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A CMoon story.

Do not read this story if you are under age.  If offended by such stories you
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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.......   

THE END                                            

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