Held Accountable
Part Two
By JustJake051
Held Accountable is a character crossover story with Held Accountable: Aequitas
Chapter 5
Two days after the horrible City Commissioner's meeting, Miranda Reston sat at her office desk, caught up in her work. The two days of guilt and self-loathing over her mixed emotions had run their course. She was traumatized at first, after a commissioner had sodomized her at the deposition meeting. It was so filthy. Again, the guilt hit her and confused her. If anything, she was, at that very moment, fantasizing about the experience and remembering the large size of the man's cock as he ravaged her backside.
Despite that, her guilt tore at her. How could she possibly feel so good after being so abused, taken anally? She had never allowed Stan, her husband, to do that. And the fact that she looked more like a sleazy whore today, didn't help her guilt. She was now getting daily orders from her boss, Rex, on what to wear to the office. Today, she was forced to wear a ridiculously short white skirt, split outrageously open in the front. She had to add white stockings with cheap rhinestones up the back seam - all Rex Cantore's idea. The small white lace garter belt wrapped around her tiny waist framed the tiny lace thong. The short, white boots with 5-inch heels were a little over the top for work, she thought, and very difficult to walk in. The petite five-foot one-inch woman quickly discovered this morning, that with those high heels, she had to lean slightly forward to keep her balance. This caused her large tits to push out lewdly in front of her. The tight sheer white lace blouse only made it worse. The higher the heels, the more her large breasts and ass stuck out as she tried to walk, she soon realized.
Everything in her world was now unimaginable. She could never have imagined that she would be wearing shoes with that high of a heel to work. She could also could never have imagined becoming the corporate whore. The white underwire shelf bra had her large breasts pushed all the way up and obscenely out, as she struggled to stand upright and balance herself. Today, she really wanted to feel good about herself, to fight off the guilt of the episode with the county commissioners. And there it was - her old guilt, back at her. It was odd, she thought. Was she feeling secretly proud of how good she looked? Her confused mind spun, as she wrestled with the contradiction. She was feeling sexy, of all things.
Her phone rang once, then twice and she hit the speaker button. Before she could answer, a voice on the other end of the phone began to yelp.
"MOM!!! Help us!!" she heard.
She snatched up the receiver and cut off the speaker phone so no one in the adjacent offices could hear.
Her daughter, she couldn't tell which one, was sobbing and wailing on the phone. The twins were being held at the police station on charges of drug possession.
"Shit," Miranda growled, as she slammed down the phone. She had to go get her daughters out of fucking jail. What else could go wrong, she wondered?
She arrived at the jail and was led down to the lowest level in the building, the isolation and interrogation rooms. The elevator ride down to the basement seemed endless, as the young officer with her spent the entire time blatantly ogling her. As the elevator door opened, he followed so closely behind her that she felt him actually rubbing up against her ass. She hurried down the hall to the isolation cell.
"Unbefuckinglieveable!!" she swore under her breath, as she turned the corner and saw her twin girls sitting on the metal bench in the brightly lit cell. Two uniformed officers, equally as young as the one in the elevator, were standing in the cell with the girls, as the third officer stepped around her and opened the door. He let her into the cell and followed her in, closing and locking the door behind him.
The twins, Malia and Maria, were sitting on the stainless-steel bench, dressed only in their bras and panties. Maria was sobbing wildly, while Malia sat there, a cool smirk on her face.
While the girls were identical twins, they couldn't have been further apart in their personalities and dispositions. Maria was smart and the scholar in the pair, and the shyer of the two. Malia was a very different story. She was the wild one of the pair. She was homecoming queen, always involved in clubs at school and very popular. They were both attractive girls and, while they inherited their mother's looks, they hadn't inherited her large breasts. The twins were slim and athletic with small bosoms. They were now both about five foot, four inches tall and noticeably taller than their petite mother, though the resemblance was striking between the mother and daughters.
Miranda stormed into the middle of the room, doing her best impression of an angry defense lawyer to get their attention. She wanted the girls to know that this behavior was totally unacceptable. As soon as Miranda entered the cell, Maria ran over, grabbed her and clung tightly to her mother.
"Where are your clothes?" Miranda asked her sobbing daughter.
"They took them!" Maria wailed, pointing at the officers. "And they put their fingers inside us. They said they were looking for hidden drugs."
"WHAT!!" Miranda yelled. "Only a female officer should have done that."
