11 comments/ 27609 views/ 15 favorites Persecuting the Prosecutor By: Hoselvr6164 I hate going to court. Well, let's put it this way – I hate going to court, but don't mind it as much when it is not me on trial. In this case, I was going to court because my best friend was on trial. He's generally a nice guy, but like me, he likes his women a bit too much. Jack had gotten into a fight with his now ex-girlfriend, Ginger, and then raped her just for good measure. Now he was on trial and it wasn't going well. The biggest problem, okay besides the overwhelming evidence against him, was the bitch of a prosecutor running the show. She was good, I'll admit that, but she really liked the sound of her own voice and was cocky as hell. This was my fourth and probably final day of attending Jack's trial and I knew I wasn't going to like it anymore that the previous days. It all started on day one. Katie, the prosecutor entered the court room with her nose in the air. That was the first strike. She then proceeded to give Jack an evil "I am going to take you down" look and even had the audacity to trail that expression over to me, knowing I was Jack's friend and emotional support – strike two. Lastly, she was sexy as hell and knew it, dressing somewhat provocatively, yet giving all men a look of disdain when they looked at her – strike three. The first day of the trial went as I expected, with her over confident, self-assured ramble about Jack's evil ways, he not having any regard for women, just plain a menace to society, blah, blah, blah. During the lunch break that first day, I watched her strut around the court house building, going to her office, heading outside for some air, walking around like the place was built for her. At one point, I too, was outside getting some air and overheard her talking to some other guy. "I can kick your ass anytime, anyway shithead," she had told him. That day she had worn a professional looking pant suit and in the heat of the noontime break had taken her suit jacket off, revealing a short sleeved satin blouse underneath. She had real small breasts, but I liked the shape of her toned thighs as they appeared underneath her pants. She also had a nice shapely ass, but when I looked at her thin arms I chuckled to myself. She appeared to me to be a rather weak woman, at least physically. I wondered then what she would be like if I tried to rape her. The seed of my conquest began just then. Each of the next two days just worked to piss me off some more. Her self-assured banter droned on and on for some time. Then, when it was time for Jack's defense to do what they do, she managed to place doubt and confusion upon nearly all the points his lawyer tried to make. Again, I will admit that she was very skilled at her job and Jack would get what society dictated for his crime, but damn she enjoyed taking him down way too much. So, now here we are – the fourth day. I listened to both the defense's and prosecution's closing arguments. Katie was dressed to impress, wearing a grey silk business suit with a blue silk blouse. The skirt hung down to about three inches above her knees. She also wore black pantyhose and high heels. Soon, the matter was turned over to the jury to decide. We were all dismissed for the deliberations, but I figured it wouldn't take long, and thus stayed around the court building. Sitting outside with my friend was not easy. He was also convinced that he would be convicted. Soon, we were discussing Katie. "I should have raped that bitch instead," he said to me. "It would have been worth it more than doing Ginger." "Yeah," I said. "I know what you mean. She is a feisty bitch indeed, but you just never know what can happen." Jack looked over at me with a quizzical gaze. I didn't say anything else to him after that because we were interrupted by the bailiff informing us of the court reconvening. Obviously, the jury had reached its decision, in only 45 minutes, and part of that was time used to elect their foreman. Okay, so here we go. Jack gave me a look of despair as we got up and began to file back into the court building. We all took our seats in the courtroom, Jack of course in his required location next to his defense attorney. I took a seat in my usual spot – in the general seating area directly behind Jack. After the usual procedure of the jury filing in, and the judge entering with everyone being asked by the bailiff to "all rise," the judge asked the jury foreman if they had reached their decision. "We have your honor," he said calmly. The foreman handed the bailiff a piece of paper. The judge opened the paper are read it to himself. "Proceed," he told the foreman. "In the charge of 2nd Degree Sexual Assault," he began, reading from a copy of the decision. "We the jury find the defendant guilty as charged. In the charge of 1st Degree Battery, we the jury find the defendant guilty as charged. In the charge of Resisting Arrest, we the jury find the defendant guilty as charged." The judge cleared his throat. "Will the defendant please rise." Jack stood up with wobbly knees and let out a deep breath. "Jack Samuelson, you have been found guilty of all charges before you. You will now be remanded to the custody of the Sheriff until such time as your final sentencing." I managed to shake Jack's hand and tell him to have strength before the bailiff cuffed him and led him away. I looked over at Katie. She had the biggest smile on her face, extremely satisfied with her accomplishment. When she noticed me looking at her, she made a sneer and winked at me, then continued to smile. I'm sure that bitch would have danced and clicked her heels together had the judge allowed in in his court. It was time to make some plans... ----- Okay, despite others' opinions, I'm no idiot. In many ways this would be my riskiest venture. She was after all a prosecuting attorney – one that took extra pleasure in taking down sex offenders. I wondered if she had been sexually molested previously and that is what drove her to be the "Iron Bitch" she was today. Well, at this point much of that didn't matter – neither did the potential consequences. If I got caught and convicted, then at least I already had a buddy on the "inside" - someone to show me the ropes, and especially the ass fuckers to avoid. I'd rather not dwell on such subjects right now, as I had some plans to make. Still sitting in the same bench I had been in since the trial had ended, I realized I was the only one left in the courtroom. I looked around the room. Of course it was your typical courtroom with many benches rather than chairs. The front of the room was separated by a gate across the center aisle – keeping the official proceedings separated from us commoners. The usual sets of benches were on the right where the jury sits, and of course in the very front were the judge's bench – raised higher than any other seating – and the seat where testimony is given. My eyes scanned the room further, my head and body turning in the bench to take it all in. I hadn't really taken the time to see all of what I was seeing now when the trial was taking place – instead focused on the events taking place and not the place itself. As my eyes reached the back of the courtroom, I paused. There against the back wall of the room were a series of wooden cubicle shelf units mounted at eye level. Thinking back, I do recall seeing several law enforcement officers – LEOs as some call them - placing loose metal items in them. The judge had made a point at the very beginning of the trial that these were to be used for flashlights, handcuffs and other metal items (except firearms) to prevent those items from making noise during the proceedings and to prevent the benches being scratched. I stood up and walked to the back of the courtroom, glancing in those shelf units. Damn, what luck – a set of handcuffs were still there. Evidently some rookie or forgetful cop was missing theirs. I immediately grabbed them, stuffed them into the waistband of my pants under my untucked shirt, and exited the room. Maybe I didn't need to plan as much as I had thought. My original idea was to wait a few days before making my move, but this opportunity couldn't be ignored. I walked down to the main lobby of the building and looked around. The building had a security check station at the front entrance. Several guards and a metal detector scanner just like the ones you see at airports were manned 24 hours a day. Only LEOs could enter with firearms and other similar large metal items (such as those flashlights and handcuffs I mentioned). But now I had handcuffs and as long as I didn't exit and try to reenter the building, there was no reason to search me. Finally, I located the building directory panel on the wall near the elevators. Scanning the directory, I looked for that Katie bitch's office number – her office was on the 5th floor. I pushed the button for the elevator. Once it arrived and the doors opened, I along with several others got in. I pushed the button for the fifth floor and courteously pushed the buttons for several other floors for the others. The elevator stopped at the second floor – one person got off, while two other entered. One of them was an extremely attractive woman in her mid-twenties. She had one a rather short skirt and blouse with a few of the upper buttons undone – nice cleavage and what must be at least 38 tits. Her legs were bare, but nicely tanned. My guess was she was a secretary or receptionist rather than an attorney, as the skirt was probably a bit too short for court – not to mention the drool inducing cleavage. Wow, she was hot – maybe if my date with Katie didn't work out, I could take this woman in the bathroom or something. The elevator reached the fifth floor and I got out, turned to the right and walked down the wide hallway. When I reached the District Attorney's office I walked slowly past the door, but turned my head to look in. The office was actually two rooms – the first appeared to be for a secretary and a small waiting area, while the second room was the bitch's actual office. Both the inner and outer office doors were open, giving me a chance to see that the secretary was digging into her purse on her desk, and Katie was sitting at her desk reading. