"His Callie honour has asked you to visit him in his chambers today. This is a real honour for you so please make sure you do everything you're told."
Callie was shown into the judge's opulent chambers filled with costly furniture and antique wood panelling. This was her opportunity to get out of what was turning out to be the worst decision of her life. The judge was a renowned figure in the legal world, having written countless treatises and precedent-setting judgments ... rubbing shoulders with the rich and powerful. He would surely be horrified by the manner in which her law firm was taking advantage of vulnerable young female lawyers during lockdown.
He looked up from his desk when she entered, his gaze scanning her with interest. Although an old man, he was heavy-set and strong-looking despite his age and the thickening of his middle that took place over the passage of time.
She'd been instructed by HR to dress demurely. "His honour doesn't like lawyers to look like sluts. Make sure you adhere to the firm's dress code. Your skirt must go beneath the knees and your blouse must be buttoned. He enjoys the disrobing process."
Callie's eyes widened in panic and she swallowed hard. This wasn't sounding promising.
"Come in girl," he gestured. "Take off your mask." She removed her mask and he studied her unpainted face narrowly. "Take off your clothes and lie down over there on the table. Face down," he added. "I just want to read through the papers sent by your firm first."
Her heart raced. This man was definitely not going to help her escape the Firm's euphemistically phrased COVID 19 Lockdown Wellbeing Initiative. Along with the firm's partners and strategic clients, he was clearly thoroughly complicit.
Trembling violently, she removed her clothing, glancing around the large room fearfully. There were large windows, the walls lined with countless tomes and on the judge's desk were photos of his smiling wife and family.
She stared at the table on which he had instructed her to lie. It was a heavy antique desk with leather padding that looked like it belonged in a museum.
Lying down on the desk face down she shivered from the cold of the desk against her bare breasts. At that point the judge's associate, a blond young man in a dark suit with cold eyes entered the room wearing latex gloves and carrying a small metal tray.
He gave a low whistle of appreciation when he saw her. "Very nice," he remarked. "I'm Josh and I'm here to prep you for his honour. Sometimes I really love my job." He had the look and manner of the boys she had hated in law school. Rich, privileged white boys who had the world at their feet. They worked at the Firm as well and here she was, lying naked before him.
He ran his hand down her leg almost casually, almost absently for a moment before tying her to the legs of the desk, her wrists and ankles bound with soft silken fabric so that she could barely move.
"Why?" she whispered in a petrified voice.
"His honour likes his girls tied up for buttfucking so that they don't move around too much." He grinned. "He's pretty spry for an old guy but he's still old after all."
His large gloved hands went down to her buttocks, kneading them appreciatively. "Very nice," he remarked. He began probing her asshole with a gloved finger and then another. She could feel his fingers opening her up. She winced and he massaged her tight asshole firmly. She couldn't stop herself clenching defensively.
He gave a low whistle. "His honour is going to be a very, very happy camper... He loves fucking anal virgins.. although you're going to make it difficult for me to lube you up if you do this," he told her matter of factly. He moved his finger, feeling her ass muscles tighten against his invasive touch.
"Lift yourself up," he ordered her, putting a small leather cushion under her hips so that her ass canted up into the air for easy access.
Callie whimpered despite herself, panicking as she lay naked in this obscene and degrading position.
The judge's associate removed the lid from a tube of lubricant, squeezing a liberal blob of lube onto his gloved finger. A long, cold, slick finger applied a very firm, determined pressure on her sensitive anal ring, the finger pushing in harder as her anal ring began to expand around his finger as it entered more deeply.
She flushed hot in humiliation as his lubricated finger slid inside of her easily, her ass gripping his finger as he pushed in deeper. He crooked his finger inside of her and Callie could feel his knuckle pressing firmly against her reluctant muscles. He began to move it, back and forth firmly and insistently, her anal ring pulled out when his finger retreated, threatening to release its grip on his finger, then he would slip it back in, deeper this time.
Josh grinned down at the young girl's ass. She was very, very tight -- pleasurably so - but she couldn't fight the slickness of the lube. He started fingering her, feeling the muscles grip his finger and he pushed his finger deeper into the hot, resisting depths of her body.
"If I'm lucky, his honour will let me have a go at you when he's done with you. He does that sometimes -- says there's no reason why only the senior jurists should reap the fruits of your Firm's Wellbeing Initiative."
Callie whimpered quietly as he continued to penetrate her ass with his gloved fingers. "Let's see if we can't fit two of these babies inside of you, shall we?" he remarked, as lube helped two fingers slide inside of her with ease. Her anal ring initially resisted him but then yielded, stretching wide as his knuckles sank with inexorable, agonising slowness into her protesting asshole.
"Please stop," she pleaded with him. He was stretching her too wide and as he slid his strong fingers in and out, she was beginning to feel pain from the uncomfortable stretching taking place inside of her. The pain was nothing however compared to the overwhelming humiliation she was feeling.
"Believe me darlin', this fingering here is just the appetiser. If you think this is too much you're going to have your mind blown by the main course," he told her his voice a mix of amused and sympathetic. "Anyway, you're doin' real good," he praised her, exaggerating his overbred Southern drawl as her tight body accepted his fingers all the way inside of her, grunting when he pushed his finger a little too hard against her rectum. She tolerated the full extent of his long gloved fingers which he kept deep inside of her body, slowly pulling them apart, eliciting a long and strangled groan from her full parted lips as he stretched her open from the inside. He enjoyed the sensation of twisting his fingers inside of her experimentally as he kept her spread and continued training her butt muscles.
When he finally withdrew, she panted in relief. "Please no more -- I can't take anymore,".
She whimpered when he slid three gloved fingers back into her, stretching her even more. "Oh god!" she shrieked at the invasion. It honestly felt as though he was trying to shove his whole hand up her ass, his fingers spreading out inside her, stretching and forcing her muscles into submission as they opened her up.
"Honey babe, you are going to thank me later for lubin' you up all slick like this and opening you up a little. His honour's schlong is a bit on the huge side. It's no wonder his poor wife is happy he now fucks outside of the sacred marriage bed -- I'm surprised poor Gladys can still walk after years of being fucked by that third leg." He looked down into her wide, panicked brown eyes. "Sweetie -- after his honour's taken you up the ass with his foot-long baton, I'll probably be able to fit a whole fist up you."
