her watery eyes.

"Would you like the day off?" asked Erin. "Perhaps I've been working you too hard. The General Fission account has left us all a bit frayed. Truth is we could all use a break."

"It's not that" said Lisa bursting into tears.

Erin instinctively put her arms around her young assistant and said "It's OK. You can tell me about it if you want too. I'd be more than happy to listen."

What followed was a two hour recitation by Lisa of her life's story in which Erin learned (much to her surprise) that her assistant was the daughter of two rather strict members of a religious sect. This particular sect was known as the Marias and they believed in the sanctity of marriage and the purity of childhood and young adulthood. In practical terms, this meant a single marriage for life between two women who would raise their daughters to adulthood. Sex before marriage was forbidden as well as marrying outside the faith. Although this was very atypical socially, it was also quite ordinary. Thousands of such sects existed, many with philosophies far stricter and more bizarre than the Marias. Even in the 24th Century society was far from homogenous and groups of all kinds existed and thrived. In general this was view favorably, for the world would be a very boring place indeed if all women thought and acted alike. However, Lisa had realized in her late teens that the life proposed by her parents was very atypical and not one that she wanted for herself. Upon turning eighteen she had left home and gone to college, abandoning her parent's beliefs.

"I take it your parents were not happy with your decision to leave?" said Erin.

"No" said Lisa, calmer now that she had explained matters to Erin. "However we parted company on good terms and we have remained in touch."

"So alls well that ends well" said Erin.

"Not exactly" said Lisa. "Last night my mother called saying that she had found a partner for me."

"Partner like in marriage partner?" asked Erin.

"Yes" said Lisa.

"And I take it that...," started Erin.

"Yes, exactly. She even asked if I was still a virgin" said Lisa.

"I see" said Erin, becoming intrigued.

"I told her I was but that it was irrelevant. I did not want to marry yet and when I did it would be someone of my own choosing and most likely outside the faith. We got into a huge fight...and well you can guess the rest."

"Yes I suppose so," said Erin. "So what are you going to do?"

"Nothing I guess" said Lisa.

"A sound move, in my opinion" said Erin. "It seems that your parents love you despite their religious philosophies and I am sure matters will be smoothed over in a few days."

"I hope so" said Lisa.

"I am sure they will. Just be patient."

"OK" agreed Lisa.

That day at the close of business, Lisa came into Erin's office and said "I want to apologize for my outburst earlier today and to thank you for being so kind and listening to me and all that."

Erin smiled and said "Think nothing of it. I was flattered that you trusted me enough to tell me about it and yourself. If you ever need to talk again, my door is always open."

"Thanks for being so understanding" said Lisa. Then blushing slightly she said "Good night and thanks again."

As Lisa turned to go Erin said "Wait." She was truly flattered that her young assistant had chosen to confide in her. She was also touched by Lisa's story and impressed by how willingly the young woman had shared her secret with her, a secret that Erin also shared. There was something quite endearing about her pretty assistant and Erin said "would you like to have dinner together?"

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "Sure!" she said.

"Excellent" said Erin standing up and grabbing her jacket. "Let's go then!"

And so began her relationship with Lisa. Within a few months both women were spending all their free time together, or at least most of it. Erin had eventually confessed the secret of her virginity to Lisa. She had been extremely embarrassed at the time, but had forced herself nonetheless to 'come-clean'. Lisa listened but merely nodded and then quickly changed the subject. Later Erin realized that, given her background, Lisa had probably considered this unusual fact about her as quite normal. After all she was a virgin herself. As their relationship progressed, and it became clear to both women that they had become more than friends, the topic of moving in together (and all that this implied) came up.

"I'm not opposed" began Lisa. "However I want you to know that even though you might consider it silly, I want to save myself for marriage."

This surprised Erin and she said "Despite the fact that you abandoned your religion?"

"Yes. I know its ridiculous but, let's say I am just old fashioned."

"I see" said Erin, but she didn't. In fact Erin was quite frustrated and angry by Lisa's attitude. They were an ideal match and Erin found it ironic that she must respect the teachings of an oddball religion that neither of them believed.

"I can see you are upset" said Lisa. "I'm sorry. You've been so good to me and I feel bad."

"I'm not angry," lied Erin, but it was hard for her to hide her feelings.

"Perhaps we should wait and talk about this tomorrow" said Lisa.

"Yes" agreed Erin.

That night Erin did not sleep. Frustrated she masturbated but that did not assuage her anger or her hurt feelings. Tossing and turning in bed Erin thought the matter over. She had finally found the perfect partner and was at last ready to become sexually involved. She had assumed Lisa was ready also. In fact she knew Lisa was. But what was holding her back? Her adherence to and abandoned religion was merely an excuse. There had to be another reason. But what? It was all so infuriatingly frustrating that she wanted to scream!

The next evening when they were alone in Erin's residence, Erin broached the subject of living together again. "What's really going on Lisa? Tell me please!" begged Erin.

Lisa looked down and placed her hands in her lap, palms up. "I'm so embarrassed and scared" she began, tears falling into her open hands.

"What's wrong dear?" said Erin becoming anxious and concerned.

"I don't know how to tell you this, even though I've known it from almost the day we met" said Lisa looking at her wet hands.

"There's no need to be afraid" replied Erin, "you can tell me anything. We're friends, no more than friends, much, much more. Please tell me."

"Looking up with tears running down her face Lisa looked at Erin and said "I'm so sorry Erin, but I love you!"

"Oh god!" gasped Erin astounded yet again by the young woman's openness and honesty. At that moment Erin's heart melted and she knew the truth of Lisa's words. Yes, she loved this pretty young woman too!

Tears filled Erin's eyes and she said "It's I who need to apologize. I love you too Lisa but I lacked the courage to tell you."

Both women fell into each other's arms and soon they were both laughing and crying at the same time. After awhile Erin regained her composure and drying the tears from Lisa's face as if she were a child, Erin said, "what say you that we buy a ring tomorrow after work?"

Lisa was overjoyed and both women started laughing and crying again. "Yes, yes, yes!" Lisa repeated over and over again.

The next day Erin bought an engagement ring and placed it on Lisa's finger. News of the unusual engagement swept the office and, for once, gossip was not about business. Few at World knew however how truly unusual Erin's and Lisa's relationship was. Lisa still insisted on living apart, and more importantly 'saving herself' until after the wedding. This left Erin frustrated but she respected Lisa's wishes even though she thought they were ridiculous. In a few more months it wouldn't matter anyways. She had waited this long and a little while longer could hardly matter. In the mean time, she would just have to settle for masturbating; at least it relieved some of her frustrations and tensions.

The visit by the FIS agents however had only added to Erin's tensions. After eating dinner, Erin dropped Lisa off at her residence and, after a rather long and passionate good night kiss, proceeded to her own residence. The passion of the kiss and the frustrations of the day had left Erin sexually excited. Nina's Cut at work again, she sighed. After a quick shower, Erin proceeded to her bedroom where she removed some lubricating jelly and her vibrators from the nightstand near her bed. Throwing the covers on the bed back, she lay upon the bed on her back. Bringing her knees up, she grabbed the first vibrator, placed some jelly on it, and gently placed it in her rectum. Grabbing the second vibrator, she placed it directly into her wet vagina. Turing both instruments on, she rubbed her clitoris with her right hand while squeezing the nipples on her ample breasts. In moments, she climaxed with the first of several intense orgasms, letting out a small cry and several deep moans.