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late in the afternoon, almost evening. Numerous people were filing out of their offices and heading to the elevators. It always struck me as interesting to see the mass exodus at the end of the day - seeing the crowds of people filing out of large office buildings, almost desperate to get out of the building first, almost if the building was on fire. It reminded me of the times as a child when I visited my uncle's dairy farm. The cows in the holding pen would gather at the door to the barn at sunrise, just waiting to get into the building to each take their assigned position in the milking stalls. Cattle – yup, that's what most office workers were – just following everyone else, taking their assigned stalls, milked for all they were worth – until they could be released back into the grazing field. Anyway, enough of this reminiscing shit. I walked to the end of the hallway. By now, nearly the entire floor had already been vacated. I walked back to Katie's office and saw that her secretary was gone, but she was still hard at work in her office. No doubt she was happily preparing to enslave some other guy that fucked some woman without consent – some women can be so touchy. I walked back over to the elevators and looked up at the set of lights indicating what floor they were on. All of the lights indicated that every elevator was on the main floor and not moving. Good, that seemed to tell me that most everyone had already left for the day. I assumed that the security guards didn't patrol the building but were only responsible for maintaining the security station at the entrance. I walked back to Katie's office and quietly walked in, gently closing the main office door. I then proceeded to step to the door to Katie's office. Out of courtesy, I knocked on the door frame. Katie briefly continued to read the document she held in her hands – as if to say she really was too important to be bothered by others. Finally, she looked up from her reading to see who was bold enough to pester her at this time of the day. Her eyes widened briefly when she saw it was me at her door – then they returned to her usual disinterest towards men. "What do YOU want?" she asked me sternly. "I was wondering if I could speak to you about Jack Samuelson's sentencing?" I lied to her. "I have nothing to discuss with you regarding that matter," she said as she resumed her reading. "Please leave, now." I took another step into the room. "Well," I said, slowly closing the door. "I don't really have to discuss it either. However, there is something else I would like to get across to you." Her eyes immediately looked back up from her reading as she heard the sound of the office door latch. I sneered at her. "Get the fuck out of here, shit bag," she commanded. "No way," I told her firmly. "It's instructional time for you and your pretty ass and little tits." Her eyes got wide again as she immediately caught the drift of what I wanted to do to her. "Oh, no," she began. "Don't even think about trying anything with me. You had better realize right now who I am, and what I can do to you. Your fucking shit bag of a friend is sitting in jail this very minute because of the brainless thing he did. Don't think for a moment that I can't do the same to you – worse actually. So, asshole, do yourself a favor before I make a phone call and start running, because regardless I am reporting you right now. Besides, I could kick your ass any day." She reached down and picked up the receiver to her desk phone. I instantly dove directly onto her desk, papers flying, grabbing the phone from her hand. Okay, so diving onto the desk probably wasn't the smoothest thing I've done, but it was effective. As Katie jumped back and then stood up, I had one brief view of her pantyhose covered thighs just before she did. Nice toned thighs. I slid off the desk and grabbed the entire phone, pulling hard on the cord until it broke away from the wall connection – problem solved. "You fucking bastard," Katie yelled at me. "You are now going to have to pay restitution, too." Wow, she was one fucking piece of work. I grabbed her by the hair as she took a good swing at me, striking me in the shoulder. Not a lot of power there. I pulled her hair – and along with it – her head down until her head was laying on her desk, her body bent over. She swung both her arms behind her, attempting to hit me again. "Get off me," she demanded. "Let me go this instant." "No fucking way, bitch," I told her. "I am going to give you something to remember for a long time." "You are in so much fucking trouble," she told me. "You had better just let me go right now, before the list of charges against you gets any longer." I was getting a little tired of her mouth, but decided to humor her by letting her continue to spout on. Instead, I decided to let my fingers do the walking – up her skirt. I reached under her fancy skirt from behind. She immediately tried to turn her body away. I shifted my hand holding her head down by her hair and grabbed her by the neck, continuing to keep her head pinned to the desk. Next, she tried to kick me with her nice spikey heels but couldn't get a good angle at me as I shifted my body beside her rather than behind her. My hand and fingers snaked up her skirt. I could feel the smooth, silkiness of her thighs in her pantyhose. I reached her ass and gave it a good squeeze. She let out a frustrated growl. "Stop this," she demanded. "I will not tolerate this abuse any longer." "I don't fucking care if you tolerate it or not," I told her. "You don't have any choice in the matter." "Oh, you fucking shit bag!" she hollered. God, this woman had a mouth. My years in the Navy didn't pain my ears as much as listening to her fowl mouth. It's just sad to see such an attractive woman and then hear that kind of crap spew from her mouth. She may have been dressed very professionally, almost elegant, but her mouth just ruined the whole innocent, victimized woman scene I had been envisioning. I began to pull her skirt up to expose her hose covered ass. It is then that I got a very good look at her pantyhose. By the style and quality of the hose, if figured she was wearing a pair of Wolfords – very expensive pantyhose – but rather fitting to be paired with the expensive skirt, jacket and blouse (all silk) that she soon wouldn't be wearing any longer. As I ran my hand roughly over her exposed ass, she exploded in rage. She kicked and swung her arms until she managed to break free of my hand holding her down. She ran for the door, but I caught her immediately. I grabbed her from behind, picked her up by the waist and threw her onto her own desk. She fought me hard, but still weakly as her small size and little muscular strength was no match against me. I grasped her by the wrists and held them over her head against the desk top. Lying down on top of her I kissed her roughly. She twisted her head away and then turned it back toward me to spit on me. I pulled her two wrists together and holding them with one hand, I used my other hand to wipe her spit from my face. I then wiped it off on the front of her jacket. "Get the fuck off me," she demanded once again. "You will have to make me," I told her, teasing her. "If fact, I will fucking get off, just as soon as we get all these clothes off and I have my cock rammed up your tight cunt – that's when I will GET OFF." "Don't you fucking dare fuck me," she said. "I will have you in jail in a New York minute." "Tick, tick, tick," I teased her more. "I don't see you doing it." I got back up from the desk, dragging her by her wrists with me. I looked into her brown eyes, hoping to see tears – there weren't any. She was one tough bitch, but I had just gotten started. While she struggled to free her arms from my grip, I pulled my shirt up to grab the set of handcuffs I had procured earlier. She saw them immediately and struggled even harder. "Oh, don't you dare," she told me. "I am so going to love seeing you rot in prison, you fuck." "Oh so you don't like my gift?" I asked her. "I got these pretty bracelets just for you." "Stuff it!" she shouted "Asshole!" Making quick movements, I spun her around and grabbed her arms, gathering them behind her. Although I really hadn't practiced the maneuver ever, I decided to try to slap the cuffs on her like you see the cops on TV do almost every week. It didn't work out – Katie laughed, knowing what I had attempted to do. I slapped her in the back of the head for good measure. Then, I used both hands to put one side of the cuffs on her left wrist, followed by the right. She fought hard but failed to prevent me from getting them on. Soon, her hands were bound together behind her body. "Not so funny now, is it?" I taunted her. "Fuck you," she replied. "You piece of shit." I spun her back around facing me. She looked at me with her usual contempt, but said nothing further, wondering what I was going to do next. She looked as if she was