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NOTE: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND 
DESCRIPTIONS, INCLUDING SOME INVOLVING PAIN AND HUMILIATION. 

IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE TOPICS OR ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE 
STOP READING NOW!!!!!



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This story is based on the characters from the show "Law and
Order", which is a personal favorite of mine. The main character
in this story is Claire Kincaid, the young assistant district
attorney played, until this year, by Jill Hennessey.
Unfortunately, Claire's character died at the end of last
season, but this is a retrospective to an earlier time.

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			"RETRIBUTION"



"Thank God for Friday!". Claire Kincaid was certainly happy this
week was over. As she left the bar near the Criminal Justice
Building, she reviewed in her mind the events that took place
during the Jason Mackey trial. It was a case that felt so good
to win, because the defendant was so utterly contemptible.

Jason Mackey, the eighteen year old son of a wealthy New York
businessman, was charged with the brutal assault of another boy
at his exclusive, private high school. Jason had been running
his own little syndicate at the school, not for the money (he
had plenty of that already), but for the feeling of power and
control it gave him. He and his friends, including girlfriends,
extorted money from their classmates and were quite ruthless
with those who declined to pay. Beatings and vandalism
eventually lead to the incident that proved to be Jason's
undoing. When one particular classmate continued his refusal to
pay, Jason pushed him out a second-story window. The poor kid
was now a paraplegic.

Jason's father, of course, hired the best lawyers around, who
used every trick in the book to circumvent the system. And
Jason's friends were always in the courtroom, staring trying to
intimidate the jury and the prosecution team with menacing
stares. Claire even got some threatening calls, a girl telling
her to "back off, or be very, very sorry." She thought they came
from Jason's girlfriend, Delia Hollis, but she couldn't be sure.
She had to admit, they rattled her.

All that may have worked, too, had a certain assistant DA not
held her ground and played the jury so well. Claire's boss, Jack
McCoy, had given the summation to her, and she did, frankly,  an
absolutely magnificent job, persuading the jury that the boy was
not only guilty, but evil. They couldn't get the boy for
attempted murder, but they did get felonious assault and
conspiracy and twelve years in prison.

So Claire and Jack went to their usual spot for a few
celebratory drinks after the big win. She had stayed a little
longer and drank a little more than she had planned,  and now
she noticed it was starting to get dark. She sped her pace a
little, wishing she had parked in a less isolated spot. Placing
her key in the car door, she heard a noise behind her. Suddenly,
hands grabbed her. Before she could look around, a blindfold
covered her eyes. Duct tape was suddenly on her mouth,
suppressing her scream. She knew she was in trouble.

A girl's voice whispered in her ear, "I told you you'd be sorry,
bitch."  Claire was scared. She could tell there was a larger
group surrounding her, but couldn't tell how many. Then she was
pushed into the back seat of a car, and sped off to parts
unknown.

About twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop. The girl in
the back with Claire pushed her out. From the sound of shutting
doors, Claire could tell there was at least one other car. The
whole group began walking, pushing Claire along in front of
them.

Metal doors opened and closed. The sound of their "clank"
reverberated through what seemed to be a large open space.
Claire was led for some ways, until the group stopped. As the
blindfold and tape were removed, Claire saw the deceivingly
sweet-looking face of Delia Hollis, obviously the ringleader of
this group. The large room was empty except for a padded chair.

There were five other girls, all similar in age (17 or 18 was 
Claire's guess) and looking just as well-bred and clean as 
Delia. Oddly, they all wore skirts, which not only was unusual 
for any group of teenage girls these days, but was inconsistent 
with the tougher outfits she had seen in the courtroom. Under 
normal circumstances, Claire would have thought these were just 
some nice kids on their way to the mall or something, but from 
what she had seen and heard during the recent trial, she knew 
that was way off  base. 

She tried to reason with them. "Look," she said, "this is crazy.
What do you think will happen when they find out you kidnapped
an assistant district attorney?"

But Delia was not at all concerned. "They aren't gong to find
out," she said.

A feeling of horror stirred in Claire's chest. "My God," she
thought, "are they going to kill me?"

