THE LAWYER'S OFFICE
Katie stood in the office, of the man who calls himself her lawyer, in her heels and underwear waiting in silence while this lecherous man, who had to be thirty years her senior, stood before her, his eyes roaming her quivering body as she nervously cast her eyes down, her arms awkwardly at her sides.
Silently sipping in her full breasts, curved hips and legs and working his way back up to the shaking young woman's long blonde hair.
Katie just wanted to scream at him, put her clothes back on and run out, over and over in her mind went the anger and frustration, mixed with fear, that she was in this situation, that this was allowed to happen.
The new laws that allowed certain men to accuse unmarried women on their staff of 'disobedience' and 'disrespect' had not been tested more than once since they were introduced quietly over 2 years ago, and the first young lady to be accused had been allowed to go free after 'co-operating' with her defence lawyer and the judge, now Katie was standing here having what they called 'an inspection' from them man who had been appointed, without free choice, to be her defence lawyer.
Katie knew better than to refuse this man's requests. The price of a guilty verdict was a life as her boss's slave.
After what seemed like ages to Katie, but was probably little more than a few minutes, the man spoke.
"Good, good", he confidently said in a calm tone, as if they had all the time in the world. Not reassuring to a 26 year old woman forced to stand in her underwear and embarrassingly long heels, shivering, who just wants to be allowed to get dressed.
"I would have preferred you to have removed your blouse and skirt with a little less protest, but now we have you like this I'm pleased with what I see".
Katie bit onto her lower lip resisting the urge to burst into tears at his words, the situation.
"Ok girl", he continued, just as calmly, "so you understand what today is about." "We will shortly move into the next room where we will have a, how shall I put this, a discussion, yes, a discussion." "In the room, as you will have been informed will be your accuser, Mr Harris, the judge who will be hearing your case, someone I know very well, a Mr Runtting, and deciding your fate, and my secretary who will make notes. I will also be present obviously".
"The aim of our discussion is not for you to plead your innocence, or even for us to discuss the charges that have got you here, but to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should you be found guilty in court".
His eyes on the girl's now heaving bra clad breasts.
"Is that clear girl?"
Katie took a deep breath and nodded silently.
After a brief pause the man calmly instructed Katie that it was not acceptable either when they were alone or in the other room to answer a question without explicitly saying "yes Sir", asking if that was clear to which Katie replied with a "yes sir", the humiliation at having to respond like this, to a man who addressed her by her first name, clearly audible in her voice.
The man reached out to take Katie's bare arm, causing her to flinch away in surprise. Looking back nervously at the man who was slightly taken aback by her reaction, and the pleasant wobble of the petrified woman's bra.
"I am going to lead you by the arm into the next room, is that clear Katie?"
Katie nodded nervously and this time did not protest as he took her bare arm gently, but humiliatingly leading her out of his office. It was only for a brief few seconds but Katie felt very aware of her attire as they passed into the small corridor and waited for the door to the next room to be opened.
THE INTERVIEW
Despite being told what to expect, Katie was not prepared for the sense of shame she felt being walked into the small room where she saw her boss staring at her in her underwear. Katie could see that the whole process was designed to make her feel inferior as the three men sat in their suits and the older woman, she assumed was the secretary sat fully clothed in her long dress.
Nothing was said by any of the men initially and her lawyer took up a seat. There was no desk in the small room and the three men sat on chairs forming a semicircle around where Katie stood. It took Katie some time to realise that there was no chair for her, and this was the way it was going to be.
"I think we'll have your hands up on your head please Katie" her lawyer calmly announced, Katie watched with anger a smile forming on her boss's face at this instruction clearly designed to humiliate her even further.
Katie looked at the third man, the judge, hoping for some escape but quickly realised she was expected to comply.
Katie raised her arms up to her head, placing them palms down on top, she must have looked like some kind of hooker she thought, standing there in these ridiculous heels, her underwear and her hands on her head.