ready to spit on me again, so I spun her around once more so she was facing away from me. I leaned my head down just slightly to start messing with her. As she's quite tall for a woman at five feet, ten inches and I'm six feet even, it was much more comfortable with her than many of the shorter women I have "encountered." I gently nuzzled her neck, smelling her great perfume and trying to get a glimpse of her cleavage. Alas, she had none, as her small tits just didn't provide enough "air space" to create cleavage. Well it was time to start rummaging. I reached my hands around her – one hand to hold her waist, while the other to work on revealing her body some. I first unbuttoned her suit jacket, opening it up and pulling it off her shoulders to drop down her arms. The jacket now clustered against her cuffed wrists. At least that way she will be more comfortable having it as a cushion when I really get down to fucking her hard. Persecuting the Prosecutor "You are going too far with this now," she informed me. "The further you take this, the more severe your punishment will be." "Oh, Katie, Katie," I said to her. "Always the staunch prosecutor aren't you? You just need to relax, let your hair down, and enjoy our time together." "Fuck you!" she shouted. "You bastard shit bag!" Okay, enough of the pleasantries. It was time to have some fun with her. I ran my hands over her smooth silk blouse, starting at the shoulders and working my way down her front. With the back of her body pressed against me, and despite the bulk of her suit jacket around her arms and hands, I could feel Katie working to free herself, her hands and fingers moving around between us. Right now her elbows were slightly bent and thus her hands were resting in the small of her back, but I got to thinking that with our similar heights, I should take advantage of it. I momentarily stopped with my project of unbuttoning her blouse. I shifted my body slightly away from hers, grabbed her arms and pulled them straighter so that her hands were now positioned very near my crotch. I then pressed her back against me. "There babe," I said. "Now you can let your hands and fingers work all you want." "Go to hell," she said. "You are just scum on my shoes." I could feel her hands shift around some more. I again shifted my body slightly. My cock had been steadily growing in my pants as I started to feel her up. It was rather hard and had pushed itself upward so that it now lay against my lower abdomen. Soon, her squirming hands ended up touching my cock. Her hands instantly froze as she realized what she was touching through my pants. She tried to pull her body away from me but I immediately used my hand to press her even tighter against my body, not allowing her to be free of the feeling. I resumed sliding my hands over her blouse, now reaching her small breasts. "Oooh," I said to her. "What do we have here?" I felt her bra under her blouse. The bra distinctly had some extra material to it. "Are we a little self-conscious of something?" I asked her in a taunting voice. "Fuck you," she replied. "You are such an asshole. Leave me alone and get out of here. I'm sure security will be checking this room any minute now." "You are lying," I told her. "Those "rent-a-cops" never leave the building entrance except to get coffee, donuts and to piss." "How do you know that?" she asked me, rather curious. "You evidently didn't notice," I replied, "but I've been at Jack's trial all four days. I like watching people and observing what is going on." "So," she asked. "You've been planning this for a while?" "Yeah," I said. "Pretty much since the first day, when I overheard you talking about kicking someone's ass. I decided that your self-assured, cocky attitude needed to be taken down a few levels. You're all bullshit in a lot of ways." "Bullshit?" she said. "What bullshit?" "Oh you fucking know full well what bullshit," I lectured her. "You exude self-confidence, but you really aren't all that confident – it's just a front. You brag about being strong and being able to kick ass, but even though you have great muscle tone - you're weak. And you strut your body around like it is God's gift to men, but you're a man hater. Plus you aren't exactly God's gift to men because if God had given you as a gift to us, he would have given you TITS!" "FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE." She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Nope," is all I said to her. Well, curiosity got the better of me, so I started to unbutton her blouse. The squirming of her hands increased, despite the fact that they were still against my cock and she was helping me get even harder. I was pretty sure she didn't want me to learn her secret. Soon, I had her blouse all the way unbuttoned and pulled the bottom of it out from being tucked into her skirt. Like the suit jacket, I slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it bunch itself on top of the jacket on her arms. I think she actually liked that I had to again slightly shift myself away from her to allow room for the blouse to fall as she used the opportunity to shift her arms to one side, thus avoiding the constant feel of my growing cock against her hands. Now it was time for some real exploration. I slowly moved my hands onto her chest and then down to her bra cups. I had guessed she was maybe a 32B cup but with the padded bra I was not sure she was even that - I think she was trying for the impression of being about a 34B. Is there such a thing as an A cup? I might have to Google that at home when I get the chance. Anyway, I slid my hands down until my fingers were in her bra, just touching her nipples. Oooh, what do you know? Her nipples were fully erect. Was she secretly enjoying this attention, just putting up a very hard front? Or did her nipples get hard when she was nervous or frightened like some women? "Oooh," I said to her. "Your nipples feel real nice. I like how you have them all stiff just for me. Just wait 'til I have my tongue on them. You will really like it then." "Fuck off and shut the hell up," she told me as her squirming renewed. And renewed it she did. She lifted one of her legs and stomped her foot down trying to stake me with her heel. At the same time, she turned her body to try to rotate away from me. She managed to peel away from me and head for the door again. The problem for her was, this time she had her hands cuffed behind her and thus wasn't able to keep her balance. She made it about half way to the door, but lost that balance and fell backwards right into my arms. Oh how sweet. "Welcome back," I said to taunt her some more. "Oh, just fuck off, will you?" she said. "I am so tired of your mouth." "My mouth?" I questioned her. "What about you? You haven't stopped swearing at me since I stepped into your office." "Oh, go to hell," she said. "You are the law breaker here. I don't have to justify my behavior to you what so ever." "Have it your way," I said as I once again picked her up and threw her onto the desk. She let out that whiney frustrated growl again, but I ignored her attitude. Instead I wanted to get a look at those teeny tits. I pushed her against the desk with her lying on her back, her arms trapped behind her, legs dangling off the edge of the desk. Then, I reached down and pulled her bra down to expose her small breasts. They were indeed small. A friend of mine was once married to a woman with a flat chest. He always described her tits as being "fried eggs." Okay, yes I have friends that describe their wives' tits to me – get over it. Anyway, that was pretty much what they were – fried eggs – nearly flat. Her areolas were also small and pink in color. However, her nipples were awesome – they stuck out from her body like pencil erasers. I leaned over then began to suck on them, pulling them into my mouth, causing her tits to be pulled as well. She wormed around, trying to twist away and avoid my attentions. As I sucked on one erect nipple, I pinched the other between a finger and thumb and then switched. I certainly didn't want one nipple getting jealous of the other. "Leave me alone, shit bag," she demanded. I just kept sucking and pinching nipples. Occasionally I would have to pause long enough to slide her squirming body back to the center of the desk. I certainly didn't want her rolling off the desk, delaying my pleasure. After a while, as I continued to suck on a nipple, biting it as well, I reached a hand down to begin pulling her skirt up her legs. Katie started to squirm more as she realized how far I was beginning to progress in my assault. Then she did something totally unexpected... ----- She head butted me. Seriously, she fucking head butted me. What bitch does that shit? She simply jerked her head forward when my head was just below hers as I was sucking a nipple. I should have bit her nipple off when she did it, but my reaction was to stand bolt upright. I paused to "collect" my thoughts. She needed a retaliatory response from me, but the surprise and shock of her action had not yet worn off. "God you are a bitch," I said to her. "You are going to pay for that one." "Go to hell jerk," she said. "Oh I probably will be going," I replied. "But not yet. I have a few things to take care of first." "Like getting the fuck out of here?" she asked. "Please tell me that's it." Wow, this bitch was really getting on my nerves. It was time to get busy making her regret her head butting shit. I grabbed her by her hair and hoisted her back into a sitting position on the desk, her sexy hose covered legs bent at the knees, dangling over the edge. She immediately