She always thought about Lisa while masturbating and tonight was no different. However, Erin had a kinky side. She also fantasized about being punished. Though she didn't realize it, what she really desired was to be humiliated. If she had thought about it more dispassionately, Erin would have realized the Venkatesan Modification at work. This was quite a common fantasy among women, though few stopped to think about it, and fewer still would admit to such feelings. Sexual mores were very advanced however, and just about anything went between consenting partners. That is, if one could find a willing partner. With the exception of the very wealthy, who could afford slaves, such kinky fantasies usually remained just that: fantasies. Erin was no different in this regard. Though turned on by such thoughts, she never dreamed of actually trying to realize them. Instead she masturbated while fantasizing about Lisa sexually punishing her. After her fifth orgasm, Erin removed the vibrators, rolled to her right side, pulled up the covers and fell into an exhausted, but relaxed sleep; her sexual energy expended.

********

Several busy days went by without Erin hearing anything from the FIS agents. She was beginning to feel that Lisa was right and that the FIS would just clear up the matter on their own. Her investigation had gone nowhere. Although Erin did not explicitly remember the transaction in question, it appeared that she had uncharacteristically bought a high risk investment instead of a safer one and as a result, the funds had been lost. The fact that the entire sum was lost and that the client had not complained was however very unusual, but nonetheless possible. The transaction records had of course, ended there since the funds were gone. Pressing business had prevented Erin from looking into the matter further (even though she was still troubled by the incident). Perhaps the FIS had made a mistake or they were satisfied with the information Lisa had sent them. Unfortunately, none of this turned out to be the case. Without fanfare, Ellen Jackson's virtual persona appeared in her office. Ellen was the senior president of the division where Erin worked, and Erin's boss.

"Erin," Ellen began. "Sorry for interrupting, but I need to see you immediately. Can you come over?"

"Sure," Erin replied. "What's up?"

"I'll tell you when you get here" said Ellen.

"OK," said Erin, "I'm on my way."

Ellen Jackson was a mature, no-nonsense woman and a damn good person to work for. She was both strict and fair. More importantly, she took a personal interest in each of her subordinates and tried her best to advance the career of each woman on her staff. Erin was one of her favorites, and Ellen had been instrumental in her rapid rise. Ellen had recognized Erin's ability and talent early on, giving her ever increasingly challenging assignments. Ellen had already been married once, and had hinted a few times that Erin might make a suitable partner in a second marriage. Erin however, was too consumed by work to consider such a move. Ellen was not offended by this; in fact her admiration for Erin only seemed to increase.

"Please close the door and sit down, Erin," said Ellen as Erin walked into her office. "I heard from the FIS today regarding that matter with Custom Genetics," began Ellen.

"Oh. Did they finally clear it up?" asked Erin.

"Far from it," replied Ellen looking grave. "They finally traced the money to its destination, a numbered account in Mexico."

"A numbered account? Whose account?" questioned Erin.

"Your account, I'm afraid." answered Ellen.

"What!" shouted Erin. "Impossible! I don't have any numbered accounts, especially in Mexico."

"Well, I hope not for your sake," said Ellen.

"Look, you've got to believe me. Our records show the funds in question were lost as part of a routine trade," said Erin. "I have no knowledge of an account in Mexico."

"I believe you," said Ellen. "However, the FIS has issued a detainment warrant against you. Don't worry; I have already posted bond, so you won't be bothered. In the mean time, we need to prepare for the judicial investigation. I am transferring this account to April who will supply the FIS with any further information they require as well as assume the management role."

"April?" asked Erin. "Can't Lisa take charge temporarily?" Erin disliked April and the feeling was more than mutual.

April was in her early thirties and heir to the Katz family fortune (or what was left of it). The Katz's were old money, very old money. The family had made its fortune two centuries ago during the height of the genetic revolution, and had played a significant role in developing the New Social Contract. However a combination of bad management and misfortune had depleted the Katz wealth so that by the time April was born there was little money left. Only the family name and reputation remained, but these were significant. April was another of Ellen's vice presidents but unlike Erin, she was haughty, snobbish, and very temperamental. Erin found her difficult to work with and unpleasant to be around. Erin knew that she was not alone in feeling this way. On the other hand, Erin had to admit that April was extremely competent and efficient and an excellent account manager. In truth, Erin's dislike of April was more personal than professional. April had made a couple of passes at Lisa and even offered to make Lisa her assistant. Erin of course, was not pleased by any of April's overtures, but had let the matter slide so as to maintain a professional rapport with her fellow vice president. However this did little to alleviate her dislike of the woman and Erin avoided April as much as possible. Fortunately this was easy to do since they worked in different business areas at the company.

"No" replied Ellen. "I know you and April dislike each other, but there are larger issues at stake here. First, as your assistant, Lisa is under your direct supervision. As your fiancée, she is also not a neutral party. The reputation of the company is at stake here. Our customers and the government are watching us. If we are not completely up-front and forth coming, World could be in serious trouble. Although this is not April's business area, she is more than neutral, and competent enough to handle the account till this matter is straightened out."




Crime and Punishment



Erin was forced, reluctantly to agree. "Good" said Ellen. "Karen?" said Ellen calling her executive assistant.

"Yes" came an almost instantaneous reply from Karen in the outer office.

"Send April in, please," said Ellen.

"On her way" came the reply.

"April, have a seat," said Ellen when April walked in a few moments later. "I'm sure you heard about the investigation concerning Custom Genetics."

"Yes," replied April, smiling slightly at Erin. "Is it true that Erin has been arrested?"

"Not exactly," said Ellen. "A detainment has been issued against Erin and the company has posted bond."

"So sorry," replied April insincerely. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes," said Ellen. "I'm assigning the Custom Genetics account to you until this is cleared up. You can get any information you need from Lisa, and if necessary, Erin. However, I want both of them kept out of any further involvement with this account. You are to assume full responsibility. As I just explained to Erin, the reputation of the company is at stake here. None of us can afford to mess up. Understood?"

"Absolutely," replied April.

"Good, then get going," said Ellen.

"I'm on it," said April as she left.

"Now," continued Ellen, "I want you to see the company counsel first thing tomorrow. Her name is Cassandra and she has been with World for years. She is one of the best corporate counsels in the business. If anyone can straighten this mess out, it's her. Until further notice, working to clear this up is your full time job. Lisa, and some of the other vice presidents can cover for you till this is over, which hopefully won't be long. Erin, I want you to know that I don't think you did anything wrong and that I will provide all the support I can."

"Thanks," replied Erin, starting to cry. "It's nice to have you on my side."

"OK, don't go soft on me now," said Ellen trying to look tough, but not quite succeeding as some of her liking for Erin showed through. "Get out of here and let's clear this thing up."

"I'll do my very best," said Erin as she left.

*********

Unbeknownst to Erin at the time, April had left Ellen's office that day extremely pleased and happy because of Erin's predicament. Things were definitely going her way. She had gained a major new account, which she thought, should have been hers to begin with, and with any luck she would soon be rid of the damnable Erin. Erin had rubbed her the wrong way from the start. She was stuck-up and was a thorn in her side at work. Ellen clearly favored Erin and had repeatedly given her choice assignments, which had advanced her rapidly up the corporate ladder. She had been dogging April from the beginning and now was April's chance to be rid of her.

