Message-ID: <4607eli$9710051131@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmoon01@aol.com (Cmoon01) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: CMoon Story - Payback (M/F/f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971005045601.AAA15953@ladder02.news.aol.com> A CMoon story. Do not read this story if you are under age. If offended by such stories you should not be in this newsgroup! PAYBACK At the appointed time a gentle, respectful knock was heard, the door opened and the abducted lawyer, Alison Taylor, walked into the room. Her long dark hair had been thoroughly brushed and, shining its lustre, it lay unbound across her bare shoulders. She had been directed to dress in black silk stockings, which were held up by a very feminine black garter belt. A matching half-brassiere pushed her firm breasts high, but only the lower portions were covered, and her nipples were just visible, struggling to be seen over the top of her sexy bra. As she wore no panties her neatly trimmed bush was humiliatingly exposed, framed nicely by the suspender straps on each side. Her long, athletic legs tried to walk proudly in the extremely high heeled shoes, but it was obvious to the watchers that her usual haughty arrogance had been worn down by her week's training at the hands of the woman she knew as 'Mistress Deborah', and whose eyes Alison ardently tried to avoid. Despite this, she held her head high, trying to ignore the way her almost-naked pale breasts bounced before her with each step as she tried to keep her balance. "Good evening, Alison. You're looking very sexy tonight." Her Mistress stood very close to her and smiled, raising her hands to reveal four small leather bands, two for her wrists and two for her ankles. Breathing in Mistress Deborah's now-familiar perfume, Alison felt herself flush. After seven days, this woman knew her more intimately than anyone. "Put them on, we have a visitor, Alison." Deborah said. Alison's dark expressive eyes briefly smoldered with some of her old spirit at the prospect of being exposed to another person, but she had been taught that rebellion would only earn her further punishment. Naturally proud, she had been used to winding people around her little finger, and had been furious that her female tormentor had been immune to her charms. More accustomed to training masochistic men, Deborah had enjoyed the new challenge of the last week. It had been a refreshing change to have this beautiful, arrogant woman to train, especially such an unwilling one. The strong-willed female lawyer had put up more resistance than the men she was accustomed to, but a week was a long, long time in the hands of an experienced domina, and Deborah had found great enjoyment in breaking down the haughty beauty, step by step, for Judge Henderson. The money he was paying was good, but was secondary as Alison Taylor had an excellent body and an appalling lack of manners. It had been immensely degrading for Alison the first time she had been forced onto her knees between her trainer's legs, to learn how to use her tongue for giving pleasure rather than giving offense. As Alison bent to fit the bands around her ankles, Deborah ran her hand lightly across Alison's smooth naked bottom cheeks, which flinched at her touch. "Don't try to act like such a shy little girl with me Alison," Deborah smiled, " I know just what a little slut you are." Deborah gave Alison a sharp smack and told her to get moving, which she did, recent experience having taught her well not to disobey the strict dominatrix. Deborah led her to the wooden table, which stood waist high. As Alison crossed the floor she could spot out of the corner of her eye a seated male figure, dressed in a dark suit, with a coiled whip resting on his lap. Alison blushed, thinking she had never felt so naked in all her life. She could practically feel his eyes leering at her body, and with the high heels every step she took pushed her naked pussy forward wantonly, and her nipples grew ever closer to freeing themselves completely from her ridiculous excuse for a bra. Resolving to play out the charade with as much dignity as possible, Alison obligingly laid herself over the table. It had been designed so the center contained a little dip where her belly would rest, and a little rise right at the end, forcing her bottom up, and separating her bottom cheeks slightly. Alison was bent at the waist and had her wrists secured at the far end of the table. Her ankle straps were also secured, to the table legs, which kept her long limbs nicely parted. Finally, a leather strap was secured across her lower