tried to swing a lower leg up to kick me, but I side stepped it easily. I wagged a finger at her to indicate her misbehavior. Next, I swung an open hand and slapped her across the face, turning her head to the side from the impact. She screamed out in pain, and then turned her head back toward me. "If you're going to fuck me," she told me. "Then fuck me, but leave the violence out of it. You don't have to prove you are a man to me. I already know you are a man just by your stupid actions." God, this woman was sweetly evil. I slapped her again for good measure. When she returned her head facing forward, I grinned at her. I then put my hands on each of her thighs and began to caress them. Her toned legs felt wonderful in her silky pantyhose. I pushed her skirt further up toward her hips, gaining access to the top of her thighs. I ran my hands over her legs and then between them. At one point Katie tried to prevent my roaming by clamping her legs together. I simply grabbed her by each knee and spread them back open. She had some decent strength to her legs. I could feel her resistance, but still she was not a match for me. My hands sought out the area between her legs once again. I tried probing her with my fingers but the pantyhose prevented me from venturing much. Next, I stood her up and spun her around quickly. She tried again to kick me, this time swinging her leg with a bent knee, trying to make contact with her heel. She grazed the side of my leg in doing this, so I reached around and clamped a hand on her throat. "Okay," I told her, slowly increasing pressure on her throat. "The kicking will stop. Understand? Say yes if you understand." "Fuck you," she said. "Yes." Okay, she said yes. However, I will discount the additional part. I kept my hand on her throat just to be sure. I then used my other hand to locate the zipper on her skirt. It was in the back and easy to find and operate. Soon, I had the skirt fully unzipped and let it drop to the floor. "Okay," I instructed her. "Step out of it and now you may kick it, and ONLY IT, to the side." "Oh, how I want to kick something," she said as she complied with my command. "I so want to kick your ass." "I think we have had that discussion already," I told her. "You lost the first time. Care to really try it again?" "Fuck off, bastard," she said again. I ran my hands over her smooth hose covered ass. I then released my hand on her throat in order to use both my hands to press her body against mine and slide my hands all over the front of her body. She began the hand squirming thing again, but this time purposely shifted them slightly to the side to avoid my stiff member in my pants. My hands ran roughly over her erect nipples and then down across her toned but not muscular abdomen. Soon, my hand ran down to her crotch, first over the hose, but then I shifted my hands to slide between the hose and her body under the waist band of the pantyhose. I pushed one hand further down to her trimmed pubic hair. My hand ventured even further and located the folds of her soft labia. I moved a finger up and down, feeling them separate, allowing me greater access to her treasures. I rubbed her roughly for a while. At the same time, I started to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobes. "Fucking get off me asshole," she said. "You think you're my fucking boyfriend or something?" "You have a boyfriend?" I asked. "He must be a saint or something to tolerate a colossal bitch like you." "Shut up shit bag," she replied. "You know nothing about me." "Sure I do," I told her directly. "I know you have teeny tits and nice sexy legs." "Fuck off," she said. "Soon, soon," I said. I pulled my hands back out of her hose, slid them back up her body, and squeezed her tits again. I then pushed her roughly onto the desk, with her body on the desk top and her legs over the edge, her heels still easily touching the floor. I forcefully spread her legs wider and reached between them to probe some more. "You know," she said with her head turned to the side as her head lay on the desk. "I think I've figured you out. You seem to display separation issues. Probably still suffering the effects of being separated from your mother while you were still nursing." "Oh?" I said. "You have it all figured out do you? Well then I have you figured out too. You're one of those bitches who took a psych course in college and now thinks she can diagnose any man upon first meeting him. That just generates bad karma. We could be great friends if you didn't have such a shitty attitude." "Friends?" she replied, laughing nervously. "You think if I had a better attitude toward you that we could be friends? Fuck you. You're raping me right now. That isn't exactly how you become friends with someone." "Hey," I said. "Just call it me getting to know you better." "Fuck off and die," she simply replied. I stepped slightly to the side of her legs, opposite of the side her head was turned. Next, I unbuckled my belt and slid it out from my belt loops. "What are you doing?" she asked as she heard the sound. "You will find out soon enough," I said. I took my belt and folded it in half, grabbing the two ends together. I then grabbed the folded end in my other hand. I leaned forward over her body, holding the belt over her head, but not where she could fully see it. I then moved my hands close together, causing the two parts of the belt to separate. Swiftly, I pulled my hands away from each other, making the belt halves slap together, causing a loud noise. Katie jumped and screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" she screamed in fear. "Well," I replied. "I thought it was time for some discipline." I slapped the belt over her head again, causing her to jump once again. I then stepped back, let go of the folded end of the belt, and slapped her ass with it. She screamed out with every slap of my belt. Despite the pantyhose covering her ass, I could still see her cheeks beginning to redden, her fair skin making the color more prominent. After a while of whipping her ass, I decided to tease her a bit more. I took the belt and let the end of it drop onto her back and then slid it along her body down to her ass until the tip trailed off onto the floor. I repeated this several times then suddenly whipped her ass again. I did this over and over, but each time changing the number of times I only slid the belt along her body, thereby not allowing her to anticipate when the whipping would happen. Her screams became an almost constant thing now, because she also screamed each time she felt the belt on her skin, regardless if it was a whipping or sliding motion she received. Her whole world became the pain and fear of my abuse. Gone were her snide remarks and insulting banter. Only her screaming remained, along with the sound of my belt when it cracked across her bright red ass. Actually, I have to admit I kind of missed hearing her talk like that. I whipped her ass a few more times then stopped. Looking down, I saw that my whipping had significantly damaged her pantyhose. Aww, too bad – I always hate it when pantyhose becomes the victim in my zeal. I dropped the belt on the floor and then stripped of all my clothes and shoes and tossed them out of the way. I then grabbed Katie by the hips and pulled her off the desk. With her standing again, I spun her around to face me. Her eyes grew wide as she saw that I was now naked, evidently not realizing I had stripped my clothes off. Her eyes slowly drifted down the length of my body, stopping at my stiff cock. Technically, she already had a fair idea as to its length from her squirming hands as our bodies were pressed together. However, I got the impression as she stared at its size that she was a rather poor judge of length using only her hands. I grinned at her. "I hope because you are a rather tall woman," I said to her, still grinning and pointing to my cock, "that your cunt is also rather long and able to take all of this in." "Fuck you," she said. "It's pathetically short compared to my boyfriend's." "Oh?" I replied. "Your boyfriend is a giraffe?" "Go to hell," she said. I grabbed her by the hips again, lifted her up and slammed her down onto the desk. Without pausing, I violently tore the hose away from her hips and crotch, leaving only the legs and a few random shreds intact. She screamed as I did this, as I was not careful to prevent her from lower abdomen and legs getting punched and mauled as my hands worked in brutal fashion. "Fuck!" she cried out. "You're an animal." I looked into her eyes, grinned and then growled at her for effect. I bent down and retrieved the belt. In that brief time, she had already struggled to prop herself up with her hands and was half sitting up on the desk. I took the belt and draped it over one of her shoulders and then dragged it toward me allowing the tip of the belt to slide down her chest over her tit. I could see her body shudder as the belt travelled lightly over her nipple. I repeated this with her other shoulder and tit – another shudder. As I held the belt buckle in my hand, I wrapped the belt around it until only a section about a foot long remained free. I used this shortened piece of belt to whip one of her tits – lightly at first. She screamed and tried to roll off the desk upon the first impact. I had to grab her and reposition her, with her lying back down on the desk rather than propped up. Actually, this gave me a better angle to whip her tits some more. She scream out with each blow, her tits growing red and her nipples sticking out to their full potential. God, despite her very small tits, they were extremely sexy all red and swollen, erect nipples begging to be sucked again. I dropped the belt again and began to suck and bite her large nipples. She still screamed as my attentions continued to irritate them, causing her more pain in that sensitive area. She couldn't take it any longer and broke into a rage, screaming, kicking her legs, and twisting and bucking her body. I stepped back, letting her carry on for a few moments, watching her sexy body move and twist. I did make sure I was clear of her legs as much as possible as she still had on her heels, which no doubt could inflict significant pain. She soon tired and slowed her thrashings. After she calmed down a bit, I pressed my body on top of hers, pinning her down to the desk. I started to kiss her roughly, as she tried to twist her head away. I reached both my arms toward her head – placing one hand on her forehead, the other on her throat. She immediately got the hint and reluctantly submitted to my desire. I again kissed her, her lips remained soft but unresponsive. