The Lawyer

The Rape Lawyer

She was walking through the various layers of security going into the prison with the lawyer that is her sponsor in the company she was joining. Joining her, for the first time, to see a client and help with the questioning and defense. She was looking forward to her first time in the fray so to speak! Her sponsor looked a little frazzled and uneasy, more than she normally does, but no matter. They were both dressed in professional outfits, a skirt and a blouse with high heels; a business suit as benefited a lawyer working at a top firm. Both of them carried a briefcase, which they opened when going through security, inside a number of folders along with things to help with stationary like binder clips and paper clips. Once inside the prison Linda, her sponsor, went to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later.

Linda is a good-looking woman, in her forties, and not married. She has a decent set of tits, hair done up behind her head in a ponytail. Her face is quite striking and she has aged well, she does some working out and is in shape and has all the right curves.

Linda comes back and looks at you and nods. "I want you to ask these questions," she says and gives you a clipboard with a list of questions. "No matter what happens in this room you are to make sure you ask these questions and get the answers for them written down." she frowns slightly. "Got that Karen?" she asks, using your name.

Karen herself was in her early 20s, just graduated from college. She had on a nice simple set of glasses on her face, dark brow hair also pulled back into a simple pony tail, she has smaller tits, b cups, is slim and goes to the gym every day. She looks toned and in shape.

"Yes. Got that, ask the questions and write down the answers. Sounds good." she says.

Linda nods and pauses then looks at her again. "Make sure you get the answers to those questions, no matter what happens." she pauses even longer and looks thoughtfully at you. "Remember who I am, I control your future at this company," she says, a half threat although you have no idea why she would be threatening you.

"Ahhh. Right," she says as they stop in front of the door to the interview room. The room has no windows, a single door, no cameras just a table and three chairs, plus the client. They were defending a man who is accused of raping a woman jogger in the park. The guard opens the door to the small interview room. "Bang on the door or yell out if you need help." he says, looking at both of you and nodding.

The client was already in the room, one of his hands cuffed to the metal table, a big powerful-looking man who looked hard at the two women entering the room. He smiles as he sees both the girls entering the room, then the door swings shut behind them and closes with an audible thud, locking itself with a loud click. Locked in the room with a rapist. She slowly exhales and looks around, waiting to follow the lead of her sponsor.

Linda stops inside the door to the interview room and waits till the door is closed and then the click of the lock shuts on the other side of the door. Then she takes her clothes off, all of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Once her clothes are off you can see she has put a binder clamp on each nipple and one right on her clit. Each of the binder clamps has a length of string attached, about 24 inches long in each case.

She opens and closes her mouth as she watches her sponsor strip in front of her, getting naked in front of her and the client. "What?" she asks as she watches her strip. Linda just looks at her and shakes her head, not saying anything.

The client watches all this and laughs. "I guess she brought you with her since I told her not to speak anymore." he says and laughs again, watching as Linda comes over to him and stands beside him, legs apart, hands behind her head presenting her naked body to him.

"Hard to prepare for court if you cannot talk," he says and catches the strings attached to her nipple clamps in his hands and pulls them out and away from her body, stretching her tits painfully out and away from her body, Linda screws up her face in pain but doesn't say anything or move as her tits are mauled. He lets go of the strings and her tits bounce back in place. "Good little slut. Now open my pants and give me a good fucking." he says and leans back.

Linda moves and undoes his pants, pulling them down and pulling down his underwear before moving and lining her cunt up with his cock, slowly sliding herself down onto him and starting to slowly fuck him up and down the length of his cock. Now and then she looks at you and gives you a nod, or a frown as she fucks him, before starting to get into the fucking herself, breathing getting heavy and moving on his cock as she fucks him.

Karen just watches with an open mouth as Linda fucks her client. She doesn't know quite what to say or do, just standing there with her mouth open. She doesn't want to call the guard, that would likely be disastrous at this point. She doesn't know what to say so she doesn't say anything.