back, making struggle impossible. As a finishing touch, Deborah took a pale blue ribbon from her pocket and tied Alison's hair back, gently stroking her cheek . "Do you recognize our guest, Alison?'" she asked in a gently mocking voice. He had gotten up and crossed the room and was now standing directly behind Alison's upturned bottom. She turned her head back and a gasp escaped from her lips. She recognized him immediately; it was Judge Henderson. Alison was a criminal lawyer, and had appeared in Judge Henderson's court many times. She was a good lawyer, but had angered many of her colleagues with her lack of scruples and blatant ambition, especially the way she exploited her good looks, and the men who fell for her charms. Still only 25, she had swiftly risen up her chosen career ladder, leaving a debris of discarded men behind her - discarded when they no longer proved useful. Judge Henderson had been the last rung, his influence helping her secure a Partnership, unprecedented at the prestigious firm she worked, which had been almost a closed shop of older men. Alison had teased him unmercifully in court, where he could only impotently watch as she flashed her stocking tops or cleavage at him. Although he was happily married, she had led him on, hinting at an illicit but discrete love affair full of sensual pleasures. She had met him several times after work, wearing her tightest jeans, or short little skirts that rode up her legs whenever she would bend over - and she purposefully bent over a lot when she was around the Judge, as she noticed he couldn't tear his eyes away from her long legs and tight ass. However, despite all the teasing, she never did let him touch her. He had made a fool of himself by practically begging for her favors, but she constantly put him off, telling him that the time "wasn't right." "Wait until I make Partner." she would say, brushing her succulent lips over his with only the merest of contact. Her perfume filled his senses, and he never failed to leave her company without a raging hard-on. Sometimes his wife got the benefit, if she was feeling in the mood for sex, but usually he had to jerk-off in his car, or in his office, or in his bathroom. She led him a merry dance for 4 months, with him finally exerting all his influence on her bosses and giving her every advantage in his court. Come the happy day when she got her Partnership, instead of finally getting inside her panties he had been ditched. When he threatened to make a scene, she had told him that she didn't want or need an old man, and had threatened to accuse him of sexual harassment if he didn't get out of her life. He never forgave her, and Alison had underestimated her last man. Judge Henderson knew people, and those people owed him big. His revenge had taken almost 9 months to arrange, and he had timed Alison's abduction to coincide with her taking her first vacation in 3 years. She wouldn't be missed for four weeks, by which time he would have exacted delicious revenge. She had been delivered into the hands of Deborah Stiles, a professional dominatrix he knew, and Alison had finally began to be taught respect for her betters. Now she lay, bound and ready for him, after a week's hard training at Mistress Deborah's hands. "George? Oh, thank God it's you! Please get me out of here, George." Her Mistress brought her whip down hard on the quivering bottom. "You will address the gentleman as 'Judge' or 'Sir', Alison." The restrained girl felt the shock go through her as she realized that her old friend may have been responsible for bringing her here. She quickly changed tack. "Please, let me go, George. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry if I did anything to hurt you. I didn't mean anything. Please let me up." pleaded Alison, trying to pull her restrained legs together as she realized he was gazing down at her naked bottom. The relief she had felt when her pussy and breasts had been hidden from view evaporated as she realised just how exposed her backside was. Deborah struck again with her vicious whip. Alison gasped as the sudden pain shook her again, and looked up at the Judge, eyes pleading. "You're a little cock teasing slut, aren't you, Miss Taylor?" the Judge said in a low, calm voice. He reached down to run a hand over her smooth, quivering bottom. He had dreamed of this moment for months, and was exultant that finally he had her where he wanted her. She couldn't resist him now, as she had in the past. The cheeks of her bottom were flawless, apart from the red marks of the last two whip-strokes, and he paused to admire her tan line. She