April was a beautiful and ruthless woman. At five-nine she was tall and athletic. With medium hips, full, firm breasts, blue eyes and flaming red hair, she turned heads almost anywhere she went. April was very popular on the society scene do to her good looks and old-money family name. About two years ago she had brokered her way into becoming chairwoman of the board of Zax, the infamous and notorious quasi-secret BDSM society. Zax's membership was rumored to include some of the wealthiest and most powerful women on the planet. April's rise to power at Zax was due to a combination of raw talent, reputation, and desperation. On a personal level, she was famous for her kinky parties. She was also a damned good businesswoman, and unlike some of her family predecessors, had a knack for making sound and creative business decisions as well as money. April's problem was that she was essentially broke and as a result, she lacked the necessary capital to rebuild her fortune. Except for a few small properties, her one remaining asset of value had been seven slaves owned by the Katz family. She had traded these, along with her reputation and family name for the chairwomanship at Zax. This was a good deal for both her and Zax. Zax had gained seven very valuable slaves as well as a very able and capable leader. April in turn, had gained access to Zax's immense resources and important connections. Using these, April hoped to eventually rebuild her fortune.

As the chairwomen of Zax, April had access to numerous slaves (Zax was the largest owner of slaves on the planet) and Zax Castle. There she could host lavish parties and orgies for the benefit of the rich and powerful. April had a ravenous sexual appetite and was an expert domatrix. Like most of Zax's members, her sexual tastes were definitely not mainstream or tame. April was cruel and loved to see, and better yet, cause discomfort to others. Her orgies (or play sessions as she called them), were notorious and typically involved a dozen or more slaves and lasted for several days. On the business side, April had reorganized Zax's finances and significantly increased the society's wealth. As a result, April's reputation and popularity quickly grew and after two years, she was well on her way to becoming one of Zax's most successful leaders.

At World April had also been doing well, at least until Erin came along. April had hoped to replace Ellen as the senior president of the division when the older woman retired or moved on. However, Erin clearly stood in her way being Ellen's favorite. April was therefore extremely happy about Erin's predicament, and eagerly anticipated even greater satisfaction in the near future.

Walking into her office, she called her assistant, Candy into her office. "How did it go," Candy asked walking in.

"Good," replied April, "Very good. Did you talk to Lisa?"

"No," said Candy. "You said to wait."

"Yes," answered April. 'Call her, will you?"

"Sure," replied Candy walking out. April watched Candy's ass as she departed. She would be having a good time with it tonight. Candy was aptly named, she mused, pretty and sweet. A natural blond, with a trim tight figure, she was sweet on the outside, but hard as nails inside, and with a bite too. Just like old fashioned hard peppermint candy. And like that confection, Candy also looked good well striped after a whipping, which April loved to give, and she to receive. Yes, things were definitely sweet, and they were going to get sweeter still.

*********

The next morning, Erin went to see Cassandra. She was an older, but still handsome, woman nearing retirement. She greeted Erin warmly and invited her to be seated.

"Well," began Cassandra, "I have been reviewing the FIS case and I have some questions."

"Sure," replied Erin, "Ask away. Ellen has put me at your complete disposal."

"Good," said the counselor. "When was the first time you suspected there was a problem with this account?"

"Not until the FIS agents showed up in my office a few days ago" answered Erin.

"You tried to track the funds on your own, but you were unsuccessful, right?" questioned Cassandra.

"Yes," replied Erin again. "Lisa, my assistant, and I spent the better part of a day in the attempt. We found that the money was invested in a high-risk equity instead of the bonds I had originally proposed. The principal was lost, a few days after the purchase. I have not been able to pursue the matter further, as the last few days have been busy."

"Are such mix-ups common?" asked the counselor.

"No," answered Erin, slightly annoyed. "I don't usually put client's money in such investments. Not without a thorough study, at least. At the time, we were very busy with the General Fission deal, and I really don't remember this transaction that well. I delegated the details to Lisa."

"Who used your authorization to buy the equities instead of the bonds" added the counselor.

"Look," answered Erin, getting angry. "I would not have authorized such a transaction. Lisa or the receiving agent must have made a mistake and bought the equities instead. Like I said, I haven't had the time to investigate further."

"What's going on here anyways," continued Erin. "I thought you were on my side and were supposed to help me."

"Cool down," replied Cassandra. "I'm only trying to understand what happened, like you. You also have to realize that, although I am on your side, this isn't like some old courtroom vid from 400 years ago."

"How's that?" asked Erin.

"Let me ask you, do you understand how our legal system works?" asked the counselor. "Wait, a second and reflect before you reply. I know what you learned in school: that our system is based on the old European and American systems of justice; trial by peers and all that. But so little time is spent on this nowadays. Most people have little or nothing to do with the criminal legal system and there is so much to learn in school. It's natural to skip through this, without really giving it the attention it deserves."

"I guess you may be right" said Erin sheepishly. "I probably don't know as much as I should."

"You're probably right" said Cassandra. "And I am pleased that you are willing to admit it. Let's start with what you probably do know. Almost all crime is punishable by servitude. Only extremely violent crime, such as murder carries another penalty, and that's death. But there isso little crime of any kind; science has given us that. The magnitude of the crime determines the severity of the punishment, as it has from time immemorial. Petty crimes, such as shoplifting, carry a few weeks to a few years of community service. Cleaning the parks, and such. More serious crimes, carry a stiffer class of penalties. The most serious carry a punishment of complete servitude for the life of the perpetrator. In other words slavery."

"Yes, I know this," replied Erin.

"Right. This is what most people know," continued Cassandra. "What you probably don't know is the definition of a serious crime. You have to understand that almost all remaining crime is financial. Science has engineered away the violent offenders. The very few that remain, are eliminated, as I said previously. You also have to realize, that blue collar financial crimes such as armed robbery and breaking into people's residences also never occur. We are all just too well off materially for that sort of thing. There is no point in stealing something you can afford to buy or can get for free. This leaves essentially white collar financial crime."

"Like I am accused of," added Erin.

"Precisely," answered the counselor. "The penalty is still based on the magnitude of the crime. But now there is a trivial and exact way of defining magnitude: by the amount involved."

"And I take it," said Erin, "that the amount involved in my case merits the most serious class of punishment."

"Yes," answered Cassandra. "But things are not quite this straight forward. We no longer have an adversarial legal system, like in the vids of old."

"Adversarial?" inquired Erin.

"Yes," answered Cassandra, "In vids you probably saw that one side would fight the other in a sort of ritual combat of words. Strategy and tactics were employed. Information was both sought and withheld, even hidden, as in a war. This is not surprising considering this system was invented by our violent ancestors. Our system is more cooperative. We don't have trials, but rather formal investigations; a search for truth instead of a contest, if you will. Information cannot be withheld. All sides are required to answer the relevant questions put to them. My role as a counselor is to insure that the state does not abuse its authority or infringe on your rights. I thus have the power to stop a trial if I suspect such tactics. On the other hand, I can't protect you by withholding information or by using other legal tactics."

"I see," said Erin. "So what do you advise me to do?"

"There are many courses of action available here," answered Cassandra. "The FIS seems to have a very solid case. The equity loss appears to be a sham. Money was transferred to Mexico before the loss. The account is in your name. Your signature is all over the place. On the plus side, most of the money is still in the account and has been recovered. I suggest we bargain with the FIS."

"Bargain?" said Erin. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you can admit to the crime in exchange for a lesser punishment," answered the counselor.

"What kind of punishment? Why would the FIS even consider such a deal?" asked Erin.

"Well in response to your first question, probably 15 to 20 years of indentured servitude. Not slavery; you would retain most of your rights. However, you would be forced to work for a court designated employer for the time in question, without complaint. In answer to your second question, the FIS must prove you are guilty. They have a good case, but no case is iron clad. In addition, it takes time and money to do a judicial investigation."