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, while she moved hers away and did not spare with mine as I had hoped. I broke the kiss and stood up. I then roughly grabbed each of her thighs and pushed them apart as wide as her body's flexibility would allow. Next, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk. She could feel my stiff cock pressing against her. I leaned back, grabbed my cock and guided it to her waiting hole. Persecuting the Prosecutor "Now we have reached the moment you have been waiting for," I announced to her. "What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked me. "I never asked for this." "Sure you did," I replied. "A little while ago you essentially said I could fuck you." "I did not give you permission, you asshole," she said angrily. "Yup, you did," I said. "You said 'If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me.' I take that as a request – one I am now going to fulfill." "AAARrr," she growled in frustration. "That is not saying yes! No means no – and I have said no many times since you have been here." "Bullshit," I said to her directly. "You have told me to shut up. You have told me to go to hell. You have told me to get out of here. You have even called me every insulting name in the book. However, you have not ever said NO to fucking you or to raping you." She opened her mouth to speak once again – then closed it. Fuck – did I just render her speechless? What a moment – I must savor this. "NO! NO! NO!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. "You cannot fuck me. No, you cannot rape me. No, you cannot hurt me anymore. Get the hell out of here and leave me the fuck alone for good!" "See," I told her. "Now, that's the way to properly convey your wishes. Very good, Katie, you have made progress today. You finally understand you have to be direct when speaking to a man, and not prattle on with subtleties and unreadable body language. Of course being the criminal you have labeled me as, I won't be complying with your requests. Instead, I WILL fuck you." I could see her anger and frustration growing. Despite this, I started to shove a finger into her cunt. Surprisingly, it was not dry as I had thought. Hmmm, maybe the banter and whipping was secretly turning her on? Well, I could hope that way, but it didn't really matter. I pushed my finger all the way in and began to circle it around, feeling the space within. She squirmed and twisted her body, not wanting the intimate attention. Soon, I added another finger inside of her and began to slide them slowly and gently in and out. After a while, I crouched down and began to lick and nibble her labia. I then reached up and rubbed her clitoris with a finger, alternating with licking and rubbing. Her twisting and squirming grew, although I couldn't tell if it was from wanting to get away or from pleasure building in her body. I spent considerable time doing this to her. But now I began to hear something new. She was not screaming – she was moaning! Well, did this colossal bitch have some true emotion to her? She could actually feel a positive emotion toward a man and what he could do? I just had to taunt her for this one. I stood up and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, a slight pleasurable expression on her face. "Hey, sexy," I said to her sweetly. "What's going on?" She suddenly stopped – startled by the sound of my voice. I continued to rub her clitoris. "Ah, n-nothing," she said clearing her throat. "I'm not doing anything but wishing for your death or at least imprisonment." Her face had already returned to its near-blank, yet stern expression – the one that says 'I want you to rot in hell.' Okay, I think that special moment was over. Whether she was truly gaining pleasure out of the experience or not, I will probably never know. I knew it would not profit to question her about it as I was positive I would not receive the truth from her. I think she just decided to imagine that I was her boyfriend to shield herself from the "trauma" of the attention, or maybe she just masturbated a lot and I happened to find her most sensitive parts. Anyway, I decided to drop the whole thing and not talk to her about it. The problem was she didn't have the same idea. She lifted up her head off the desk. "What's the problem dirt bag?" she asked. "You suddenly realize you're inadequate for the task?" "Really?" I said to her. "You would want that wouldn't you? Well, I guess you are going to be disappointed once again. I want that sweet cunt of yours and you will feel it being violated by this cock." I grabbed my cock and wagged it at her. Then while stroking it with my hand, I reached my other back down to her cunt. First, I again inserted a single finger, and then added another. I pumped them in and out of her warm, wet cunt several times before adding a third, pumping again. Finally, I added the last finger, curled my thumb in and shoved my entire fist inside her with a massive thrust. Katie sucked in a breath and screamed in shock. I fisted her violently for several hard strokes. "Was that good for you?" I asked her in a snide voice. "F-fuck off," she said, still not recovered from the shock and pain. She laid her head back down onto the desk and closed her eyes. I really think that up until now she viewed this whole situation as a game. Okay, maybe not the whipping part – but at least the banter we exchanged. However, now the true reality of her situation was starting to crash down upon her and her mind was reeling to catch up. I pulled my fist back out. I continued to stroke my cock with my other hand, but then had to let go to use it to spread her legs wide again, as she had begun to close them again. After roughly spreading her legs, I grabbed my cock with one hand, spread her labia open with the other and slid the tip of my cock into her extremely wet cunt. "Hey Katie," I said. "Look at me." "What asshole?" she said lifting her head. I slid my cock all the way into her in a single thrust – she was so wet there was no resistance. I pumped in and out several times, and then looked at her. "This is me fucking you," I taunted her. "You can't do a thing about it, so you might as well get into the moment. Go ahead – moan for me." "Fuck you," she said. "I'll have you know that with penetration your charges will be increased, from sexual assault to full rape. That means your sentence will go up, too." "Oooh," I again taunted her. "I'm so scared, especially of the bitch prosecutor dangling off the end of my cock." "Go to hell motherfucker," she spit at me. "You're just criminal scum to me." "Oh, really?" I said. "That means getting fucked by a criminal is one more thing you can scratch off your bucket list. I'm sure you have been dreaming about being taken by a real man – like the ones you put away every day." "Bullshit," she said. "I have no such desires." All the while we talked, I fucked her cunt. At first I started out rather gentle – actually gentler than this woman deserved, but I soon stepped it up a bit. As I ran my stiff cock inside her hard and then backed out slowly, I played with her little tits. I reached over to one tit and pinch the nipple, and then pulled her tit hard. This I then repeated with her other tit – over and over, I did this without pausing. Soon, her tits grew red once again. The whole time her nipples remained fully erect and from this angle did indeed look like large pencil erasers – especially since they too were pink in color. We had a blast – me fucking her warm, wet cunt hard and fast, and then slow and soft, and then hard and fast again – while she swore at me and called me every derogatory name she could come up with. I decided to start up a general conversation just to see how she would react. "So, Katie," I asked. "What do you do when you aren't protecting women from us assholes?" "Fuck off," she replied. "I don't have to tell you anything." "Hey," I said. "I'm just trying to pass the time here. I could get the belt instead." "I work out," she told me. "Oh, I can see that," I said. "You have very good muscle tone. Only thing is, you should have worked on strength instead. You saw how easily I controlled you." "Go to hell, asshole," she said. "Why are men such assholes?" "You're really a hot woman," I told her. "You just need to get a better attitude and all the guys in town will be wanting you." "I don't want all the guys in town," she said with venom in her voice. "I told you I have a boyfriend." "But I bet he just doesn't satisfy you does he?" I asked. "He does, just sometimes I do need mo-," she said. She had