She catches Linda's looks but is too frazzled initially to know what to think then finally she remembers the questions she is holding. "Questions," she says and nods, allowing this to focus her mind and to try and get back on track, pulling up the clipboard and looking at the list of questions, trying to ignore the fact her boss is currently fucking a guy in front of her while he grabs her tits and painfully twists and squeezes them. She clears her throat and asks the first question.

He looks at her and groans as he enjoys using Linda's body, squeezing hard and painfully at her tits as she fucks on his cock. He hears Karen ask the question opens his eyes and looks at her. "You want answers?" he says as he takes Linda. "You will need to pay for them," he says and smiles. "One piece of clothing for each question I answer," he says. "Take off that blouse and I will answer your first question," he says and laughs, wondering if she will get any answers.

Karen looks at her boss and watches as she fucks faster and faster on the client's cock till you can see that he has cum up inside her body, although clearly, Linda has not cum herself. Once he has cum she climbs up off his cock and gets on her knees, licking it clean, licking all the cum and cunt juice off his cock as she kneels on the floor in front of him.

"Well." he says as he enjoys your boss licking his cock clean. "Do you want some answers?" he asks. And you remember that half threat she gave you and that she told you, that you had to ask the questions. You had to get the answers. You shudder and pause then reach down and slowly unbutton your blouse, letting it fall to the floor.

He laughs and nods his head. "Ok then," he says and answers the first question. "You look down at the paper and there are at least 10 questions there, you shudder as you consider what is going to happen here.

You ask the next question, then unzip your skirt, letting it drop standing there in your underwear, the cute little red pair that you had on, you like wearing something silky under your clothes, although your bra is white and boring to not show through your clothing.

Linda finishes cleaning off his cock and then gets up onto the table in front of him, spreads her legs wide open, and leans back, so her cunt is completely exposed to him and her tits are also available and easy to access.

He answers your question, then catches hold of the clamp on Linda's clit with his hand, squeezing down on it to crush her clit even harder, and then pulls on it, twisting it as he does so. You can see Linda close her eyes hard in pain, a small tear falling down her face he hurts her and she just lies there, her legs tensing but not moving as he hurts her clit in a way that would cause more pain than you could imagine.

You reach around behind you after some hesitation and unclip your bra, letting it fall down onto the floor with the rest of your clothes, your young pert little tits now clearly visible to his gaze as you ask the next question.

He smiles and answers, then takes the two strings on Linda's nipples and pulling them out to the side, tieing them to the two sides of the table, where the cuffs are usually locked to, pulling her tits out painfully sideways as she sits there, shuddering in pain. "Little Linda here cannot cum unless a man tells her to. Can she?" he asks her and Linda nods her head miserably, trying not to move much now her tits are stretched apart.

He laughs and looks over at you. "Don't want to ask the next question?" he says, enjoying seeing your young and mostly naked body. He pulls a ruler out of Linda's briefcase and rubs it over the top of her stretched tits, caressing the soft flesh as Linda shudders but doesn't move, watching the ruler with her eyes open, fear emanating from her face.

You reach down and put your fingers in each side of your panties and pause, then push them to the ground, now completely naked ask the next question. He pauses and looks over at you as you expose yourself completely, your little black patch of pussy hair quite obvious against your light-coloured skin.

He answers your question, before giving each of Linda's tits a hard swat with the ruler, the skin immediately going bright red. Then he lands another two strokes onto her taut flesh, before moving the ruler down and spanking her cunt hard as Linda bounces on the table, not completely able to hold down her reaction, which only causes more pain to her tits as her body moves.

"Run out of clothes?" he asks and smiles, putting down the ruler and shoving a finger unceremoniously up inside Linda's cunt, starting to slowly fuck her with his finger. "For the next questions, you can give me items of clothing so that you don't even take them out of here with you. Put them in my hands," he says.

She picks up her pair of panties and looks at them, then swallows and hands them to the man before asking the next question. Then she picks up her bra and pauses, handing it over too, and asks another question.

