Lizzie's Deposition

Author's Notes:

Thank you to kenjisato for proofreading and rainmaker for creative input

All characters are at least 18 years old even if not stated.

---Chapter 02: Old Bitch New Tricks---

Despite the humiliation of the previous evening, I had a rejuvenating night's sleep. I got up and performed my daily routine of a hearty breakfast, an hour of Pilates, then a steaming-hot shower.

I was thankful for the weekend to get my mind off things. The best distraction for me was definitely to keep working on my trial planning, especially since it was in a few weeks. I retrieved my phone to see if any clients had contacted me.

When I turned my phone on, I was quickly reminded why I threw it-- that asshole made a website and posted the video of him fucking me...

While the video of last night played on my phone and filled my room with the sounds of my moaning, I went into a haze of the memories from last night. How Jared blackmailed me, how he forced me to strip for him, made me suck his huge cock, made me swallow his load, then eventually made me cum, then again, and again...

I shook my head and snapped out of my haze. When I came back to, I found one hand in my panties fingering myself and the other under my bra playing with my nipples.

What the fuck was I doing, I thought to myself. Then once again, I was snapped out of thought by the video from last night still playing.

"I'll cum wherever the fuck I want to cum, bitch!" Jared's voice yelled through my phone's speakers.

Holy fuck! I almost forgot that he came inside me... I wasn't on birth control... I needed the pill and I needed it fast.

I put my hair into a bun then quickly threw on a white blouse with a pair of jeans and two-inch heels, then rushed downstairs and jumped into my sports car before driving half-an-hour to a drug store in the next town over. I could not risk anyone I knew seeing me buying the pill. I went head into a parking spot right by the door and bolted into the store. I grabbed the package and cut ahead of the line to the front. A few of the other customers gave me a few looks but none spoke up.

The cashier was a young Asian man, possibly a high school student at his part-time job. He must have been afflicted by my authoritative demeanour. He gave me a strange look once I threw a pill on the counter, but once I gave him my signature glare, he quickly rang me out and I was on my way back home. There was no way I was going to have Jared Jacobs' kid, I told myself, the entire drive home. The thought of being forced to have Jared's kid was more than enough to make my stomach churn.

I pulled into the long road down to my house. My home was just barely too small to be considered a mansion, but it was still a massive estate with acres of greenery, and an Olympic-sized pool in the backyard. My house was surrounded by a gate with the only entrance being at the front. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a beat-up car I didn't recognise.

"That's strange, the cleaner wasn't supposed to be here for a couple hours..." I mumbled to myself, readying my phone to call the police.

Before I could, my front door opened wide. Standing in the doorway, hands in pockets, and as detestable as always, was Jared.

"You have a nice place, Lizzie, I'm definitely going to enjoy spending weekends here," he commented.

There was no other way to describe the expression on my face but a combination of annoyance and shock. I lowered my window then yelled out,

"What the fuck, Jared?! How did you even get in here?!"

I paid thousands for my front-gate security system, and the high walls with their adorning hedges would make sneaking in any other way painfully difficult.

"Oh please, Lizzie, that system's a joke. Now come on inside, we have a long day ahead of us," he bellowed out, gesturing me inside; inviting me into my own house as if it was his, his arrogance was maddening.

"C'mon, we don't have all day," he bellowed again.

I slowly stepped out of my car, leaving the pill I had just bought in the glove compartment. I couldn't dare risk him finding out about the pill, he could use it as more blackmail over me, or even worse, to just dispose of it all together.

"Hurry up before I invite Reginald from HR to this wonderful abode as well," he called out, sternly.

I rolled my eyes and walked inside my house. After he shut the door behind us, I got face to face with Jared.

"Look Jared, yesterday was a one-time thing. That is never happening again. I need to work on my upcoming trial, so get out," I asserted.

"Oh, Lizzie, you have no idea what I have in store for you. You're going to wish last night was a one-time thing." He smiled disparagingly at me.

The thought of doing anything with him again sent shivers down my spine.

"It's the weekend, two days of the week I don't have to put up with you and your vexatious face!" I yelled once more.

"You need to learn some respect, Lizzie," he said, calmly.