obviously wore a very high cut bikini. Taking station directly behind her, he ran both hands across each round cheek, bouncing the flesh up and down. Alison, humiliated by her open display, hid her face in her arms, the feeling of helplessness and anger at having her exposed bottom so totally available too much for her. The Judge rubbed his palms across each cheek of Alison's soft ass, and placed his thumbs at the inside of each cheek. Applying a little more pressure, the Judge separated Alison's cheeks. Alison gasped as she felt the cool air circulate around her anus. What the hell was he doing? "Such a pretty little asshole, Alison, you should show it off more often. I'm sure I will be able to teach a spoiled little slut like you how to do a few tricks with it before the night is over. In fact, I'm really looking forward to totally re-educating you over the next two weeks." "Oh no, please, please... Judge, I'm sorry, truly sorry. I'll make it up to you. Please let me go." "I'm going to punish you for all your teasing, Alison," he went on, ignoring her outburst, "I look on it as my duty, but you should know that I will also really enjoy doing that. But before I whip your buttocks I'm going to enjoy your sweet ass." As he said this a grinning Deborah reappeared with a small metal tray. The Judge reached on to the tray and picked up a latex medical glove. He put this on his hand and dipped two fingers into an open jar of lubricant. "Please don't... Sir. Let me go. I won't tell anyone. I don't deserve to be treated like this. Look...if you want... I'll give you head. Sir, I'll give you a blow job you'll never forget." This was embarrassing, but she had been used to getting her own way with men, and was still confident she could talk her way out of her current situation. She was disconcerted to hear him chuckle as he continued to lubricate his fingers. She began to feel desperation. "I'll let you make love to me, if you want...Sir. Please, let me go, and you can take me to bed." "The word is 'fuck', as you well know, you little slut. Don't play coy with me." Alison persisted, feeling a growing desperation. "Please, Sir, let me go and you can....you can fuck me." The Judge looked Alison right in her eyes as his hand slowly worked it way between her cheeks. Alison's teeth clenched as she felt the first cold contact of the lubricant touch her asshole. "Do you like that, slut?" he asked, smiling as he slowly circled her anus ring with just the tip of his finger. Alison could hardly speak, the rush of sensation caused by being caressed in such an intimate place, strapped down with her bottom cheeks parted, having her asshole stroked and caressed with, and the strangely erotic feeling building in her stomach were overwhelming. The Judge gently rubbed along the slight ridges that circled Alison's anus, tickling and probing her bottom hole. With a shock she realized her nipples had hardened, her pussy was tingling. What was happening? Within herself, she struggled wildly. Her pussy was the source of her power over men, she screamed to herself. Why was he ignoring it? Why was he violating her...there?! The cool sensation of the lubricant, the gentle stroke of his finger on her asshole, and the waves of sensation that Alison felt and could not hide, had brought a flush to her face, and soft moaning sounds began to escape from her parted lips. Alison began to involuntarily slowly rotate her hips with the rhythm of the Judge's fingers, trying to escape the pressure of his fingertip, but the strap across her lower back allowed no movement. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mistress Deborah, sitting in a small easy chair, legs crossed, watching her struggle with interest. Alison was embarrassed by being watched as the man she had taken advantage of played with her bottom, embarrassed by her body's reaction to having her anus stroked, embarrassed by the wetness now becoming evident between her open legs. Suddenly, Alison sucked in her breath as the Judge very slowly pushed one finger all the way into her bottom. "Nooooooo." Alison whispered in a low tone, but was ignored as he began to rotate his finger in lazy half circles while deep inside Alison's bottom, slowly pistoning his finger in and out as he rotated it, then ever so slowly working his finger deep within the warm depth of her bottom. He held his finger still, deeply embedded in Alison's bottom and enjoyed the feeling of her anal ring snugly gripping him. Alison's asshole was having gentle spasms, opening and tightening on the Judge's finger. Her pussy cried out for attention, but was ignored as Alison's