suddenly stopped talking as she realized she was revealing too much. She laid her head back down on the desk top. "Oh?" I said back in my taunting mode. "You need? - More? Were you going to say you need more satisfaction than what he can deliver? So, what do you do?" "Fuck off," she said. "I'm not going to tell you anything." "Hmmm," I continued. "Let's see. If he isn't giving you enough of what you need, then you must be doing something else to get the satisfaction you want. That must mean you masturbate." She suddenly lifted her head up and looked at me. I took that to mean I spoke the truth. I gave her a few extra hard thrusts while I grinned at her. "That's it, isn't it?" I said. "You must have a few toys around - anything in your desk or purse that we might put to use?" "No, there isn't," she said flatly. I stopped fucking and pulled my cock out of her cunt. I then stepped to the front of her desk and looked through the drawers, but all I saw were the usual stuff like papers, files, pens, a stapler, and other office crap. She started to shift around on the desk while I searched it. I stood back up and grabbed her by the throat. "Just stay where you are Katie," I instructed her. "I haven't had to really hurt you for a while since you have been such a nice girl. However, if you try anything now, your ass or tits will pay the price with my belt, understand?" She didn't answer. I squeezed her throat a little more. "I asked you if you understand," I said to her angrily. "Yes, I understand," she said with the little air I gave her. I let go of her throat and began to look for her purse. It wasn't in her desk, so I began to look around the office. I know a former colleague always kept her purse in the bottom drawer of one of her file cabinets, so I looked there – several times, as she had several file cabinets. Then I spotted it. I could have slapped myself in the head, for it was in a rather obvious place – hanging from a hook on a coat rack next to her office door. I walked over to it, pulled it off the hook – it was rather heavy - and brought it back to the desk. "Not very observant are you?" Katie asked seeing me finally find it. "Oooh," I said, leaning over her. "You want to spare some more do you?" "With you?" she said in a fake syrupy-sweet voice. "Anytime." "Well," I said. "Sounds like a date to me." "Sure," she said. "Come around my office anytime. I can have an officer here in thirty seconds to put you in cuffs." "You mean like these cuffs?" I asked as I reached over and pulled on her arm, tightening the short chain on the cuffs she wore. I dug into her purse. Holy shit this woman carried a lot of stuff. No wonder her arms had some good tone to them – she didn't even have to go to a gym. In there she had a water bottle, a wallet, and a crap load of receipts, a roll of mints, a smart phone, a little plastic holder for carrying business cards, and the mother lode. She had a small vibrator. I picked it up with only a finger and thumb and dangled it over her head. "Oh, fuck you asshole!" she shouted. "Now I can get you for stealing!" "My, my, my," I said, laughing. "We must be a busy girl during our break times." "Go to hell shit bag," she told me, turning her head away from me in embarrassment. "Put that back and get the fuck out of here." "No way," I told her, still dangling the vibrator. "I'm having way too much fun to end it now. It's great that you could make this extra contribution." Being near her head, I decided to take advantage of the position, so I grabbed her by the chin and turned her head toward me. After setting the toy down beside her, I grabbed my still stiff cock with my other hand and guided it to her mouth. She immediately clamped her mouth shut as she saw it coming toward her. I took my hand off her chin and moved it to her throat once again. Without asking her, she decided that it would hurt her to resist any further and opened her mouth. I shoved my cock into her mouth as far as I could get it. She choked and gagged, but then began to suck. She didn't have a lot of practice, but she did okay. Given her limited skill, she sucked and licked it as best she could. Once, I felt her choke again – causing her teeth to connect with my cock. A soon as this happened, I slapped her on the side of the face. Soon she got a little better and I didn't feel teeth again, only her sweet wet mouth. After a while, I released her throat and grasped her by the hair and began to forcefully skull fuck her. She mumbled and gagged frequently now. Then, I felt a bit of pre-cum come out into her mouth. Her eyes grew wider as she realized what it was. She didn't shallow it and tried to force it out of her mouth between her lips and my cock. I slapped her on the face again. "Swallow it," I demanded, pointing. "The belt is over there." She swallowed the small amount that remained in her mouth. I pulled my cock out and walked back around and spread her legs again. I rammed my cock into her cunt and began hard thrusts again. I then reached up and grabbed the toy I had fetched from her purse. Soon, I began to alternate between thrusting with my cock and shoving the vibrator into her cunt. For a long while the only things that could be heard were the two of us breathing and the vibrator buzzing. "Come on," she asked in a whining tone. "Haven't you had enough with me already?" "Umm," I said. "Let's see – no." I thrust my cock into her again and then grabbed her hose covered legs and lifted them up. This not only gave me a better angle to ram into her deeper, but also gave me better access to her asshole. I put one of her legs on my shoulder and then used the free hand to start pushing the vibrator into her ass. She let out a scream as she realized a new violation of her body. I guess she's an ass virgin. "Sensitive there are you?" I asked her. "I might have to shove my cock in there later." "Fuck you dirt bag," she said. "Don't you fucking dare rape my ass. A sodomy charge will really impress the sentencing judge." "Katie," I said as I continued to violate her ass with the vibrator and fuck her cunt with my cock. "Haven't you realized that your judicial threats mean nothing to me? Your hot body and shitty in-need-of-adjustment attitude outweigh any threat you can spew at me." "Drop dead, fucker," she said. I continued to fuck her sweet wet cunt for a long time. Occasionally, I would twist and turn the vibrator as I shoved it in and out of her ass. Soon, I let go of the vibrator and just left it inside her, concentrating instead on the rhythm of my thrusting into her cunt. As I began to feel my lust build in my cock and balls, I grabbed her by the hips to accentuate my fucking. I pounded her violently for a time, all the while grunting and growling at her. "Oh, you are so hot, Katie," I said to her between grunts. "I'm going to cum deep inside you very soon." All I could hear was her ear-piercing scream – "NOOOOOOOOO!" I felt my cock buck and then explode as I shoved it as deep as possible inside of her, digging my fingers into her hips as I pulled her toward me roughly. As my cock throbbed its sticky cum, filling her sweet cunt, I could hear Katie begin to cry. I couldn't believe what I heard – she was crying and sobbing, tears pouring down her face. The Great Super Bitch of the Universe was broken – I had conquered her in only a matter of hours. It was sweet, yet melancholy to hear. As my cock continued to deliver my cum inside her, I already began to miss Katie's sharp and snarky quips of insult, ubiquitous man-hating, and also just her general bitchy attitude. "Hey, babe," I said softly. "What's wrong. Is there something I can do?" She cried a little longer without responding. I left my cock in her as I watched and waited. Her cries and sobbing began to slowly subside, but the flow of tears did not diminish. While I continued to wait for her to calm down, I took the time to gently play with her tits, ensuring her nipples remained erect. She coughed and swallowed hard, then resumed her soft sobs. Soon, my cock began to soften inside her cunt. I slid it out and shook the remaining cum onto her trimmed bush. I then softly caressed her legs as I waited to see if the original Katie would show back up. "Are you alright?" I asked innocently. "I need to know if you're okay." She coughed again, sobbed briefly and then just stopped making any noise. I walked around to make sure she was still breathing. Her chest rose and fell with regular frequency. As I approached her head, she turned toward me and blinked her eyes several times. I looked into those sexy brown eyes, seeing a few more tears cling to their edges. She sniffled a couple of times and blinked some more, trying to clear her eyes. Finally, a glimmer of recognition crossed her eyes, so I decided to attempt a platitude again. "Katie," I said softly. