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Katrina's eyes glazed over, no longer seeing the erotic, frenetic ass fucking of the pompous Justice; she lost in the images of that fateful afternoon of so long ago. To Katrina, it was like it happened yesterday. Every image, every sound, every smell, came back to her with crystal clarity. The nightmare started when the matron came running into the judge's chambers, summoned by the sound of His Honor howling in pain from Katrina's reflexive bite on his turgid organ.
"Get the bitch outta here Mandy! Take her back to her cell! Have her back in my courtroom at four o'clock, sharp! Oh, and Mandy, put her in full restraints. She likes to bite."
Mandy seized Katrina, placing her powerful hands on her shoulders, spun her around, wrenched her left arm behind her and snapped on the cuffs. Then she quickly secured her other wrist to it with a none too gentle backwards jerk of her right arm.
"Get on your Knees! Now! Drop!" Mandy yelled into Katrina's ear."
Katrina started to squat down slowly, awkwardly, as she struggled to keep her balance. The matron pushed down hard on her shoulders to move her along, driving her down hard on her knees. Holding her by the shoulders, she bent over and whispered in her ear, "okay my little hellcat, on your belly."
Mandy gripped her tightly by the shoulders and drove her torso down to the thick carpet, placing her meaty hand on the back of her head and pressing her face into the floor.
"Okay honey, just lie still and cooperate. If you fight me, I'll hurt you, . . . bad."
Katrina was too surprised and frightened to resist. She lay perfectly still as the matron dug into her side pouch and pulled out a gag consisting of a black rubber ball and a thick, black , leather harness.
Putting one knee in the center of her back and grabbing a fistful of hair, the powerful matron yanked Katrina's head back. As the young girl opened her mouth to scream in pain and protest, the matron roughly shoved the rubber ball gag in her mouth, let go of her hair and quickly buckled the leather harness behind her head, pulling the strap so tightly that the corners of her mouth were completely caved in.
"That's a nice little girl. We'll be done in a minute. Just you hold still."
Katrina struggled initially with the sudden feeling that she was suffocating but calmed down when she realized she could breath through her nose. The stout matron was sitting on Katrina's ass, painfully jamming the young girl's pelvis into the floor but Katrina could do nothing to move her. She was utterly pinned under her weight.
Mandy was breathing heavily from the exertion but continued on, removing the ankle cuffs and chain from her pouch. She spun around on Katrina's ass to face her legs, grabbed one ankle, bent her leg back, put the cuff on, dropped it, bent the other one back, cuffed it and dropped it back to the sound of the short hobble chain rattling as her leg bounced on the carpet. She spun back around on Katrina's ass, reached into her pouch and pulled out her favorite restraint - the arm binder.
This devilish little device was not standard equipment. It was Mandy's own personal little item for dealing with recalcitrant prisoners. It consisted of two leather cuffs that went on just above the victim's elbows, separated by a chain whose length could be adjusted through a small fitting on one cuff. Like a miniature chain fall, it provided mechanical advantage and had a brake for holding the length selected.
Mandy put the elbow cuffs on her, slid herself up further so she was sitting on Katrina's lower back and then released the brake on the fitting. She took a tight grip on the end of the chain, wound it few times around her meaty hand, put her other hand squarely between Katrina's shoulder blades, and then suddenly shifted her weight to the hand pressing down on Katrina's back.
Without warning, she suddenly yanked up on the chain, drawing it rapidly through the fitting, viciously pulling Katrina's upper arms towards each other as the chain length between the cuffs shortened to about six inches. Katrina's muffled cries of pain and surprise could only barely be heard through the tight gag. Only her flailing legs hinted at the enormous pain that shot through her upper back and shoulders. Mandy set the brake on the fitting to hold the length and then sat back on Katrina's rump, releasing the pressure from her back.
The square cut matron took several deep breaths; wiped the sweat from her brow with her thick forearm; pushed a lock of her short black hair off her forehead; put her hands on her hips and said:
"Looking good little fox. Just one more slight adjustment and we'll be out of here."
With that, Mandy swung herself off Katrina's butt, to the young girl's temporary relief; knelt beside her; pulled her up a quarter turn so the trussed prisoner was facing away from her while lying on her side. Mandy then planted her shod feet squarely in Katrina's back, one between her shoulder blades and the other on her spine; took a firm grip on the chain that was still wrapped around her hand; released the brake on the fitting with an almost silent "click," and, without warning, yanked back as hard as she could on the chain, using her legs on Katrina's back to develop tremendous leverage and force.
Katrina was stunned at the sudden move, believing her restraint had already been completed. The suddenness and force of the tug forced her upper arms almost completely together. Katrina was nearly broken in half by the force of the jerk which folded her upper body lengthwise along the centerline of her back. The matron reset the brake and then disdainfully rolled her back on her belly.
Katrina flailed on the floor in pain as her upper back muscles were nearly torn from the bone from the wrenching, tight restraint. Her shoulders were pulled all the way back and grotesquely folded and bent in towards each other.
She tried desperately to loosen the bonds pinning her arms so cruelly back but to no avail. The matron swung back on top of her, grabbed her by the hair and back of her shift and stood up, hauling Katrina up as she went. As she straightened up, her breasts were unnaturally thrust out as her pinioned arms pushed her chest out. Pressed against her thin cotton shift, they looked like traffic cones as they pointed up.
"Okay honey, come along with me. We have unfinished business."
The matron grabbed her by the upper arm, spun her around facing the door and frog marched her out. She nearly tripped on the first step, her stride stopped short by the hobble chain. The powerful matron gripped her, preventing her fall but the jerk back up on her arm sent a jolt of pain through her twisted upper back.
"Four o'clock sharp Mandy! And Mandy, . . . you needn't be gentle with her," the Judge said and smiled slightly for the first time since he was bitten.