"Listen, Counselor, it was an emergency. And they're eighteen, adults. And they had to be searched right away, including body cavities for drugs. We had approval from a judge approving the search."
"WHO??" Miranda screeched.
"Judge Menlow gave us the authority," answered one of the young officers.
"Shit," Miranda whispered to herself. She knew Judge Jack Menlow very well and there was little love lost between the two of them. She wanted nothing to do with that horrible man.
Maria, blubbering and wailing as she clung tightly to her mother, stopped abruptly and stared at her mother.
"Mom??? What... you're dressed like... like... a slut - what are you doing? Oh, I know... You're on the job. You're out doing an undercover hooker sting operation for your job, right? Right?" Maria asked between sobs. Maria had always believed that her mother's life as a lawyer was filled with glamorous crime detection and adventures.
Malia, the other twin, laughed out loud. "Yeah right," she chirped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like she was just trying to get something dad couldn't give her at home."
Suddenly the isolation room door swung open, and Dave DeLuca and Rex Cantore walked into the holding cell. They moved in close to the three officers. Whispers were exchanged and as quickly as they came in, they left, not a word said to Miranda.
"It seems we have some new information about several new crimes that may have been committed by someone at your company, Counselor. However, we've been informed by Mr. DeLuca and Mr. Cantore that certain good things would happen if we could be persuaded to look the other way. They said you'd know what that meant. And the three of us would also agree to make the charges against your daughters all go way. Mr. DeLuca and Mr. Cantore suggested we propose it as a sort of out of court plea bargain. All you have to do is fuck the three of us and the charges will be dropped," the young officer said, a smirk now on his face.
Both girls let out a shriek.
"Quiet!" Miranda snapped and turned back to the officers.
"Do you know how many laws you've just broken, officer?" Miranda snarled, suddenly confident that she was in total control of the situation.
"None, Counselor. See, there are no cameras or microphones in this room. It's just your word against ours. And no one will believe two drugged out kids and their slutty mother. And the folks over at your company seem to have some information that they are just dying to give up about you," the officer said with a smile. "So, it's really all up to you. All this can go away, and your daughters can walk out of here. And with nothing on their records. Or...."
Suddenly deflated, Miranda bit her bottom lip and looked over at Maria and Malia. "Damn Rex and Dave," she thought to herself. Maria was sobbing dramatically, and Malia was nodding emphatically, encouraging her mother to go ahead and agree to have sex with the officers. Miranda paused for several moments. Silence.
"Well boys, I guess that means no deal," one officer said, and they all started towards the door. "Let's go start the booking procedures on the girls for drug possession."
"WAIT!" Miranda said. The three officers stopped and turned back. She took several steps to the men and stopped squarely in the middle of the trio. The tiny woman looked up and glared at them, defiantly. Then she seemed to melt in defeat. Miranda slowly reached behind her and unzipped her short white skirt. It fell quickly in a circle around her feet, and she stepped and kicked it to one side of the cell.
Soon, all three of the men were standing in a tight knot around Miranda, rubbing and touching the tiny blonde. In no time her flimsy blouse and bra were on the cell floor. She stood in the cell in her white thong, garter belt, white stockings and boots, closely surrounded by the three officers. She reached down and peeled the white lace thong off her slim hips and flipped it to one side. An audible inhale from the two daughters filled the cell.
She dropped down onto her knees and was soon sucking all three of the cocks dangling in front of her face. Her twin daughters sat off to the side of the room, their mouths hanging open in amazement.
Soon all three of the cocks were rigid and slick with her saliva. Suddenly, the scene turned quite violent. Miranda was pulled onto her feet and roughly tossed to one side of the room, slammed against the wall of cell bars. The garter belt she wore was violently ripped off of her hips by one of the young officers. Pushed against the side of one of the cells, she grasped the jail bars along the wall leading to the empty adjacent isolation cell and held on tight. Bent over, her ass sticking out, she offered an easy target for the officers.
One of the young police officers stepped quickly in behind her, his rigid cock bobbing and dancing in front of him as he moved near the trembling blonde. Miranda soon found her cunt filled with the young officer's cock, as he savagely drove into her from behind.
"C'mom, you hot little bitch! Fuck me good. You know you love it!!" the cop yelled.
"Ahhhhhhh," she exhaled, as a hard cock plowed deep into her cunt and the officer pushed her face against the cold cell bars.