Then Delia continued, "There's no way you're going to tell
anybody what happens here, Miss District Attorney. Because
you'll never want anyone else to know about the things we're
going to do, you and us."

Claire's breath was uneven now as her fear and apprehension
grew. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked finally,
hardly wanting to hear the answer.

"You'll find out soon enough. You see, Ms 'KINK-AID', I'm pretty
upset that you sent my Jason away in prison. That wasn't very
nice, you know. Now I'm without a boyfriend, and he's locked up
with a bunch of prevert convict."

"Look, I was just doing my job ..." Claire interrupted.

"Shut up! You know what it's like in prison, don't you, Ms
Kink-aid? But you didn't give a shit! You put him away because
it was 'justice'! Well, we're going to get a little justice of
our own now. Okay, ladies, strip her."

In a flash, the other girls were pulling off her clothes,
popping buttons, tearing her suit. In short order, Claire stood
among the six girls, naked except for her panties.

"Put her over the chair," came the next order.

Claire's head was spinning. This was all happening so fast, so
strangely. She tried to think ... what could she do? Before she
could react, she was bent over the back of the chair, her wrists
tied to the front legs, her barely-covered buttocks jutting out
behind her.

"Okay, Ms Kink-aid," Delia taunted, "now we're going to get our
justice. Only we don't have any prisons or jails to send you to,
so we'll have to use a different style of justice - Singapore
style."

Claire started to panic as she understood the true meaning of
Delia's words. They were going to cane her! After pulling
unsuccessfully on her bindings, she tried to use her skills,
arguing with them, "Hey, come on, we don't need to do this..."

Delia laughed at her. "No, you don't need this, do you? But we
do. And we're going to get it." 

Claire heard a swooshing noise and looked up to see one of the
girls holding what was to be the instrument of her punishment.
It wasn't a cane, but a large, evil-looking paddle, about
eighteen inches long and three or four inches wide. Five holes
were drilled out of its center to cut wind resustance, and 
these created the whistling sound as it swept through the air.

"So let's see, what did Jason get, Ms Kink-aid," Delia 
continued, "twelve years? I think the payback calls for at least
a three strokes for each year, don't you girls?"

Claire heard the other girls mutter their agreement, but her
mind was racing now. "Twelve ...three ... thirty-six! My God,
....there's no way I can take that!" she thought. Claire knew
her own tolerance for pain, and it was definitely low. A simple
paper cut would cause her severe discomfort for days. She
couldn't imagine what that vicious paddle would feel like when
it slammed into her backside.  

Claire was immobile, stunned, as she heard Delia command, "Take
down her panties. Just to the knees."

Two hands gripped the waistband of Claire's bikinis and lowered
them to just above her knees. She was fulling exposed now, her
pale white cheeks completely accessible to them, her panties
pulled down like a naughty schoolgirl's.

"Look, can't we talk about this?", she asked hopefully.

"You did all your talking in court, bitch. Now it's time to pay
for it." 

Suddenly Claire heard that noise again, followed by a loud
"WHAP!" It took a second or so for her to actually feel the
result, but it came with a startling, searing heat through both
buttocks. A scream sprang from her lips as she jerked
involuntarily against her restraints. Her eyes were wide with
the shock and pain of the paddle's impact. The paddle hurt even
more than she'd ever imagined it would. She struggled for
control, trying to maintain some dignity despite her position.
Her breath came in short, desparate gasps.

She heard the girls taunting her, commenting on the paddle's
effects,  the deep red blotch it had created on her sensitive
skin. Then there was that awful swoosh and another wave of
stinging pain shot through her. This time it drew just a short
shriek as Claire clenched her teeth to suppress anything more.
Her eyes shut tightly and her whole body shivered as she tried
to remain quiet despite the pain in her backside.

Claire stared intently at the floor. She heard shuffling behind
her as Delia passed the paddle to someone else. She heard the
swoosh and tensed up, but felt nothing. Then she heard it again
and realized the girl was practicing, warming up. A short
silence, then that dreadful sweep and "SMACK!  .....SMACK!
.....SMACK!!!!" in quick succession. Unable to hold back
anymore, Claire lost her compusure, howling in agony.