"And if I refuse and insist I am innocent?" asked Erin, knowing the answer.

"A full investigation will be held, of course. If you are found guilty you will most likely be sold as a slave to help pay for your crime. You should also consider this. Slaves have no rights. You cannot appeal or reopen your case, ever. On the other hand, as an indentured servant, you still have rights. You can pursue your case, and in time, possibly win a reversal," answered Cassandra.

"I need to think about this," said Erin.

"OK," replied Cassandra. "Take a few days and let me know."

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The next two days were agonizing for Erin. On one hand, she hated the idea of admitting to a crime that she did not commit; on the other, the idea of loosing her freedom and becoming a slave was terrifying. Lisa tried to help her the best she could, even letting Erin cry herself to sleep in her arms one night. The next morning, Erin woke early, went home, showered, and went to see Cassandra.

"Come in," said Cassandra. "I take it you have come to a decision."

"Yes," said Erin. "I have decided to fight this all the way. I just can't bring myself to admit to something I didn't do and destroy my life."

"OK," replied Cassandra. "I'll do my very best. Nothing that can be done will be left undone. You have my word."

"Thanks," said Erin. "I can't ask for more."

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April sat in her office enjoying herself. "Yes. That's right. Try and transfer 16 million from the account," said April to Candy.

"You know the account is frozen, and the request will be denied," said Candy.

"Yes," said April, "but it's the attempt I am interested in, not the actual transfer. Be sure to use the persona I sent you though. If you screw this up I will really beat you to death. As it is, you're in for a good thrashing."

"Yes Mistress," replied Candy, feeling her pussy start to get wet. "Right away."

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The 'trial' (as Erin thought of it) began two weeks later and was almost anticlimactic. Erin and Cassandra sat at one end of a long wide table, while the government's team sat at the other. Six judges sat along the long side of the table and the judicial mediator, or investigator, opposite them. The mediator acted as a sort of judge, while the six "judges" were really a sort of jury. They along with the mediator would decide Erin's fate. Ellen, Lisa, April, and Candy made up the spectators and sat behind the government team.

The proceedings were largely uneventful. The government presented its case and the electronic and technical evidence detailing the transactions. Cassandra countered many of their points and even challenged the interpretation of the evidence. Erin denied knowledge of the account in Mexico and other parts of the transaction. In the end, Erin admitted to herself that the judicial investigation seemed fair and though the government's case was extremely solid, Cassandra had cast at least some doubt on it. Thus it came as a shock when the judges reached their guilty verdict after deliberating for only an hour.

As she stood before the panel with Cassandra's hand on her shoulder, Erin could just not bring herself to believe what she was hearing. What came next was an even greater shock. After hearing the verdict the judicial investigator asked Erin and Cassandra to be seated. Erin knew that the judicial investigator, or JI, as Cassandra called her, would pass sentence almost immediately.

"Before passing sentence, are there any further statements on either side?" asked the JI.

At this point, Cassandra was prepared to present a plea for mercy. Her strategy was to point out that Erin, although guilty, had fully cooperated and had not actually spent or attempted to spend the stolen money. She hoped that Erin would get a sentence just short of full slavery. Cassandra had initially disagreed with Erin's decision not to negotiate, but the more she looked into the case the more suspicious she had gotten. Although the government's case was airtight there was something odd that she couldn't quite put her finger on. If Erin received a sentence less than full slavery, she was determined to pursue the case until she got to the bottom of things. But for this to happen, Erin could not be sentenced to slavery.

Before, Cassandra could begin however, April rose, glanced at Ellen who looked very angry but nodded to her anyways, and approached the JI. "Yes ma'am," she began. "Yesterday, an attempt was made by Erin to transfer 16 of the twenty million out of the Mexican account. I have the records here," she said putting some information cubes on the table.

Cassandra protested, but was waved down by the JI. The panel examined the new evidence, which was quite damning. It showed a virtual persona of Erin with a valid signature trying to transfer the funds.

After the examination, April rose and asked to present additional testimony. The JI agreed.

"Ma'am," began April, "I would like this panel to know that World is self insured and has paid Custom Genetics' claim. As a result World is now the aggrieved party in this investigation. As such we wish to minimize our loss, which is our duty to our shareholders."

"Can you show evidence of the paid claim," asked the JI.

"Yes," said April putting an information cube on the table.

"Very well," said the JI after examining the contents. "What is your request?"

"Ma'am, we request that sentence be full diapered servitude. As you know this greatly increases the slave's value. In addition we request the usual sale of all property."

The JI turned to Cassandra, "Do you have anything to add before I pass sentence?"

"Ma'am," replied Cassandra, "Can I have a word with my client?"

"Yes," answered the JI. "This investigation will recess for one hour. Dismissed"

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In a private conference room, Erin looked at Cassandra in shock. "What's going on here?" she asked. "What is diapered servitude?"

Cassandra, looking uncomfortable, tried to answer her client's question. "Remember when I told you that punishment is determined by the severity of the crime?"

"Yes," answered Erin. "You said the worst punishment was complete servitude. But what is this diapered servitude?"

"I said the most serious punishment was complete servitude," replied Cassandra. "However there are varying degrees of complete servitude."

"What could be worse than complete servitude?" asked Erin, incredulous.

"Well," answered Cassandra, "something that makes your existence completely and totally humiliating on a daily basis. Diapered servitude is just what the words mean. The slave is placed in diapers and kept there for life."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" exclaimed Erin, starting to cry.

"Diapered servitude is an extremely rare punishment. Only a few percent are sentenced to this form of punishment. Such a slave is highly sought after in the high society fetish scene. As such, they command the highest prices. Normally, your crime would not make you eligible for this severe a sentence. However the attempt to transfer the money yesterday has changed this. In addition, by buying the claim, World has acted to protect their reputation. Although the funds have been recovered, by not asking for the maximum penalty World risks being perceived as not taking the matter seriously, even perhaps encouraging this type of activity. Such a perception would be disastrous."




Crime and Punishment



"Great," said Erin, "I'm screwed."

"Unfortunately I must agree with you," said Cassandra.

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Back in the courtroom events proceeded swiftly. Cassandra tried to protest World's position and argue against such an extreme sentence, but to no avail.

"Rise," said the JI to Erin. "Having been found guilty of fraud and theft with extenuating circumstances, I sentence you to diapered servitude. Bailiff, please take custody of the defendant."

Two large athletic women in police uniforms came forward, and surrounded Erin, and handcuffed her.

"This sentence is to be carried out immediately," continued the JI. "The slave is to suffer public humiliation within five days and be sold at public auction immediately thereafter. Defendant's property is also to be sold at the same auction. All proceeds are to be turned over to World Life Incorporated, minus court costs. Bailiff, please remove the slave for immediate execution of sentence. This case is now closed."  Chapter 2: Induction

Erin had worn a conservative gray suit with knee length skirt, white blouse, and white pantyhose to court that day. Looking down at the cold shiny handcuff's that encircled her wrists, she could make out parts of the gold necklace that hung over her heart. Erin felt strange as her sentence had been passed. Although she was extremely upset at the outcome and in tears, part of her was excited, sexually excited. This frightened her more than what awaited. Her fantasies of punishment seem to rise within her as the prospect for their realization loomed in her immediate future.

The two bailiffs escorted Erin through double doors at one end of the courtroom and into a long featureless but well lit off-white hallway. Erin looked back over her shoulder before passing through the double doors at Cassandra and Ellen. Both women were conferring with each other and seemed equally upset over Erin's fate. Cassandra glanced over at Erin, giving her a sympathetic look. Erin's view of the courtroom was suddenly cut off as the double doors swung shut behind her. The bailiffs, one on each side of Erin and lightly holding her forearms, escorted her down the hallway.