Meanwhile, he is taking some more binder clips out of Linda's briefcase and applying them to her cunt lips, on both sides. Then he adds ties string around her thighs and through the binder clips on her cunt, pulling her cunt lips wide open, the clamp still attached to her clit popping up painfully in between her now defenseless inner flesh.

She stops at this point and looks down at her blouse and her skirt, giving those up would mean walking out without anything covering her body at all. She stops at this point and shakes her head. He takes the binder clamp off Linda's clit and smiles as she tenses up again, pain running through her body as the blood flows back into her clit.

Reaching into the briefcase he pulls out a bottle of super hot sauce that Linda had brought in for him. She looks down and cries softly as he covers her cunt in the hot sauce, then uses his finger to push the hot sauce up inside her poor little cunt, she immediately goes red and starts to sweat in pain as the hot sauce burns inside her body.

He takes the hot sauce and your panties, then covers the inside of your panties in the hot sauce, then holds them out to you. "Put them back on, one more question," he says.

She looks at him and then reaches out, taking the panties and then pulls them up over her legs trying to put them in place without letting them touch her body, mostly successful but she can still feel some burning down between her legs.

She asks the next question and gets another answer. "Rub your cunt through your panties," he says to her. She winces and then does so, asking the next question before the pain really starts in earnest, the hot sauce burning the soft tender flesh of her cunt. She cups her hand around her pussy and presses against it, but that just makes things worse. She stands there and cries herself, as the pain burns her poor little cunt.

An alarm goes off inside Linda's briefcase and she starts to move. He pauses and holds her down on the table, taking the hot sauce and pushing the whole bottle up inside her cunt. She looks at him and pleads, but he says "Leave it in there till you get home." he says. "No cumming today," he says and shakes his head. "Not a good enough little cunt yet," he says.

He laughs as she gets up and pulls on her panties, wincing as every movement pulls and tugs at her tender cunt lips that are still tied to her inner thighs. The panties hold the hot sauce bottle inside her body, and then she puts on her top and bra, also over the clamps, before tidying up the briefcase, and putting the string away inside it.

Seeing Linda getting dressed you do too, putting your clothes on, although you do not have your bra back. You look longingly at it as he holds onto it. "When she comes back next week, her cunt had better be waxed clean, make sure you check," he says and Linda looks at him and nods, still not saying anything. "Want your bra back?" he asks you.

"Yes..." you say as you look at him and the bra.

"Undo another three buttons on your blouse," he says. You look at him and shudder but then you do it, undoing three more buttons. Even with a bra on it will make your tits pretty obvious and on display.

"Make sure they stay like that till you get in the car. I will know," he says. "Can always hear when a nice young little cunt like you is letting your tits hang out," he says and hands you the bra. You hook the bra in under your top and do it up, the tops and sides of your bra visible through your mostly open top. "Good girl," he says and smiles.

The two women look around and make sure they have everything, then knock on the door which opens and they both exit. Linda is walking a little funny and trying not to move too much since the hot sauce bottle inside her moves and spills a bit if she moves too much.

The women both don't talk as they exit the prison, the young girl with her tits on display and the older girl with clamps painfully attached to her nipples and cunt as she leaves and gets into the car. She sits down in her BMW and turns it on, closing her eyes and sighing as she pulls out of the prison parking lot, giving a small whine as they go over the speed bumps on the way out.

After they exit the prison they are driving along and she says. "I bet you want to know what was going on there," she says and shudders, holding onto the steering wheel. "Let me tell you the whole story," she says.

"I was defending this girl, she was a victim of rape and the case seemed pretty open and shut. We had a request to sit down with the abuser, which was a little odd but my client was insistent that we went along. So we went and there I was, with my client, the defense lawyer, and this guy. The defense lawyer was also a woman, a good-looking one too." she pauses as she thinks of this.