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I think so," she said, still sniffling. "My arms really hurt. Can you take these cuffs off?" "Sure, Katie," I said quietly. I hesitated, thinking she might be planning something. However, looking into her eyes, she didn't really seem to be fully connected to reality just yet. I began to walk back to that side of the desk when it hit me – I didn't have a fucking key! I cleared my throat. "Um, Katie?" I said. "I'm sorry, I don't have a key to get them open." "THEN GET A FUCKING COP TO DO IT FOR YOU, YOU FUCKING RAT BASTARD ASSHOLE!" she hollered. Aww, I was overcome by the emotion of the situation – my Katie was back. The tears she shed were real – I had no doubt about that – and the emotion she showed when she realized I had cum inside of her was also extremely real. What really amazed me was her ability to recover so quickly and reconstruct her man-hating, bitchy persona. The woman deserved a metal – what metal I have no idea – something depicting her emotional recovery greatness at least. Okay, corny idea. "Hey, you're back," I said to her. "And you're fucking still here!" she shouted. "Hey, I was concerned for you," I replied. "I thought I had lost you emotionally." "Get bent fucker," she said. "I was faking it." "Bullshit!" I spit at her. "You weren't faking it. Why the fuck would you fake something to satisfy me? That just doesn't make sense. If anything, you being the ever better man-hating bitch you are, you would have done something to stop or reduce any pleasure I could get from this. So, bullshit you were faking it." She laid there looking at me for a while, thinking about how she wasn't convincing in her need to put up her strong front. Her eyebrows tightened in thought. Finally she seemed to accept defeat in her own mind, but didn't express it to me. Her eyebrows went back to normal. "Can you really try to do something about these cuffs?" she asked. "My arms really do hurt." "I can help you sit up," I said. "At least that will take the pressure off of your arms." She nodded in acknowledgement. I gently grabbed her by the shoulders and hoisted her into a sitting position. The vibrator dropped to the floor and stopped buzzing. Oops, was still in her ass until now, buzzing away? I chuckled while I held her upright, ensuring she had her balance. I sat on the edge of the desk, still holding her in my arms. Soon, I softly placed my hand on the side of her head and gently pushed her head to rest on my shoulder. I then began to slowly rock us back and forth. This lasted for many minutes. Finally, Katie cleared her throat. "Okay Romeo," she said sarcastically, her head still on my shoulder. "Are you done with this romance shit?" "Hey Katie," I said. "You just aren't used to being treated this way by a man. You're too used to having bars between you and a man. You are just not used to any physical contact with us, preferring your little sex toy there instead." Persecuting the Prosecutor She took her head off my shoulder and let out a heavy sigh. I let go of her and stood up. "Okay, here is the deal," she said seriously. "I will offer this once and once only. If you don't take it, the deal is instantly off and I will see your ass in court. If you end this right now by walking out of here this instant and never come into my presence as long as you live, I will let you go and not report this incident. That's the deal – take it or leave it." "Oh," I said, trying to suppress a laugh. "Let me get this straight. You're plea bargaining with me? Seriously? Do you honestly think I would fall for that? I walk out of here and in thirty seconds you could have a cop in here – your words – no way bitch, I'm not buying this load of horse shit you're selling." "Rat bastard," was all she replied, dropping her head. "That's me," I said. "I'm the rat bastard that just fucked you and filled that sweet cunt of yours with my cum – the cum that is now making its way into baby land." She suddenly made a squeaking noise and tried to wiggle off the desk. "Oh, my fucking god," she shouted, sliding off the edge of the desk. "If I get pregnant you are going to be in so much trouble." She sounded like a mother lecturing her own child. I started to laugh and watched her crouch down like she was trying to pee on the floor. "What the fuck is your problem," she said as she tried to force my cum out of her cunt. "You," I said. "I swear you'd charge me with child support evasion or some shit now." "Fucking right," she said. "I'll charge you with everything I can make stick." "So," I replied. "I guess that means someone will finally be charging me with that President Kennedy assassination thing I did a while back, huh?" "Go to hell," she said. "Is that a confession?" "You're a piece of work," I told her. "I was fucking two years old at the time and the gun was heavy." "So you had help then?" she asked, looking up at me. Next thing I knew she was once again sprinting for the door. She managed to get to it but couldn't get the door knob turned as her hands were still bundled under her blouse and suit jacket behind her. I laughed at her as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back to the desk. I backed her into the desk and looked into her eyes. They showed she was as feisty as ever, nearly challenging me to do something to her. So I did – you can't say I don't rise a challenge. My cock also started to rise as I thought about my next series of moves. "Well, Katie," I said to her, grasping her throat. "You have been a bad girl and now you will have to be punished for it. Why do you insist on making me treat you this way?" I quickly bent down and scooped up the belt. I folded it and snapped it in her face like I had before. She flinched each time the belt cracked. "Do you like pain?" I whispered to her sinisterly. "I can give you all the pain you desire. Actually scratch that – all the pain you deserve." She shuddered, evidently remembering the whipping on her ass and tits she had received earlier. She opened her mouth as though to speak, but closed it again, saying nothing. I suspected she was about to make another snide remark or insult toward me but thought better of it. The girl can learn, albeit slowly. I couldn't let it pass. "Are we out of words my dear?" I taunted her. "I'm sure you were about to say something." "Fuck you!" she said angrily. "I think you are going to be seeing more charges soon." "In the words of John Wayne," I told her. "'You're very pretty when your angry, missy.'" She glared at me like I was mad. She evidently wasn't a fan of the man – oh, that was it – he was a man. Guess her fandom only extends to females. "Well, you got the fuck you wanted," she said. "Isn't it time you moved on now?" "Move on?" I asked, swinging my hand, the belt slapping my other palm. "Surely you don't think I'm done do you? I have other things I want to do to this body. Remember your threatened sodomy charge? I have to earn that one fairly." Her eyes got wide as she imagined the new horror she would have to endure all the while trying to keep up the strong persona. The burden of it weighed heavily as she leaned against the edge of the desk, me slapping the belt in front of her. "You fucking man whore," she said. "You had better not do it, I swear." "Yes," I said. "You swear a lot. Like I said before, the crap that pukes out of your mouth is far from lady-like. Your speech should be blooming with roses and daffodils." "Oh get real motherfucker," she replied. "I'm a woman, not some delicate flower to treat like some Victorian damsel." "Don't you dare," I told her. "Don't I dare, what?" she asked. "For a minute there," I said to her. "I thought you were going to break out into a Helen Ready song. I would've had to vomit." "Who's Helen Ready?" she asked innocently. "Never mind," I said. "If you never heard of her, I certainly don't want to generate anymore anti-man ideas in that brain of yours." She looked at me with a puzzled face, but didn't ask further. I dropped my hand holding the belt to my side and used my other hand to quickly start pinching her nipples. She tried to move her arms – I think it was a spontaneous reaction to me grabbing her nipples – she was trying to hide them. Of course, the hand cuffs prevented her from covering up her tits. However, what it did was cause her shoulders to rotate forward and make her tits appear just a bit larger. It was a nice look. I pinched her nipples again, one after the other. "Stop that," she demanded. "I want you to go now." "Are we back to that?" I asked. "Where you make useless demands on me, I ignore them, and then fuck you?" "Yeah," she said. "I guess so. Of course the solution would be for you to NOT ignore them and get the fuck out of here – without fucking me." "Sorry, I can't do that," I told her pointing to my hard cock. "I have to take care of this first. You are going to help me do that." "Fuck you," she said looking down at my cock. "Yup," I said, pinching a nipple again. "I will fuck you." I grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. I slapped her on the ass with the belt several times. I stroked my cock with my other hand and then used it to slap her ass with my cock. "Now, Katie," I said. "I think it's time to earn that sodomy charge." With her arms still cuffed behind her, she tried to push me away as she screamed. I held her arms down easily, and then gave them a push, forcing the side of her head against the desk. "Stop that," I said. "Or you'll get some more pain." I let go of her arms, but she didn't try again. She continued to scream as I slid my cock into her still wet cunt. I thrust in and out of her several times to get my cock well lubed. I then pulled out of her cunt and in one thrust – rammed my cock into her ass as I spread her cheeks wide with my hands, still holding the belt in one. Katie groaned as her asshole was expanded to accommodate the girth of my member. I could tell she was extremely uncomfortable by the feel of a cock in her ass – obvious that she had never experienced it before. The scream now that emanated from her mouth nearly shook the windows of her office. I hoped to god that there weren't any random people on this floor, as I'm sure the sound carried throughout. I pushed my cock as far as it would go with her ass cheeks spread. She prolonged the scream until she nearly passed out from lack of oxygen. I began to pound my cock in and out. It was a sweet view watching my cock