A couple of the girls whooped in appreciation of Claire's
reaction. "Nice job, Mara!" they said with a laugh. "Hey, lady,
how's your butt feel?" they taunted, "Getting a little hot back
there? Wow, look at her ass!"

Tears filled Claire's eyes now. "Why are you doing this to me?"
she sobbed. 

Delia's voice was filled wth hate. "Because you deserve it, you
bitch! You deserve a punishment you'll never forget. And I'm
going to make sure you get it. I'm going to enjoy listening to
you scream."

Claire couldn't believe this was happening to her. Surely
someone would stop it, would come through the door and rescue
her from her tormentors. But her reason told her that no one was
around, that no one knew where she was, that no one would hear
the screams that she knew were inevitable. She was at the mercy
of these ruthless young women. Her only course was to endure it
and hope that they were not crazy enough to kill or maim her.

"Who's next?" she heard Delia say. From the sound of her voice,
Claire could tell that the girl was stimulated by seeing her
punished. That sent a nasty chill up her spine.

"Me!" came an enthusiastic reply. Another girl stood behind her,
anxious for her chance to blister the young lawyer's tender
derriere. 

"No, wait a minute," someone said. "Just a second..." Then
softly, almost sweetly, "Say, Claire."

Startled at the near-friendly use of her given name, Claire
looked over at the speaker. A sudden flash of light filled her
eyes. Then she realized - they had taken a picture. They had a
photograph of her, bound over the chair, panties down, her
bottom crimson with the effects of their labor. And since she
had looked over at the camera, the photo would clearly show who
it was in this demeaning position.

Claire just dropped her head. A groan of defeat fell from inside
her, ending in a hopeless sob. The girls laughed at her despair.

"Sssswack!" Another jolt of pain filled her throbbing
hindquarters. More sobs escaped her lips as the girl behind her
paused to admire her handiwork. She couldn't believe how
Claire's previously milky white cheeks had been transformed into
two fiery red orbs. It was a very arousing sight. Unable to
contain her excitement, she gave Claire three more hard and fast
swats. 

"Aaaaaaaaaa ...AAAaaaaiii ...AAAAAI I I I I I E E E E !!!!!!!!"
Claire's screams echoed through the empty building now as she
began to cry uncontrollably. "....P-P l e e e e a s e...." she
begged.. "Stop. ....I can't take any more!"

Delia was high on the spectacle before her. She had reduced this
proud, sophisticated woman to a pitiful mess, blubbering like a
baby, pleading for mercy. "Ahhh, Ms. Kincaid, of course you
can," Delia said in mock sympathy. "And you will. After all, you
wouldn't want these other girls to miss out on their fun, would
you?"

The other three girls did have their "fun", each paddling
Claire, giving the poor woman several good smacks on the ass,
until she had endured more than she thought possible. Then Delia
took the paddle again and, with renewed enthusiasm,  gave Claire
five more hard ones, covering every inch of her already burning
globes. The last, momentous swat covered both cheeks, driving
the chair and Claire's body forward a good six inches. 

By now Claire had lost all control and was crying out in one
long, continuous wail. Her butt felt like someone was holding a
hot iron to it. In her urgent need to relieve the pain, she
shifted around, wiggling her tail frantically. First one leg,
then the other raised up toward her abused bottom in a desperate
attempt to relieve the stinging heat. Several more flashes
filled the air as the girls recorded their handiwork. Between
frantic gasps and sobs, Claire began to beg, "Please...oh God,
please ....stop... no  more ... ...please....anything ...I'll do
anything... just please stop ...please!!!" 

"Say, 'Please stop spanking my butt, Delia'," Delia said. "Say
it!"

"P-p-please s-stop spanking my butt, Delia," Claire dutifully
repeated.

"Say, 'Even though I deserve it.'"

"Even though I deserve it," Claire sobbed.

"Say, 'And everything else you're going to do to me'"

A new fear gripped Claire at these words, but she had no choice.
"And .. and everything ... else ... you're going to do to me."

