 |
|||
|
|
Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, scatology and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or anyone who is offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.
The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.
Group XS
By "Dr Saavik"
Chapter 8
Date Tuesday 19 th October 12.05
As the shutter door closed on the warehouse and the van pulled out of the yard, there was a door closing on Catherine's case.
Catherine had finished the prosecution case and Miss Shaw had presented the defence case. Things had gone no better for Catherine during the rest of the case, Judge Kellerman seeming to side with the defence at every turn, and now the Judge was about to deliver his verdict.
“I've heard all the evidence put forward by the prosecution and listened to the defence version of events. I am bound to say, I believe the prosecution has acted hastily in charging Miss Brown with soliciting. This said, I do accept she was inappropriately dressed in an inappropriate part of town and certainly displayed a degree of incaution as a result of her two afflictions – namely her fetish for rubber and addiction to sex.” Judge Kellerman said, looking earnest and, Catherine noted, directly at Miss Shaw.
“On the basis of what I have heard I cannot find the defendant innocent…” He said, taking a long pause during which Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. “I can, however, given the circumstances, see my way to giving Miss Brown a conditional discharge.”
Catherine's mouth fell open. A conditional discharge was no better than a verdict of innocent of all charges!
Judge Kellerman turned to face Miss Brown. “I believe you need some help with both afflictions and have looked into what help is available. I sit on the supervisory board of a psychiatric institute and have taken the opportunity to discuss your case with the clinical staff. In view of their comments I am able to offer you a discharge on all charges on the condition that you spend one week on a residential course at The Van Pelt Psychiatric Hospital.”
Turning to Lisa Shaw he said, “I take it that this condition is acceptable to your client?” Miss Shaw, who was wearing a self-satisfied grin from ear to ear, didn't even need to look to her client. She had already set out the likelihood of this outcome to Kelly Brown who could scarcely believe it possible she could get away with one week in a funny farm as an alternative to 6 months in prison and had already told her to “Go for it!”
“My client will accept the verdict and make immediate arrangements to undertake the course, Your Honour. My firm will undertake to see that she attends the course and will report back to the Court once it has been undertaken.”
And with that, Catherine's case ended in the worst possible way.
As she left Court, Catherine paused on the steps to turn her ‘phone back on. Lynne and Charlotte should be airborne by now, but she hoped there would, at least, be a message from her. The phone sprang to life and the screen showed she had one missed call, from Lynne even before she got to the airport, but no message. As she stared disappointedly at the screen, Lisa Shaw and her client came past her and Lisa paused to say “Never mind! Look on the bright side, at least you now know where you can go to get your problems addressed too!” and sashayed off.
As Catherine watched them both climb into Miss Shaw's smart BMW convertible she flushed and couldn't help wondering if it had been a lucky jibe, or whether Miss Shaw had heard something about she and Lynne. Pausing for a moment, Catherine reasoned that no one knew of about she and Lynne, and even if they suspected they were lovers, they certainly didn't know the domination games they played with each other.
Happy, at least, that the barbed comment was not made knowingly, Catherine started to walk back to her office, wondering how in Hell she was going to explain the outcome of the case to her boss.
In the car Kelly Brown was ecstatic. “Oh my God!” She was saying. “I don't know how you managed that, but by getting me to wear this dress you sure pulled the wool over the Judge's eyes!”
Lisa laughed with her. “I know.” She said. “But you do still have to spend a week in the Hospital. Let me give them a call now and see if we can go now – the Judge isn't going to like it if we don't follow-through immediately.” Kelly was a little deflated at the thought, but realised she did have to go. “OK. But if they can take me now, I'll need to get some clothes from my place first – and I've no idea how to get there.”
As Kelly spoke, Lisa was already dialling the Hospital from her cell phone, Kelly failing to notice that Lisa not only had the number but knew it by heart.
Date Tuesday 19 th October 13.55
Catherine had sat in front of her boss, Mina Savage and tried to explain how she had turned a racing-certainty of a case into a complete disaster. Catherine's view that the Judge had been won over by the defence lawyer and the defendant herself did little to assuage Ms Savage's view that the case had been lost by the prosecution lawyer rather than won by the defence team.
Back at her desk, Catherine felt more miserable than she could ever remember. With Lynne gone, this case lost and a pile of work in her in-tray, Catherine sat staring blankly at the next file and thinking wistfully of Lynne, stretched out in her first class seat and sipping champagne. Little did she know that Lynne was not enjoying first class at that particular moment; but suffering the rigours of Mistress XS' version of ‘Baggage Class!'
Lynne had been on the road for just over two hours, although she had no way of knowing that. It felt like she had been struggling for breath, been riding the metal edge and been shocked in her ass and pussy for 2 days, let alone 2 hours. Yet the human body is a strange thing. Lynne had lapsed into her personal world of pain a long time ago, all she could feel was pain no matter where she turned her mind. The only thing which she didn't associate with pain at this particular moment was the faint buzzing inside her. They had been on an even stretch of road for a while now, and Lynne had not received a shock for quite some time.
Somewhere, deep inside her, Lynne could feel an overpowering urge to orgasm brewing. She was trying to rock on her ‘perch' and get a steady pressure on her clitoris, but all that was happening was that she was increasing the pain the perch was inflicting and sending the orgasm back down. Just as it began to rise again, the van turned sharply and Lynne screamed into her gag as the electricity struck home. The probes were doing their job, just as advertised by Mistress XS. She had said “It's a kind of sexual torture if you will, where you get to be held on the brink but never quite manage to come…” and she was right.
|
|
|