Scrawled in black letters on one side of the walls were the words 'Hall Of Shame'. Erin glanced at this bit of graffiti and her trepidation and excitement grew. The scene reminded her of a hospital, perhaps a mental ward. Everything felt unreal and she felt that perhaps she was psychotic or maybe even insane. Maybe the bailiffs surrounding her were taking her for treatment and she would soon discover that she had been imagining everything.

As she walked down the hallway, Erin became conscious of the feel of her fine clothes and she realized that she was quite sane and her situation was all too real. This would probably be the last time she would wear 'normal' clothes again she thought. Erin was especially aware of the feel of her panties and stockings, their smooth silky caress against her skin. Although, she could hardly believe it, she wondered momentarily how the diapers that would soon replace them would feel. These brief thoughts made her vulva twitch in anticipation and Erin could feel her pussy becoming wet. Erin felt her knees become weak and she was glad of the support the bailiffs unknowingly offered.

At the end of the hallway was a pair of double doors through which the bailiffs ushered Erin. In side was a small room with a desk, behind which two more police officers were seated. The bailiff on Erin's right handed an information cube to one of the officers seated at the desk. She activated the cube and scanned its contents then looked up and spoke to Erin.

"Erin Brooke?" she said.

"Yes," replied Erin meekly.

"You have been sentenced by the state to diapered servitude after being found guilty of fraud by a judicial panel of your peers. Your sentence is to commence immediately" began the officer. "From now on you are stripped of all rights and are the property of the state. Since the first part of your sentence calls for public humiliation within five days, I am required by law to inform you of the following. First, there are five stages in the procedure you are about to undergo. They are induction, inducement, preparation, humiliation, and auction. You are currently at stage one, induction. This stage requires that you be physically prepared as a slave. You will receive the customary physical preparation, which includes the installation of control devices and identifying tattoos. Second, you can then proceed directly to stage three, preparation, and then onto the final two stages by voluntarily requesting public humiliation at the end of this stage. Any questions?"

"Request public humiliation?" asked Erin. "What happens if I don't?"

"You will then proceed to stage two, inducement. There the state will have five days to obtain a request from you. If you have not made such a request in five days, you will be sent directly to auction" answered the officer.

A glimmer of hope filled Erin. She had witnessed only one public humiliation, when she was in high school. Her civics class had taken the required field trip as part of the course. A public humiliation could consist of anything from a bare bottom spanking to a full purge. As the name suggested this was carried out in a public square reserved for such punishments, and anyone could attend. Since Erin was sure that she would be receiving a full purge, the worst possible punishment, she was eager to forgo such an ordeal. Full purges required that the person being punished urinate and expel an enema uncontrollably in full public view and afterward, to bring herself to full orgasm, also in public view.

Erin remembered her field trip where she had witnessed a full purge. A young woman, probably in her mid twenties at the time, was led into the public square. She was naked except for a small apron that covered her lower front. A tube ran out of her buttocks and up to a clear enema bag, full of solution and attached to a pole that she held horizontally across the back of her shoulders. Another tube came from under her apron and ran to a second bag containing yellow fluid. The woman's abdomen was severely distended and she was covered in perspiration. As she walked cramped over, her full breasts swayed displaying erect nipples.

As the guards came to a stop the woman looked around wildly searching for escape, but none was to be found. The crowd laughed at her enjoying her embarrassment and discomfort. Erin remembered becoming strangely excited, to the point where she had to look away. The intensity of her sexual feelings made her swoon. The next thing she remembered was looking up when the woman cried out with what must have been an intense orgasm. Shocked by her feelings, Erin put the memory out of her mind, until now.

"So you mean I can forego the public humiliation?" inquired Erin.

"Only if you can make it through the inducement stage" answered the officer. "There is no record of anyone having done so, to date. Any more questions?"

Crestfallen, Erin turned pale and just shook her head.

"Fine," replied the officer. "Take her to prep room one," she ordered the bailiffs.

The bailiffs led Erin to the right towards yet another set of double doors with a large 'one' painted in blue above them. Inside Erin found a large room resembling an old-style operating room. The wall to her right was glass from floor to ceiling, but the area on the other side must have been dark since the glass appeared black. About five feet from the glass wall and in the center of the room stood a padded adjustable table surrounded by instruments. Above the table was a bright circular light. To her immediate right, stood a mobile instrument station with electronic equipment. On the floor next to the instruments was a thick black rubber mat. To Erin's left was a narrow stainless steel table about four feet long with plastic boxes on it. Along the far wall was a sink and cabinets full of what looked like medical supplies.

A blond technician dressed in a white jump suit with a nametag that read Susan, looked up from the instrument station where she was laying out things and spoke to the bailiffs escorting Erin. "You can remove her handcuffs and leave" she said.

The bailiffs nodded and removed the cuffs, turned and then departed without a word. Erin unconsciously rubbed her wrists. "Remove all your clothes and place them in the containers on the table. Place any jewelry in the small red container," said the technician to Erin.

Erin blushed and hesitated. She had never been naked in front of another adult woman, at least not since she was a small child. Susan noticed her hesitation and said in a severe commanding voice, "Did you hear what I said? You better learn to quickly obey instructions if you know what's good for you. Otherwise things are going to get very unpleasant very fast."

Erin's blush deepened and she stammered a "Yes ma'am" as she turned to face the table. First she removed the few pieces of jewelry she was wearing and placed then into the small container as requested. Next she removed her shoes, jacket, skirt and panty hose. Finally she could delay the inevitable no longer and removed her bra and panties. This done, she turned around fully naked to face the technician. As she did, the thought of being naked in front of another adult woman filled Erin's mind and excited her, causing her vulva to twitch in anticipation and her nipples to become erect and hard.

To her surprise and complete embarrassment the glass was no longer dark. On the other side stood April, Lisa, Candy, Ellen, Cassandra, and a woman she had never seen before who was also wearing a white jumpsuit. Erin's blush deepened even further as she had not expected this. April looked at her and smiled, turned and spoke to Lisa who also smiled. She could not hear what they said, but she suspected they could hear everything in the room where she stood. Confusion mixed with her embarrassment, especially at seeing Lisa's happy composure and close proximity to April.

Susan sensed Erin's confusion and said, "Your victim's have the right to witness your punishment. This is after all a humiliation, and we try and make it as shameful and embarrassing as possible."

"But...," stammered Erin.

"No buts about it!" said Susan cutting off Erin. "You should have thought about the 'buts' before you stole that money. Now you're going to get what you deserve."

Tears started to roll down Erin's red cheeks and she lowered her head and placed her hands over her eyes. She had not expected this at all. She assumed that she would have possibly been given a medical exam and then placed into diapers, what ever that actually meant. But she was beginning to see that things were not going to be quite that straight forward or easy.

Susan walked over to the plastic boxes containing Erin's clothes, picked up each item and made some notes into an information cube. When she got to Erin's panties, she held them up and looked at the egg-white wet spot in the crotch area. "Hmm," she remarked, "Aren't we excited! I think you might be enjoying this."

Erin blushed again and saw April's smile widen. Susan turned as another technician walked into the room and handed her the information cube where she had just finished recording Erin's possessions. "Take this and the boxes to the auctioneer's office," she commanded. The other woman nodded and moved to gather up the boxes containing Erin's clothes.

Susan turned to Erin and said, "Go and stand on that black mat, facing the glass."