"Good girl," Delia said sarcastically, as her hand gave Claire a
playful, but painful smack on the rear. "We were ready for the
next event anyway."

Claire thought they might untie her, but they left her there,
over the chair, wondering what would happen next. She heard some
activity behind her, but couldn't tell what was happening. Then
she felt Delia standing directly behind her and heard her say,
"You know what nasty things happen in prison, don't you, Ms
Kink-aid? Do you know what can happen to people when you send
them away? Well, you'll see."

In horror, Claire felt something cool and wet being pushed
between her buttocks, then Delia's hands on her hips. "Oh my
God, no!" she cried, "please ... not that ... don't.... "

The other girls began to low, taunting chant as Delia held the
fake penis against her entry point. "Rape her! ... rape her!...
rape her!... rape her!... rape her!......" They smiled at one
another, thoroughly enjoying the complete humiliation of the
young district attorney. Claire continued her pleas, straining
to see behind her,  "No... come on, ... please don't ..."

Delia cut her off, "Say, 'Please don't rape me Mistress Delia.'"

Claire started, "Please don't rape me, Mistress Delia."

"Say, 'Please don't put that up my butt!'"

Claire sobbed, "Please don't put that up my bu..uunghhAAAA!!!!!"

Before Claire could finish the sentence she felt the pressure 
on her anus, then felt herself opening up as the long, hard 
object began to enter her. It moved an inch or so and then, with 
a sudden, savage thrust, split her cheeks and jammed all the way
inside. Another squeal filled the air as the stinging on the
surface of her bottom was augmented by a stabbing pain deep in
her bowels. Her tender rectum was filled to capacity with the
girl's evil tool. 

As the other girls cheered her on, Delia began to enthusiasticly
pound Claire's backside, hammering into her for all she was
worth. Each time the fake penis was rammed up her ass, Claire
responded, so that a rhythmic "Ow...ow..ow..ow..ow..owwwwww!"
reverberated through the empty room.  

As the onslaught continued, Delia enjoyed making her suffer,
thrusting harder and harder into the increasingly raw flesh of
Claire's asshole. Overwhelmed and broken, Claire's outcries
gradually dimished until they were finally reduced to quiet
grunts and whimpers. 

"Hey, I think she kind of likes this," Delia said to her
friends. "Maybe we should all give it to her." 

Hearing this, Claire managed to respond with a woeful, "Noooooo!
Please..." , but Delia was only playing with her. She already
had other things in mind. Roughly pulling out of Claire's ass,
she had her friends remove her from the chair. "Tie her legs to
those pipes," she said, pointing to two pipes about four feet
apart.

Soon Claire was lying face up in the floor, her ankles tied
securely to the two poles. The rough floor of the factory hurt
as it rubbed against her tender bottom. Her hands were loose,
but she knew it was useless to do anything. Her ankles
immobilized her, and there were still six of her captors. Her
only wish was that this ordeal be over.

Now Delia spoke again, her voice seething with contempt. "So...
now you know what it feels like to be raped in a men's prison. I
hope you appreciate the experience. But we want to give you the
other side, too. You need a taste of women's prison." 

One of the girls, a pretty strawberry-blonde that Claire
recognized from the courtroom, stepped over close to her. Now
Claire understood why they had all worn skirts. The girl raised
her garment, revealing that she wore no panties underneath.
Placing one leg on either side of Claire's head, she she knelt
down and began lowering herself onto Claire's face.

Claire's stared up at this latest horror. She had never been
with a woman, never even thought about it, and the thought of
placing her mouth on this girl's sex organs made her skin crawl.
The girl was holding herself just inches from Claire's face,
watching her reaction. Claire could see and smell that she was
already very excited. The girl spread her lips so Claire could
see how wet she was inside. 

"Here it is, Missy," she said. "You're gonna eat it, you know.
You're gonna eat it until I come on your face. And then your
gonna eat all the rest of us. I sure hope you like pussy, lady,
because you're gonna have it in your mouth the rest of the
night." 