head, eyes tightly shut, moved back and forth, her red lips sensually wide as she inhaled and exhaled big gulps of air. "Oh, I've wanted to do this to you for a long time now, Alison" said the Judge. "I tried to tell myself that you wanted me too, but part of me knew you were simply using me to get what you wanted. I'd walk behind you at the courthouse, admiring the way your sexy bottom swayed, looking forward to the day when you'd let me fuck you. But you used me, discarded me like an old newspaper, which made me finally realize what you'd been up to. Since then I've been imagining what it would be like to have you tied over a table, what I'd do to that pretty little teasing ass of yours." "Ohhhhh God, aahhh." exhaled Alison, as the Judge introduced a second finger. "Oh God, stop now, mmmmmmm, please, I've learned my lesson, please stop, take your fing.....ooohhh!" Alison's breaths were coming in sharp hisses as she spoke, " You can whip me now, please, please, I can't take things up my ass like that." "You're very tight back here, Alison," laughed the Judge as he pushed both fingers in as far as he could, "Ever given a man a thrill with that sexy little bottom of yours?" The Judge removed his fingers with a plop, and Alison groaned with the sudden feeling of emptiness. "I don't think you have really learned your lesson yet Alison," he said as he began to remove his trousers. "Ohhhh noooo, you're not going to put that in me are you, nnooo, please show me some decency. I promise I'll do anything else you want me to... I'm sorry, really sorry," promised Alison, "Let me do something else you want, let me suck you off, please Judge." Alison was frantic at the thought of having that 'thing' put up her backside, promising anything, "Please, don't put that up my ass." "You have a very sexy bottom, Alison, and you like to tease men with it, and now you're going to learn where that leads." the Judge replied, rubbing his fully erect cock in Alison's full view, stroking it, letting Alison see what she would soon be feeling. "Have a good look Alison, this will be your master for the next few weeks. You'll learn to love it, and I'll teach you how to please it. I'm going to make you do things for me you haven't even dreamed of. I'm going to enjoy giving it to you right up your pretty little ass, Alison. Ever think you'd have something this big going up your bottom? I've dreamed about it for months." Dimly, Alison was realizing that her pussy was contracting in anticipation as she looked on the Judge's erect penis. Abandoning her decorum, she began to beg. "Please, Judge, if you must use that thing, please fuck my pussy. Not my ass, please. Please fuck my pussy, Sir." The table creaked a little as the Judge leaned forward, aroused by his victim's pleas. Had she felt like this nine months ago she wouldn't be in her current predicament, he thought with pleasure. His hand smacked down hard on Alison's exposed bottom three or four times, for a moment silencing her appeals. He enjoyed the sensation of his hand meeting the soft white flesh, and he watched her cheeks bounce with each slap. The knob of his stout penis touched the cool cheeks of Alison's vulnerable bottom. As his stiffness nosed between Alison's cheeks, into the humid warmth, gooey with the lubricant, Alison gasped, and let out a short, angry wail. She twisted her head and spurted out a string of obscenities as the hammer head demanded entrance to her rear hole. "Get off me, you fucking pervert," she screamed, "I'll see you rot in jail. I'll fucking kill you...I'll...I'll... ooohhh noooo!" The Judge ignored all this, enjoying her ineffectual struggles as he pushed forward and gained entrance. Alison gave a grunt from deep in her throat, rejecting what was being done to her, swishing her hips from side to side as much as the restraints would allow. Her assailant felt the thrilling tightness of Alison's lubricated asshole pass over the head of his veined and hardened penis. He stopped for a few seconds to more fully enjoy the glove like grip Alison's anus had on just the head of his cock, then, leaning forward, he steadily pressed his cock into Alison's tight ass, right up to the hilt. Alison let out a gasp of alarm as her ass felt the true size and depth of the Judge's cock for the first time. She had not expected him to be so hard, so large. The Judge looked down at Alison's anus, gripping his penis, almost the entire length of his erection covered by Alison's parted bottom cheeks. "Ready to be ridden hard, you little cock-teasing slut? You should have had this done to you long ago. You'd better learn to enjoy being