"Anyway, we were at the sit-down and suddenly I found myself not in control. I was standing up, as were we all, and stripping down naked in front of the guy who was accused of raping my client and I couldn't seem to do anything about it. Before I knew it I was having sex with the other two girls while the man, whoever he was, told us what we were going to do. We fisted each other and squeezed each other's tits hard, he made us do all sorts of sick things then he gave us our instructions." she clears her throat as she thinks of this.

"I was told I had to lose the case for my client, although without getting disbarred, and from this point on I was to no longer ever defend a rape victim. Instead every week I was to defend a rapist. I had to do one meeting every week with a rapist, where I would strip naked in their presence and let them do anything they wanted to me. The only line was that there would never be any permanent damage, outside where clothes can hide it." At this point, she started to cry.

She realizes her top is still open and her tits are on display, and she does her top back up. "Why did you do what he said?" she asks as she shudders and covers herself up.

Linda recovers a little and then says. "I have tried to fight it, believe me. I just cannot. I have to even schedule holidays so that I can get back and talk to a rapist every week, or see one while I am on holiday. The things they have done to me." she shudders and shakes her head.

"That was five years ago," she says and sniffs a little. "No one else has ever known this, and ever would. But I needed someone, I needed some help with him," she says and sniffs again. "He is pretty clever, telling me I cannot talk in there means I cannot make a good defense for him since I cannot ask him anything about what happened," she says and shudders. "Please come back next week," she says. "I need you to help me," she says.

"I..." she says. "I don't know," she says. "That was pretty scary, what will happen next time?" she says. "He has all the power in there..." she says.

"Please," she says and sobs. "I need help. I need follow-up questions on the ones asked today and you didn't even finish asking them all," she says and looks at her, pleading. "You have a bright future, it will only be this one guy, I hope," she says. "Your future is good at the company," she repeats.

"I don't think I could do that again, strip for a stranger. That..." she just trails off. "I don't know what I was doing. You were naked, he was hurting you," she says and trails off. "I don't know."

There is a big bump in the road at this point and the car bounces up and down, causing Linda to cry out in pain, the clamps and hot sauce bottle moving around inside her body. "Oh fuck." she says and gasps, trying to recover. "Please," she says. "What I could do to convince you?" she asks.

At this point, she realizes she has something of a card here herself. "To convince me?" she says and pauses thinking about this. "I could do with a pay rise," she says, seeing if that could work.

"Yes yes!" says Linda. "We could do a pay rise," she says. "You just need to make sure you come back."

"Stop the car and pull over in this parking lot," she says, thinking as Linda looks at her quizzically and pulls the car off to the side of the road. "Get out of the car and give me the keys," she says. Linda looks at her and then wordlessly hands over the keys, getting out of the car. Karen gets out of the car too and pauses looking at her. "Do a handstand," she says.

Linda looks at her and her eyes well up. "Please no," she says her hands moving down to her pussy and holding onto it through her clothes. "No..." she says and sobs softly.

"You do want me to come back don't you?" she says looking at Linda. "Come now boss, do a handstand for me," she says.

Linda looks at her and sobs. "Yes. You must come back," she says and groans and then pauses, she bends over and then tries to get up into a handstand, not having done this for a long time she fails completely and falls in a pile on the floor, her hands quickly moving down to her cunt and crying out as the hot sauce exits the bottle deep inside her cunt. She looks up at Karen who just smiles at her.

"Now that wasn't a handstand, was it? Better try again," she says.

Linda whines but sees no other real choice, she doesn't want to let anyone else into this secret and braces herself. She makes another go at a handstand, again failing and crying out in pain from the sauce inside her cunt, she tries two more times before finally making a handstand and holding it for a few seconds before falling over.

"Much better," says Karen and gets into the car. "Get in the passenger's seat," she says to Linda. "Pull your skirt up and pull down your panties." she says, "Legs wide open, just so you remember what your position is here," she says. "What happened to the other girls?"

Linda gets in the car and pulls down her panties, pulling her skirt up and legs splayed open, her waxed cunt nicely on display, the clamps still biting painfully into the soft flesh of her pussy and the hot sauce bottle clearly visible inside her cunt.