Now the girl grabbed Claire's hands and pinned them above her
head, making her completely helpless. The she lowered herself,
placing her wet parts right onto Claire's mouth. At first,
Claire did nothing, having no experience at this. The girl 
started moving back and forth over Claire's lips, saying 
"Come on, bitch, do it." Finally, Claire began to use her 
tongue on the girl, licking at her wet pussy as best she knew 
how. At first the taste and smell were almost too much for her, 
but luckily, she soon got used to it.

Claire decided to try to please them as best she could, figuring
that the quicker she got each of them off, the sooner it would
be over. She started to lick all over the girl's pussy, pushing 
it inside, noting the girl's reactions and returning to the 
places she seemed to enjoy the most. It took maybe ten minutes 
for that first girl to come, grinding herself frantically into 
Claire's face. The back of Claire's head hurt from the pressure 
of the hard floor.

One after another, the remaining five girls sat on Claire's
yielding face, pasting their wet nether lips to her delicate
mouth. And as each girl climbed onto her, Claire dutifully
tongued and sucked her until she was thoroughly satisfied.
Wanting to degrade the young woman as well as be pleasured, the
girls rubbed themselves all over her pretty face, spreading
their viscous fluids from her chin to her forehead.  Several 
even pushed themselves down on her nose, forcing it deep inside 
them, filling Claire's nostrils with the pungent scent of their
arousal. They took several photos as she worked on them, making
sure to clearly show her face as her tongue tasted each girl's
pussy.

At last, it was Delia over Claire's tired mouth, and she knew
this was the sixth and final girl. But after Delia extracted
first one and then a second orgasm from Claire's now rather
experienced mouth, Claire found to her dismay that her plan had
not worked. For while her enthusiastic tonguing had sped up the
string of girls' orgasms, it had the added effect of stimulating
the girls as they watched. So now, as Delia climbed off her
quite satisfied, the first girl said, "I want to do it again."

Despairing, Claire just lay there now. She could not respond,
but lay limp as the girls simply grabbed her head and used her
face to masturbate. A couple got themselves off that way, and a
couple gave up, until finally, it was Delia's turn again.

Not content to accept Claire's total submission, Delia wanted
another active tongue session. But Claire was spent, hopeless,
and nothing Delia could do would revive her. Frustrated, Delia
said, "All right, bitch! If you're not going to eat me, then
you're going to do something else!"

Claire was only half aware of what was happening as Delia
grabbed her hair and pressed her open pussy into her mouth. Then
she felt a shot of wet heat and realized that she was tasting
the girl's urine! She tried to turn away, but Delia held her in
place, screaming, "Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my dirty piss and
love it! You cunt! Drink it!"

With the choice of swallowing or drowning, Claire began taking
the salty liquid down her throat as this demented girl used her
mouth as a public toilet. She heard the other girls commenting,
in awe of what was happening, and heard more clicks of the
camera.

At last it was over, and Delia rose off the sloppy mess of
Claire's face. Pulling her up off the floor, the vengeful
teenager placed her agains the pipes and administered a final,
spirited spanking with her bare hand. Claire burst into tears,
not from the spanking itself, which was tame compared to her
earlier trials, but from the sheer humiliation, the final shame
of being spanked like a child, knowing that this girl had done
anything she wanted to her with no fear of reprisal.

Well, Miss DA," Delia said sarcastically,  "Looks like we mussed
your make-up a bit. I hope you enjoyed our little time together.
I know I did. Maybe we can do it again sometime.  We have to go
now, but we'll leave you here to get yourself loose. By the time
you do, we'll be long gone. Ta ta!" With that, the six girls
walked out the door.

After they left, Claire did manage to untie the bindings around
her ankles, but then she just lay there for some time. They had
left her clothes, probably realizing that this would allow her
to cover herself up and minimize any questions as she found her
way home. They had left her purse, too, so she could get a cab,
as soon as she figured out where she was. But she knew there was
one thing she had to deal with before she worried any of that.

Lying there naked on the factory floor, her rear end raw from 
being paddled, her face and hair soaked with Delia's urine,
Claire moved her trembling hand slowly down her body ... and
began to masturbate.

THE END