"You're one to talk, you pestiferous pig. That's it, if you don't get off my property this instant, I'm calling the police and having you arrested for trespassing," I threatened.

"Oh really? You think the police could get here before I send an email and ruin your life?" he asked sardonically. "As a matter of fact," he said, before pulling out his phone and turning it towards me.

An email addressed to Reginald with the files of my cheating pre-attached. The only thing stopping him from receiving it being the blue send button on Jared's screen.

That was already terrible enough, but then he went to the private website he had created and the familiar sounds of my moans flooded from his phone's speakers.

"Which should I destroy first-- your career? Or, that pristine prude reputation of yours?" he asked me.

"Fuck you," I retorted; it was all I could say.

Normally, I could outwit my opponents, find the flaws in their strategies, find the chink in the armour, but I couldn't think of a single one for Jared and my situation.

I needed more time to find a way out. That's what the weekend was supposed to be. Most importantly, I still needed to deal with the previous night's consequences.

"All right, enough of the pleasantries, Lizzie. It's time for your training. Strip and kneel, sitting on your heels; lock your fingers behind your head, and thrust your tits out," he ordered.

Training? I nearly gagged hearing him say it. But he should have known, and would learn if he didn't, that I'm no pushover. I had made it to the top by cunning and merit, and cunning and merit would free me, eventually...

Fuck, was I really going to let him boss me around in my own home? The answer was clear once he spun his phone around and hovered his thumb over the send button.

I stripped out of my blouse and jeans, and moved my hands behind my head, but was quickly stopped by Jared.

"Nice try, Lizzie, bra and panties, too," he instructed me. "It's not like I haven't seen it all already," he sneered.

I rolled my eyes at the high schooler, but did as was told. I undid my bra, letting my tits flop out, a sight that received a chuckle from Jared. I couldn't believe I was doing this again, not even half a day after my initial humiliation. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them, once again leaving me nude in front of my intern.

He pointed at me, then moved his finger down towards the ground.

I, once again, rolled my eyes, but did as he had instructed. I closed my eyes before lowering myself slowly onto my knees. I brought my hands behind my head and interlocked my fingers before thrusting my chest out.

"This here is your default position. Whenever I tell you to get into position, this is what I expect from you," he explained, staring down at me.

Position? Who the fuck did he think he was? I jumped up onto my high heel-clad feet, fuming and snapped at him,

"I am not some show dog for you to teach tricks to, I am Elizabeth Rutter, the-- Urgh!"

My yelling was interrupted when Jared shoved two fingers into my pussy while the other hand roughly yanked one of my nipples towards him, causing me to stumble forward and be eye level with Jared. He gave me a little grin as he realised I was wet from before, that stupid haze I fell into thinking of last night.

"Lizzie, I don't have time to listen to you boast about how you're the youngest partner ever at a prestigious law firm, nor do I care. Starting last night, the only title you have that I care about is 'my slut'," he remarked, fingering me a little quicker, using his thumb to keep a rhythm on my clit. Meanwhile, the other hand began kneading my tits faster.

My breathing became heavy while I could feel my own juices against my upper thigh. Fighting against it became a wasted effort and my moans eventually broke through.

His thumb began circling my clit softly and in just the right rhythm. His other hand was occupied, softly yanking my tits up by slowly pulling on my nipples, only to drop them and have them bounce against my body.

"Stop denying that you like this, Lizzie. You love it when I play with this pot-roast pussy of yours, or these oversized melons," he began whispering to me.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I was too enveloped in pleasure.

"You want to cum, don't you, Lizzie?" he whispered softly into my ear.

I nodded my head quickly.

What was wrong with me? I asked myself. Was a little bit of rubbing all it took for him to break my resistance? But I didn't care, I was close, I wanted it.

He smiled in response to my nod, and began rubbing a little faster, but keeping the same tempo. My moans became more licentious as he brought me closer and closer, then he took his hands.

"What the fuck!" I screeched, throwing my hands onto Jared's shoulders and leaning onto him to keep myself up.

Once I had myself balanced, leaning on Jared, I rushed a hand down to my twat to try to finish what he started, but my wrist was quickly gripped by Jared. I tried to break his grip, but I was too horny and weak to put up any real contest.