Erin did as she was told. Susan walked over and stood in front of Erin and said, "I need to do a full body cavity search. Open your mouth."

Confused, Erin opened her mouth. Susan took what looked like a tongue depressor and placed it into Erin's mouth. "Good," she said. "Now turn around and bend over and grab your ankles."

Erin more embarrassed than ever complied, realizing that her ass and pussy would be on full display to the spectators behind the glass, if Susan moved. Susan, stepping to one side, placed a latex glove on her right hand and expertly popped the cap from a tube of lubricating jelly with her left. She placed a small amount of the jelly on the index finger of the gloved hand and remarked, "Given how wet your pussy is, I won't need much of this."

Erin was by now completely humiliated. She winched slightly as she felt the index finger of the technician brush her vulva and enter her vagina. She felt Susan's finger move slowly in and out of her vagina as she search for what obviously was not there. As Susan removed her finger, she ran it up and across the lips of Erin's vagina until she reached her clitoris, which she rubbed slightly. Despite herself, Erin became even more excited and let out a small moan. Susan, suddenly stopped her ministrations and said, "You must still be a virgin, judging by the tightness of your pussy."

Erin did not reply and Susan proceeded to place a large amount of lubricating jelly on the index finger of her gloved hand. She then squirted some jelly directly over Erin's exposed rectum, and before Erin could say anything, deftly stuck her finger into Erin's rectum. Again, Susan moved her finger slowly in and out. The slow rhythmic motion excited Erin some more, despite herself.

Finally, Susan slowly removed her finger and said, "stand up and turn around." Again, Erin complied. Behind the glass she could see Lisa giggling and Candy absent mindedly licking her lips as if in anticipation of something better to come. Cassandra and Ellen looked grave and were conferring with the technician, who was acting as their escort and guide by answering questions about what was happening to Erin.

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"You have to understand," the escort said to Ellen, "that she no longer has any rights. The procedure she is undergoing is designed to be as humiliating as possible; its part of the punishment and its going to get much worse before it's over."

Ellen responded, "If it wasn't for the responsibility to our shareholders, I would leave and take everyone here with me. At least that would spare the poor girl some embarrassment, however minor." She then turned to Cassandra and said, "When this is over and we get back to the office, I want you to continue investigating this case. There is something fishy about the whole thing and I want to know what it is."

"I'm afraid it's pointless," replied Cassandra, "even if by some miracle we could prove she was innocent it's too late. Erin is now a slave and will remain so for the rest of her life."

"I don't care," answered Ellen, "we may not be able to help her, but at least we can find what the truth is concerning this whole affair. At a minimum that's our duty to the company and to Erin."

Cassandra just shook her head and looked at the escort. Meanwhile, Lisa, who was now holding onto April's arm, giggling like a teenager, and wiggling in excitement, asked the escort, "What's going to happen next?"

"The escort replied, "Well, the technician, Susan, is going to complete her body search by asking some questions. There is information that the slave is a virgin, and if so, that will significantly increase her value at auction. In order to insure the truthfulness of the answers, Susan will be placing sensors into the slave's anus and vagina and around her head. These are connected to the equipment on the left where the accuracy of the answers given is determined."

"Sort of like an old fashioned lie-detector," said Lisa.

"Yes," replied the escort, "very similar, but infinitely more accurate."

Ellen visibly cringed when the escort used the word 'slave' to refer to Erin. "Enough chit-chat" she said looking angrily at Lisa. "We are here to observe, not talk."

April, Candy and Lisa looked at each other, but said nothing.

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Susan went around and stood behind Erin. "Bend over and grab your ankles again," said Susan. Erin complied as Susan removed what looked like two metal cylinders about half an inch in diameter and about three inches long. Attached to one end of each cylinder were wires terminated with electrical connectors. Susan plugged these wires into the back of the instruments on her right and proceeded to coat the cylinders with lubricating jelly. When she was finished, she used her left hand to separate the lips of Erin's vagina and stuck her still gloved index finger into Erin's pussy. After moving her finger in and out for a few seconds, she grabbed one of the cylinders and slid it into Erin's vagina. Next, she squirted some more jelly into the crack of Erin's ass and slid her finger into Erin's rectum. Moving her finger around and in and out, she sought to stretch the opening slightly by relaxing the mussel holding it closed.

Erin continued in her state of embarrassment as the ordeal continued and tears rolled down her cheeks. She was also confused by Lisa's obvious light-hearted attitude and her friendly relationship with April. Although she could not hear what was said behind the glass, it was becoming obvious that Lisa and April were friends, very good friends. Erin did not have time to continue with this train of thought. She heard Susan say from behind her, "I need you to bear down now like you are trying to expel during a bowel movement. This second sensor is a little large and you have a tight ass as well as a tight vagina. If you don't cooperate, this could be painful."

Since Erin already had enough problems, she had no wish to make things worse, so she did as Susan asked. "Good," said Susan, "a little harder." Erin felt the cylinder slide into her rectum as Susan said, "Great! Let's continue. Stand up straight."

The sensors in her rectum and vagina felt cold, but at the same time, their slight movements inside her, in response to her own body movements, further stimulated Erin sexually. The thought of having foreign objects inside her also served to turn Erin on.

Susan placed an elastic band containing wires connected to the same machine around Erin's head. "I'm going to ask you some questions now," said Susan. "The sensors I just placed around your head and in your pussy and ass are connected to these instruments to your right. They will let me know if your response is truthful or not."

"If you should lie, the sensor in your rectum will open and deposit a suppository inside you and give you a small electric shock, like this," she said pressing a button on the instrument panel. Erin felt a sensation similar to that of thick salve being placed in her bottom followed by a brief painful electric shock to her clitoris. Erin let out a sharp yelp of pain in response.

"The suppositories are slow but very powerful and cause severe cramping. You already have one inside you. I suggest you answer truthfully, or you are going to have a very bad time when we are done," said Susan. "Also squeeze your ass cheeks together. I don't want the sensor in your ass or vagina to come out if you lie. I will be very displeased if it does."

Erin nodded her head indicating that she understood and squeezed her buttocks together. Susan said, "Good, let's begin. Answer each question yes or no. Your name is Erin Brooke?"

"Yes.," answered Erin.

"You were employed by World Life?"

"Yes."

"You were convicted of financial fraud by a judicial investigation?"

"Yes."

Another glimmer of hoped filled Erin's mind. If Susan asked if she were guilty, maybe it was not too late to get out of this yet, she thought. Erin's hopes were immediately dashed by Susan's next question.

"You are twenty-six years old?"

"Yes."

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Yes," replied Erin, blushing a deep red. Behind the glass she could see April smile at her, while Lisa and Candy looked at each other and giggled.




Crime and Punishment



This is the fourth of my 12 Days of Christmas Improv audios. They don't have anything to do with Christmas but I set a goal of doing an audio a day for the 12 days leading up to Christmas. Failed miserably but since many really good improvs came out of the attempt I am calling it a win :)

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Crime and Punishment



It was a dark and stormy night. The woods crew got scared off by the dark ominous skies. Hannah was quite bummed that everyone bailed. She had so wanted to let off some steam...and maybe run into Darren. Seeing how far she could tempt him had been the plan. Between a couple of "special blends" from her cousin's stash and her trusty pink dildo, affectionately known as "Pinkie", resistance was futile. But sadly, he hadn't even shown. And now, soaked through, her silky cream t-shirt looking like a second skin across her chest and her little black flouncy skirt outlining her thighs, and no change of clothes, Hannah was pretty bummed. Being left her to her own devices always meant driving around aimlessly through all the back roads around her rural town, trying to get lost in their familiarity. The radio was on full blast, thumping out "S.E.X." The rain was driving hard against the windshield; so much so, the wipers were barely keeping up. She was busy singing along "S is for the simple need...E is for the ecstasy...X is just to mark the spot cause that's the one you really waaaaaant..." paying no real attention to her speed or that her lights weren't on. This is precisely why she was oblivious to the sirens and lights behind her for a few minutes, until the cop car pulled up next to her.