ass-fucked, Miss Taylor. I'll be making use of your sexy ass regularly." He began to sodomise Alison in earnest, the table creaking with the steady in and out rhythm for over half an hour, occasionally punctuated by Alison's curses or tearful promises of other thrills she would provide if he would just end this humiliation. "You can't do this to me, you can't," she wailed tearfully, "I'm a lawyer, I'm not your whore." "You're a slut, Miss Taylor. You've a pussy, tits, and a sweet, tight ass. You turn men on, and I'm sure you have enjoyed thinking about all those stiff cocks, hard just for you, the untouchable, beautiful, successful lawyer. Doesn't matter to me how educated you think you are. You're just my slut now. My own personal whore." He paused from time to time in order to prolong his pleasure. "Is your bottom a little uncomfortable, Alison? Wait until later, you still have a strapping coming. Alison's bottom tightened and tensed up a little upon hearing these words. Through clenched teeth she spat out her revulsion at being used in this fashion, and her contempt for him as she felt his engorged penis slide in and out of the warm depths of her backside. The Judge made it last as long as possible with Alison, sometimes landing quick, smarting slaps on her hip flanks to encourage her to move her ass, sometimes taking her hips in his hands and pushing and pulling Alison's body into his cock to match his strokes. Sometimes leaning over her back and whispering assurances that this was just the beginning of her servitude. "Stick that cheeky little backside of yours out further Alison, I know how much you're enjoying me. You'll feel my sperm coming soon! Feeling a little panic in your belly, Alison, never had sperm shot up your backside before? I'm going to stick my cock up your ass as far as I can just before I shoot off, Alison." The table creaked in a faster rhythm now, and Alison moaned very low in her throat as she felt the knob head of his penis expanding even more in her bottom. He gasped out his delight at what he was doing to the arrogant bitch. He urged Alison to think about all the times she had used her body to tease men, showing off with her tight little ass, and reminded her that many of them would pay a great deal of money to be where he was right now. "Perhaps I'll invite some of your old aquaintances down here to help with your training, slut. Would you like that? " Caught up in the sensations taking place in her ass and pussy, Alison was unable to respond. She was struggling against the combined feelings of pleasure and pain, struggling to hold onto her anger, struggling to avoid yielding to her growing arousal. Clenching her teeth, the lawyer tensed her anus as she felt the first slippery jet of sperm squirt inside her. "Is that the first time for you, Alison?" groaned the Judge, enjoying his best orgasm for years, "I'll bet you're dying for more already. Well, don't worry, there is a lot more to come. Tighten that ass on me some more, Alison. God, I wanted to do this to you the first day I saw you in court, you little tease. The Judge concentrated his gaze on the restrained young woman's cheeks to excite himself even more. Alison's asshole was stretched wide around his plunging penis, and her urgent tightings were sending him into almost delirious ecstasy. Alison felt each sharp spurting of warm sperm as it was released in her backside, and gasped with each mini explosion. The Judge exhaled a long contented sigh and lay over Alison, his penis still embedded snugly in her anus. As he rested Alison lay under him, drained from the long ride, confused by her own reaction. She tried to draw her thighs together, to relieve the incessant throbbing in her wildly aroused pussy, but the restraining straps permitted no movement. Her breaths came in rapid, but deep pace as she remembered Mistress Deborah was present, had watched as she was made to submit her bottom. Alison shuddered as she felt Judge Henderson's hot breath on her bare neck. Thank God it was finally over, she thought, oddly disappointed he hadn't touched her throbbing pussy. In her shame she knew she had been - was - close to orgasm herself. Her stomach turned in revulsion as his lips closed on her ear-lobe, and he began suckling on her ear. She bit down a sarcastic remark, not wanting to annoy him too much until he had pulled out of her ass. Suddenly, Alison's head jerked up violently and she cried out "No, you wouldn't!" Judge Henderson smiled as, still embedded in the soft ass of the cock-teaser, his penis began to harden again....... 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