"That's a reward for good girls, and you have been anything but so far," he teased me.

I glared at him, still flushed and breathing heavily.

"Now, get back into position," he ordered.

I resumed the humiliating position, kneeling before Jared, hands behind my head and chest thrust out. He crouched down and picked my face up by my chin.

"Another instance of disobedience, and I will make the website public. Disobey twice, and Reginald receives a very interesting email. You understand, Lizzie?"

I continued staring daggers at him, refusing to speak. I may have faltered but I refused to yield, I told myself. But all it took was him shaking his phone in my face.

"Fine, asshole," I spat back.

He responded with a quick sneer, "What a convenient transition into resuming your training."

I cringed once more at him speaking of me as a dog, 'training'...

"You have such a foul mouth, not very ladylike. I think women should address men as sir, wouldn't you agree, Lizzie?"

I remained silent, scowling at the idea of calling someone I viewed so far beneath me as sir.

"I think Reginald would agree with me," Jared commented. "Maybe I'll ask him in this email," he continued.

Fuck, I had no choice.

"Yes, I agree, sir."

I almost puked addressing him in such a subservient manner.

"See, I knew you could do it, Lizzie. Now, remember, from now on, I don't want anymore nodding or head shaking. Words. Understood, Lizzie?"

"Yes, sir."

I nearly gagged again.

"Who knows, maybe if you are a good girl and get through the rest of your training without any more outbursts, I'll reward that fat ass of yours, I know how much you enjoyed it last night," he chortled.

My face displayed nothing but disgust, but my pussy fluttered once he brought up the ass fucking from last night.

My body being sensitive to anal was one thing I wished I never found out about myself.

"Now, stand up, keep your hands behind your head and your udders thrusted out," he ordered.

I slowly stood up, attempting to minimise the amount of bouncing my breasts would do. I had to play along with this game of his, but it didn't mean I was going to give him more than I had to.

"This position will be called 'expose'. If I say, 'expose position,' I don't care where we are or who we're with, you assume this position. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Where we are or who we're with? What was he planning, I thought to myself.

"Good. Now, last position, for now at least," he chuckled. "Turn around, bend over by the hips, your torso parallel to the ground, then bring your hands back to spread your cheeks," he finished.

I looked at him with disgust, but obliged regardless.

It was definitely the most humiliating of the three positions, not only was I bent over and spreading my holes, but my heavy breasts were putting strain on my back, making it difficult to maintain the angle Jared had ordered.

"This is 'reveal', when I say, 'reveal position,' you go into this position without hesitation, is that understood, slut?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, fighting to keep my balance.

My mind wandered back to what he said before, anywhere and anytime he commanded it... Was he going to force me to do this at the office? My heart started racing at the thought.

Jared began patting my still sensitive pussy and I kept spreading my holes for him, forcing grunts out of me.

"The curtains aren't as appealing from this angle," he commented.

"There's nothing wrong with my pussy," I shot back, tired of him criticising the shape of my vagina.

"Women don't speak unless spoken to," he said. "Women's mouths are for sucking cock," he continued. He walked around in front of me, with his semi-erect cock in my face. "Maintain reveal position, and suck my cock while I list out a couple rules for you."

Doing my best to ignore his misogynistic comments, I went to grab his cock from his pants, but was quickly stopped.

"I said to maintain reveal position," he said, firmly.

I brought my hands back to my ass and spread my holes to maintain the position, but it was impossible to reach his cock.

"Come get it."

He whistled at me, once again treating me like a dog. I lifted my head up with a furrow brow, only to see his phone pointed at me.

"Are you recording me, sir?!"

"Your website could use another video. Now, be a good slut and come fetch my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours."

I contemplated grabbing his phone and smashing it right then and there, it would buy me some time, but he said the previous night he had made backups of the proof of me cheating, he probably had done the same with the video from last night.

"Good girls do as they're told when they're told," he said, turning his phone around to show me the email to Reginald was all he needed.

I tried not to think about this ending up on that stupid site, and did what I had to do.

I bucked myself forward to get his dick in my mouth. With every buck forward, my breasts flopped about my chest, adding another layer of shame.