"CRAAAAAAAAAP" she growled as she slowed to a stop on the shoulder, in a secluded section of road way deep in the woods. Hannah hated getting pulled over, and always felt so intimidated by the sheer power cops seemed to exude in a uniform. She rolled down her window as he approached.

"Hi officer, what seems to be the problem?" she asked timidly.

"Do you have any idea how fast you were going? And with a storm like this, it's a hazard to not have your lights on, not to mention it's the law when your wipers are on!"

"Oh...I-I'm sorry. I had a bummer of a day, and I'm soaked to the bone, and I was just trying to dry out and relax a little."

"I need your license, insurance and registration please."

"O-o-okay. H-Hold on, it's in my purse here...just wait, my - my wallet's sssstu-" and as the wallet let loose with a flick of her wrist, out flew the joints and Pinkie, right into her lap.

"Oooooooohhhhh shit! Oh my god, I can explain, shit oh, I was taking these to a friend but I got side tracked...bu-but it's not mine! I swear! Oh please don't arrest me! I never do stupid stuff like this! I'm the good girl! Pleeeeeease!"

"Step out of the car ma'am."

"Oh man...ok...but you're not going to arrest me are you?! Pleeeeeeeease!"

"Please step out of the car NOW ma'am."

At this point, it had begun to rain hard again; Hannah bit her lip, fighting back tears while the cop searched her car top to bottom. She was soaked through again. Her creamy tee was leaving nothing to the imagination again. Deciding to forego a bra in order to help her temptress ways was proving to be a really stupid decision. Her supple perky breasts showed right through, her erect nipples popping out. The little black skirt was askew and plastered half way up her curvy hip, exposing a single black string, tied in a bow. He finished his search, and then directed her back to his car.

"Are you arresting me? Please don't arrest me! I'll do anything! You can keep the joints; I've never even smoked before! They were my cousin's! I'll turn on my lights, a-and drive 30 miles an hour straight home and you'll never see me on this road again! Please don't arrest me PLEASE!" The officer didn't say anything as he leaned arms crossed next to her against his car. But Hannah was suddenly aware how much closer he was than before, and that his finger was just barely tracing up and down her arm, his eyes fixed on her jutting nipples.

"Um, am I going to jail officer?" She asked quietly, inching backwards, away from his fierce ogling.

"Only if you refuse to do exactly as I say. Trust me doll face..." He grinned, tracing the side of her face with none other than her own Pinkie. She stood panic stricken for a moment, her mind racing through various violent horrible scenes, none of which ended well for her. He must have seen the horror in her eyes.

"Relax kitten, I wouldn't ever hurt such a delicate thing like you, it would be a crime." He snickered at his own irony. She rolled her eyes at his corny joke. She was back in control of her emotions now, and her thinking; and starting to pay attention to the officer's soft touch. 

NO! He's a freaking officer of the law and it's so wrong. I'll go to jail before I do this guy any favors! She thought to herself. 

He held out the pink dildo and examined it. She watched his eyebrows rise as he peered back up from it to her.

"What's a little lady like you doing with such a thing like this in her purse? Doesn't seem like an appropriate accessory for the "good girl"..." he trailed off as he slid Pinkie up her stringed hip and across the line still hidden by her skirt. She jumped back, but he grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her against him.

"Remember the alternative if you resist little lady." He pulled out his handcuffs and dangled them in front of her face.

"Then take me to jail!" she screamed in his face.

"Someone needs to remind you what good girls act like!" he grunted, and spun her around mashing her against the back fender of the cruiser, muscling her legs apart with his knee and bending her over the car's rear end. He slapped the handcuffs around her wrists, tightening them hard, making her whimper. He pressed himself into her back, practically on top of her, and breathed heavily in her ear. One hand grabbed her breast; the other one traced Pinkie over her hip and lifted her skirt to trace the strings of her panties. She wriggled beneath him. "Oh no sweet thing, you won't be running off on me. Not until you pay your debt to society." 

As much as she loathed his blatant abuse of his authority, she was starting to really enjoy the manipulation of his fingers on her nipple. And the feeling of Pinkie as he directed it along her string line across the top of her ass.

"You won't get away with this!" She wriggled some more, this time with her ass purposely against his crotch. "Someone is going to come along and see this and stop and report you!" She felt him straighten up behind her. 

"You're right kitten. Maybe we'll have to take this somewhere a little more obscure. And then maybe we can get to know each other a little better." He was breathing in her ear again.

Hannah's heart was thumping in her ears, but it wasn't quite panic she was feeling at the moment. 

Ugh, he's a cop looking for sexual favors Hannah - STOP BEING INTERESTED!!!! 

He grabbed her arm and started leading her off the shoulder and into the woods engulfing the road. She kept resisting and struggling against his pull, forcing him to pull her closer to his warm body; it felt so good against her cool wet skin. 

This is absurd, she thought. I can't believe this is happening to me...and I can't decide if I want to run far away, or let him bone me?! What is wrong with me?! 

He stopped and stared overhead at the tree limb about six inches above her head. 

"This looks like a perfect spot." He was grinning at her again, and ogling her some more. He unlocked one of the handcuffs, but not the other.

"W-what are you doing, why did we stop, why are you taking off the handcuffs?" she whined at him, slightly confused.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head. I'm just going to make it easier for us to get to know each other..." and with that he pulled her close, nose to nose with him, each of his hands gripping her full round ass. He looked deep into her eyes, and slid one hand up from her ass, over her hip, along her waist and side, her arm moving up, to allow it, her shirt bunching up as his hand rose. His fingers tickled up and down her side, giving her goose bumps, and making her nipples erect again. One breast was already completely exposed, and he was now flicking her nipple with his tongue, nibbling gently, while his other hand was now lifting the other side of her shirt. As her other breast peaked out, he attacked it with his tongue and she let out a low sigh. She raised her arms to allow him to lift the shirt completely, not realizing what she was doing, totally focused on the tingling sensations beginning to radiate throughout her body. He continued to manipulate her breasts and nipples, and she moaned a little. He slid the shirt over her head, and her short auburn curls bounced down to her shoulders. He slid her shirt up her arms, just to her wrists, just under the tree branch and in one motion clamped the one dangling handcuff to her other wrist. When she realized what had happened she began to writhe away from him. 

"What are you DOING?!" she howled. "What are you going to do to me?!"

"Kitten, hush now! I don't want to have to gag you! Or worse bind your feet. That would be unpleasant for you, pushed up against this tree in bare skin. Be a good girl, and calm down sweet thing. I told you I wasn't going to hurt you..."

"I'll scream if you don't let me go. It's clearing up, someone is bound to be out and about, and they will hear me! You WON'T get away with this! HELP! HELLLLLLLLP!" she wailed as loud as she possibly could.

"Little lady, you've left me no choice!" And he ripped her t shirt apart from her arms. She stopped screaming and started to whimper...

"But officer, you don't have to hurt me, I promise I won't scream any more, just please don't hurt me, please don't leave me here like this!" she begged and pleaded.