hammer into her deeply at the same time seeing her body rock back and forth from the force of the impact. I didn't hold back, slamming inside of her as hard as I could. Soon I let go of her ass cheeks, dropped the belt next to her body, and grabbed her by the hips to accentuate the impact by pulling her toward me with each inward thrust. Katie continued to scream and groan from the force of me slamming into her. I watched her ass cheeks jiggle as each time I pounded into her. Sweat began to form on both of us, Katie's ass glistening with little droplets. "Oh, God," she cried out. "P-please s-stop. My god, please don't do this anymore. I can't take this!" I laughed at her and then began to grunt with each thrust. The front of her thighs slapped against the side of the desk with each pounding, her whole body moving and shaking from my rough assault. "This fucking hurts so much," she cried again. "Stop! Please stop!" I did not pause or slow. If fact, Katie's pleas were just the final thing I had been hoping to hear. She was beginning to truly break down. The only thing I still wanted to hear was for her to start offering to do anything for me if I would stop – to me the ultimate plea bargain. I decided to taunt her some more, hoping to bring her further over the edge. "So Counselor," I asked. "Are you having fun being the victim instead of the prosecutor? Does it give you a new perspective? Too bad you can't have the experience of the perp. Now that would really give you some perspective. Hmmm, I wonder if there was a way we could work that out for you." "F-f-fuck y-you," she managed to eke out between groans and quick breaths. She was breathing very hard and irregular now, between the groaning, screaming, shouting, and the fact that being violently slammed against the desk didn't help her expand her lungs much. Despite my increasing exhaustion, I began to pound deep inside her ass even harder. Soon, her desk began to slowly travel in jerking movements toward the wall of her office. "Please, oh god!" she screamed. "Stop! Please stop!" I did not stop. Instead, I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling and pushing her onto and off my cock, her ass cheeks shaking from the force. "FUCK!" she cried out. "STOP! I can't take the pain anymore. No, please don't hurt me anymore!" I was getting close. I let go of her hip with one hand and picked up the belt again. I swung my arm to cause the belt to spin several times around my hand. I then used the leftover tail to whip her ass cheeks. She screamed louder as the new sensation of pain struck her. I looked at the side of her face and saw many tears streaming down it, dripping to the desk. "Stop! No, god, stop!" she continued to cry between screams. Despite my best efforts thus far, it seems she was still strong enough to not break down and plead an offer. Well, I would just have to step up this ass fucking to another level. I let go of her hips entirely and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her screaming head off the desk. As I did this, I also uncoiled the belt to its full length dangling it beside me. Soon, I had her nearly standing fully upright as I still pounded her ass and her thighs slapping into the side of the desk. Then, in one slick move I swung the belt around her neck, let go of her hair, and snatched the other end of the belt out of the air as it sailed toward me. She jumped as the belt slapped against her throat. Next, I thread the end of the belt through the buckle and, still holding the end, I let the buckle slid along the belt until the loop lightly cinched around her neck. "I finally have you now," I said "Beg for air or die right hear with my cock in your ass." She let out a scream, using up all the air she had left as I tightened the belt on her exposed throat. "Oh my god, NO!" she shouted as the belt began to choke her. "P-please don't kill me!" Her body shook as her mind brought her to a place she hadn't imagined before – that I would kill her if she didn't submit and fully cooperate. Maybe she thought it was still all a game - that because we teased and sparred with each other so well, that I had gained some respect for her and didn't really want to harm her. I really don't know what she thought, or what possible defensive posture she would try to take now. "No, please!" she continued. "I'll do anything you want. Just please don't kill me. I'll let you go free and clear if you let me go alive." "Well," I said. "We are making progress, but you're not yet there." "There?" she asked. "Where? What do you mean by that?" I tugged on the belt to tighten it more. Her breathing remained labored, fighting against her bond. "What I mean, Katie," I told her. "Is that as sweet to hear as it is, I don't want you to plead for your life. What I want is for you to tell me to fuck your ass – tell me how much you like it." As I continued to fuck her in the ass, I waited for her to respond. She cried some more, breathing heavy, forcing air into her lungs as best she could. I slacked the belt just enough to snap it – striking her on the back between her shoulder blades. She jumped and then her body shook. I tightened the belt again. "I want you to fuck my ass," she said flatly. I slacked and slapped the belt again, immediately tightening it once more. "You had better fucking do better than that fake shit you just spewed," I said. I pulled the belt tighter, she choked. "Please," she croaked out. "Please don't kill me. I want your cock to fuck my ass. Do it hard." "That's better, bitch," I told her. "Keep it up and keep living." I pounded her ass, pulling on the belt as I slid inside, slacking the belt as I withdrew. "Pump it in me," she said, crying. "Please fuck me. Fuck me hard." "How does it feel?" I asked her. "I want to hear how good this feels." I slapped her ass with my other hand, still pulling on the belt with the other. Choking noises and the sound of her forcing air into her lungs filled the room. "Oh god," she choked out. "That feels good. I love the feel of your cock in my ass." "I want to hear more," I told her, slapping her ass again. "Keep telling me about getting fucked. Get creative or I will." Her body shook again – maybe she had an image of my "creativity." I don't know, but she got creative herself to save her life. "Oh my god," she said as I slacked the belt to let her have more air. "Your cock is so huge. My ass can't handle the size of your cock. I want you to fuck my ass hard. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it good. I want to feel your cock cum in my ass. I want you to fuck and cum in my ass so much." As fake as it was – it fucking turned me on to hear her say those words. Maybe it was just the fact that I got her to say something like that at all, but it was hot. As I pumped her ass roughly, I relentlessly slapped her ass. She continued to talk – saying much the same phrases over and over – to me, they never grew old. Soon, my cock and balls gave me the signal that they were ready for delivery. "You're going to get your wish, Katie," I said in a growling voice. "I'm going to slam deep into your sweet ass and cum inside you." I pulled hard on the belt, violently thrust deep into her ass and exploded. My sticky cum shot inside her as she choked and tried to scream – only a scratchy sound came out. My cock throbbed inside her as I slapped her ass. "Take that cum," I shouted. "You fucking hot, little titty bitch!" I rammed my cock in and out of her to milk the last of my cum. I then withdrew my cock, lowered her back down onto the desk and looked at her. She was nearly unconscious, wheezing hard. I quickly loosened the belt and checked to see if she was still breathing – she was, but it was shallow and irregular, she had no strength to move. I located all my clothing and shoes and got fully dressed, taking my belt off her neck as the last task. After threading it on my pants and tightening it up, I checked her breathing again – it was improving but she was still too weak to do anything but breathe. As I passed her ass again, I saw that my cum was slowly drooling out of her asshole and dripping onto the floor creating an amoeboid shape. I left her lying there bent over the desk. First I grabbed her purse again, fishing her cell phone out and pushing it into my pocket. I then stepped out of her office into the receptionist's office, pausing only to yank the phone cord free from that phone as well. I then walked to the stairwell, taking steps two at a time down to the main floor. As I passed a trash can in the lobby near the guard station, I casually dropped Katie's cell phone into it. The guard ignored me when I passed. As I hurriedly left the building I began to think. Katie didn't really know my name, only that I was a friend of Jack's, and he certainly would tell her if asked. Also, the only time I showed my I.D. was to the security guard each time I entered the building. No log was kept of who came in either the building or the courtroom, and considering the number of people entering the building each day, I certainly doubted any of the security guards would remember who I was. However, just as a precaution, I decided I had better leave town and lay low for a while to let her cool down and possibly forget the incident. Even if she managed to determine who I was and located by small apartment, there was nothing there that would indicate where I might flee, so I would considered myself safe once I could get safely out of town. As I approached my car, I already began to miss the conversations I had with Katie and began to think about seeing her again sometime in the distant future.