I caught his tip with my lips and began doing what I could in this position and without my hands. I bucked forward, swallowing more of his cock, and with each cycle of me going back and forward on his shaft with my mouth, my tits swayed.

The recoil of my chest was uncomfortable, keeping my holes spread was uncomfortable-- everything about this was uncomfortable, but I continued. I hoped just working on his tip would work, making this agonising task a little less so.

He grabbed my hair and began throat-fucking me. I went to slam on his waist, but was met with a stern reminder to keep in position. Fuck, this weekend was supposed to be a recovery from last night's humiliation, not an addition to it. Instead, it wasn't even noon yet, and there I was, sucking Jared's cock, in that humiliating position... Being 'trained'...

"All right, Lizzie. First rule, you do whatever I say, whenever I say it."

I couldn't respond with his cock in my mouth.

"Second rule, you will address me, and all men for that matter, as sir. Regardless of when, where, and if you outrank them."

I began fighting tears, while he continued to roughly fuck my throat.

"Third rule, you may not cum without permission. Of course, there will be more rules to follow, but for now, those are your rules."

He continued to fuck my mouth until I finally felt his cock pulsate and his load was shot straight onto the back of my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow it, keeping me gagging and coughing in this humiliating position.

When I finally regained my composure, he picked my head up by my hair.

"Do you understand your rules, Lizzie?"

I looked up at him with a furrowed brow.

"Yes, I understand my rules, sir."

Just getting that sentence out was a chore.

"Glad we have an understanding. Now, dance for me, Lizzie."

He went over to sit on my couch, while I stood up from the position, my back was sore and so were my tits from just hanging off my chest.

"What exactly do you mean by dance, you want me to hokey pokey for you?" I spat back.

Jared didn't say anything, it was a few seconds of silence. Did I finally catch his tongue, I thought to myself. My question was answered quickly.

"That's funny, Lizzie, you know what else is funny? How you'll be a lawyer and pornstar at the same time," he threatened, thumb hovering over a button on the site which read 'make public'.

"No! Please don't!"

There was no hiding the desperation in my pleas.

"Well, Lizzie, I always knew you were a dumb cow who likes to act smarter than you are. Let's try one last time, what are your rules?"

Fuck, why did I talk back, now he was riled up, I just made it worse, I thought to myself.

"Do whatever you say, whenever you say it, address all men as sir, and no cumming without your permission, sir."

I said it like a soldier repeating orders to their sergeant, his thumb was still over the button and I was not going to risk another slip-up.

"And did you do what I told you to do, then address me as sir?"

"No, I didn't, sir."

"So why shouldn't I expose our little sexcapade? Or the fact that you're a fraud, if you can't even follow a few simple rules?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He switched over to the email to Reginald, hovering his thumb over that send button. I knew what needed to be done, just until I could find a way out, I told myself. I took a deep breath.

"I will be a good girl and do as you say whenever you say it and address you properly, sir. Please give me another chance," I pleaded.

"Very well, Lizzie, I'll give you another chance to prove you can be a good slut, I can't let your disobedience go unpunished however, turn around into reveal position."

Great, back to that, I thought to myself.

I turned around and bent at my hips, then reached around to spread my holes for Jared.

"Move your hands up and grab each of your tits, and look at the floor in front of you."

I worried for what was to come while I moved my hands up.

*SMACK*

"AH!"

His hand came cracking down on my ass cheek.

*SMACK*

Then the other.

"Bad girls who don't obey get spanked."

*SMACK*

He came down again, I screamed in pain while struggling to stay in position.

"I'm feeling twenty, I think twenty is fair, ten on each cheek."

*SMACK*

Again on my other cheek.

Hell, he wasn't half way through and I began tearing up from the pain. I wanted to up and run, call the cops and get him out of here, but I really screwed up with that hokey pokey comment. I was stuck.

*SMACK*

*SMACK* ... sixteen more, for a total of twenty.

Each spanking caused me to shriek and I buck forward, if I wasn't holding onto my breasts they would've flopped everywhere.

My ass was red hot and probably had a few marks; meanwhile, a tear was running down my face.