"Sweet thing, why won't you believe me? I'm doing this for your own good. I can't have anyone pass by and hear you carrying on. I'm just going to put this around your mouth to keep you quieter is all. Trust me doll face..." and he wrapped the ripped t-shirt around her mouth with the knot in the back. She whimpered as she listened to him undressing behind her. 

How in the world could this man just a minute ago be so tender to her, how could she have been so stupid?!

He moved closer and let his fingertips travel down her arms and sides to her skirt. He unzipped the side and it fell to the ground. She kept whimpering.

"Kitten, you don't have to be afraid. I promise I am not going to hurt you and you'll get to go home again. Just not until we've had a little fun. Believe me darlin; you are far too precious to not handle with care. Now just relax..." and he gently pressed his naked body against her from behind. She could feel his erection slide right between her legs. "You are such a naughty girl! I can feel your juices through those little panties. If I didn't know any better kitten, I'd think you were enjoying this! But then again, any little lady who carries a dildo in her purse must have a reason for needing punishment!"

His fingers traced her panty line again. "And any little lady running around with no bra and strings for panties must certainly have a need to be punished!" and he tugged at the strings on each hip. The little bit of material they were holding in place floated to the ground. 

He laid kisses across her back, while his fingers danced along the front of her stomach, up to her nipples and down to her hips. She could feel his hard cock rubbing gently back and forth between her legs. Goose bumps rose in a wave across her body."Mmmmmm, kitten...such soft skin..." His kisses continued down her back, and his hands wandered up and down the front of her, sweeping over every inch of her. Her breath was becoming deeper. His fingers swished just ever so closely to her patch, and she gasped through her gag. 

Good god his fingers feel like feathers on my skin...

"Now see sweet thing, I knew you'd start to enjoy this. I think you and I are going to get along just fine." and his kisses continued across her ass to her hip, down her thigh, and up her inner thigh as he moved to her front, stopping just at her inner hip, his hands massaging her ass the entire time. 

"Well, well, well...look at that little kitten tattoo..." he traced it with his tongue. "Only naughty girls have these little tattoos...only naughty girls enjoy being this naked. I don't think you're a good girl at all!" and SMACK! His palm landed hard on her ass. She squeaked through her gag. "That's what naughty girls with little kitten tattoos that like being naked get!" SMACK! His hand connected with her ass again for another squeak. "You like your ass smacked - such a bad girl. I'll have to find another way to punish you then!" 

He walked behind her again, she could hear him at his clothes, but couldn't see what he was doing. When he walked in front of her again, his erection was adorned with Pinkie (as it was a cock ring and dildo all in one). Her eyes widened.

"Yeah that's right sweet thing, you're going to get both of us! But not just yet...I want to play with you a little more...see how much more naughty you've got in you." He leaned into her, kissed her neck, kissed her chest, kissed each breast with special tongue flicks to each nipple, trailed kisses down her stomach to that little kitten tattoo. His hands had been following down her sides, but now were pressing open her thighs. His tongue traced down the side of her patch and flicked her clit. There was another definite gasp through the gag, and he dove into her pussy, kissing, sucking, and flicking...his finger working her hole at the same time. 

Mmmmmmm-this man should be illegal!

She let out a long slow moan and he stopped and looked her in the eyes. 

"You're enjoying this way too much little lady! We're going to have to try another punishment!" He eyed her up and down, and then walked behind her and she lost sight of him again. She felt his hands rubbing her ass so softly. SMACK! She yelped. SMACK! "Yep, you need a good spanking! I'm going to uncuff you sweet thing, and bend you over my knee..." 

Her hands were suddenly free, but she realized that as they came down to her sides, they were behind her back and bound once again. He pressed his hard cock right into the palm of her hand. "I bet you know your way around a pole like mine" he breathed in her ear as he rubbed himself around some more. 

God he's so hard, he'd feel so nice inside me.

Instinctively, she wrapped her fingers around him and began to stroke "Yeah, you know what to do" he whispered. The cuffs left just enough slack that she could cradle his balls in one hand while the other stroked up and down his unit slowly. He pulled away, at which point she realized the tee gag was no longer in her mouth, but hanging loosely around her neck. The suddenly she was spinning around and forced to the ground onto her knees. She looked up at him, his hand holding her by the chin. He was grinning.

"I know you know what to do sweet thing. Don't worry, I'll help you since your hands are still cuffed." and he shoved his cock into her mouth, making her gag. "C'mon kitten, I know you can handle me..." another thrust and she gagged again, tears streaming. She turned away for just a second to catch her breath, but his fingers wrapped in her hair and pulled her head back to shove his cock in her mouth again. This time though, she had her tongue in place and wrapped it around the head. She could hear his exhale, and knew she found the right spot. She worked the head of his cock with her tongue, and then slowly took him into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along his shaft, sucking on her way off. She picked up speed, up and down his cock, taking care to tease the tip every so often to hear him moan. He pulled her head away from him and peered down at her. He stood her up and unlocked the handcuffs again. She put her arms back up to the tree branch. 

"But officer...shouldn't you restrain me?" she pouted at him and batted her eyes at him. He followed her direction this time, running his fingers down her body after he had secured her back into position

"Yeah kitten, you've got a lot of naughty in you...I'm just going to have to fuck it out of you!"

He stood up, rubbing himself and pinkie between her legs again, taking care to cover each in her juices. He hooked one leg over the crook of his arm. "Since you're being punished, you don't get to choose." He gently guided Pinkie into her pussy, and slowly slid Pinkie in and out of her. She loved the slick feel of Pinkie in her pussy, the smooth easy glide...and the slow rhythm in which he was using to penetrate her. She started swirling her hips ever so slightly, enjoying herself fully now 

"mmmmmmmmmmmmm" another slow low moan.

"Oh no baby girl, you're not in control, I am!" And in one fast motion, his hard cock was inside her ass, and he had her other leg up off the ground. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to protest. "You have such a tight ass! I knew you'd be a tight fit. You feel so good wrapped around my cock sweet thing." He was right; he and pinkie were a very tight fit. As he pounded her ass, Pinkie slid in and out of her wet pussy. She took him and Pinkie hard and fast, their bodies slapping against each other, her breasts bouncing freely. 

"I'm going to cum" she moaned and he thrust himself and Pinkie so hard she screamed with her orgasm. He exploded in her ass just seconds later. He lowered her legs back to the ground and unlocked her handcuffs, this time removing them completely. He tossed her his undershirt, and outfitted himself back into uniform. She slid back into her skirt, slid the grey tee over her head and tied it in the back for a fitted shape.

"Mmmm, kitten, that's what got you into trouble in the first place..." he ogled her just like he had back at the car.

"But officer, haven't I paid my debt already?"

"Sweet thing, you're paid in full, but get out of here before I change my mind. Remember - lights on for safety." He winked at her and started back to his car.

"Thanks for the shirt" she called after him.

"No thank you little lady!" and he disappeared towards the road. 

She was searching for her panties when she heard someone call her name from the road. She gave up on the panties and ran towards the voice. As she closed in, she realized the voice belonged to Darren. 

WTF is he doing out here? Jesus, I hope he doesn't figure out what just happened...

"Hey, uh, Darren. What on earth are you doing out here?"

"I was driving around. I went to the spot, but no one was there. I was running late from a flat tire. Then I saw your car here, and passed a cop about a couple of miles ago. Are you ok? Did you get pulled over or something?"

"Oh - oh - yeah. Everything is just fine. I um, got off... with a warning...about my headlights..." she grinned a little to herself.