Her lawyer once again stood, standing in-front of the quivering girl who was trying very hard to stay composed, not wanting to give any of these men the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"As I have already explained to you girl" he began, looking her straight in her eyes "the aim of this session is simply to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should it be decided that the best way to ensure that you are an obedient woman going forward if to hand that responsibility over to Mr Harris, essentially to make you his property"
Katie surprised herself, and the others in the room by how quickly she cracked, letting out a whimper as tears began to stream down the girl's face. It was the humiliating words "obedient woman" and talk of dirty old Mr Harris being allowed to "make her is property" that did it.
The men continued to look at the girl, not showing the obvious excitement they felt at seeing this young girl presented to them like this.
"You are expected to stand here, with your hands on your head, and listen." "We may from time to time ask you a question, but unless we explicitly do as you a question, you will not be invited to interject." "Is this completely clear Katie?".
Katie nodded, still crying, and quietly responded with a timid "yes sir".
"Girl there are 4 other people in this room, I will need you to be speaking louder than this, please try again".
"yes sir", she forced herself to say again, this time slightly louder.
"Good", and with that he returned to his seat, taking up his position again ogling the young lady before him.
Mt Rutting, the judge, began to speak, his eyes fixed on Katie's body, despite his question being directed at the young woman's boss, Mr Harris.
"Mr Harris, what do you believe is required to keen a girl that the state rules is disobedient, obedient?, to be more precise, if I ruled that this young lady before us was to become your property, your slave essentially, what would you do with her, and how do you propose to keep her in line?"
"Well, a good first question", Mr Harris responded, briefly turning to glance at the judge but his eyes quickly returning to the legs of the half-naked girl before him.
"I believe that a woman in servitude must be taught to know her place. That means regular discipline and punishment sessions"
"And how would you propose to 'discipline' this young lady should you be made responsible for her?" the judge interjected.
"Well", responded the girl's boss, "I've always believed that the cane is the best instrument we have for daily use on a slave. Too harsh, if used properly, for a free citizen, but for a female in bounded servitude it is perfect". "This girl would receive two sessions with the cane a day to remind her of her place, with other punishments issued as and when required by her behaviour".
Katie's silent tears turned so a controlled sob as she stood and listened to this man calmly explaining how he would cane her daily, with the other two men nodding as if it were perfectly acceptable, for him to do it, to her, her, it was her they were discussing, her body, her freedom.
"Katie would continue to work in my office, although under very different terms obviously", the two other men each raised a wry grin each, "I would select the girl's clothing, and it would be designed to remind her of her place, of her status as a slave", "She and others in the office would obviously be quite aware that whenever she was summoned into my office and the door was shut it would be to receive a punishment or to serve me, privately"
"My office isn't soundproof, and I wouldn't intend to make it so, the humiliation of her colleagues hearing these, sessions, would simply enhance her education. I firmly believe humiliation forms a very important aspect of discipline I believe".
The judge nodded thoughtfully before asking "And would you ever punish this girl publicly, in your office?"
"Yes, I think so, but it may be back of the legs, that sort of thing, I doubt I'd ever strip her completely naked in the office for a punishment unless she had been very bad. Not our of any compassion for her dignity you understand" he said eyeing the quivering girl's body up and down. "I prefer the girl to know that the severe discipline happens in private, where it's just her and me. Of course I'm sure some of her colleagues will be invited in to observe from time to time".
"And you girl" the judge asked, looking at Katie's tear covered face for one of the first times during the session, "how do you feel about being caned by a master?".
Katie had no idea about how to answer such a disgusting question, she knew she didn't want it, but what answer did the judge want, "i.i." she nervously began, "i.i don't think I'd like it sir".
Her lawyer laughed out loud in one short burst, a grin formed on the judges face and taking his lead, on her boss's face too, "no, i bet you wouldn't" the judge said through his grim, his eyes returning to her body from her face.
This session went on for another 40 minutes, with Mr Harris explaining how he would treat the girl at home, how she would be expected to serve him sexually, how she could expect to be beaten regularly, all the time with Katie shivering and sobbing before them.
"Ok, thank you very much for coming to visit us today Mr Harris" said the judge rising from his seat - What about me thought Katie, I came too, and I'm the one standing half naked being talked about as if I wasn't there.
Katie's lawyer shook both the other two men's hands and lead them out of the office, turning to say to his secretary "could you take the girl back into my office please, I wish to talk to her", "keep your attire as it is girl" he firmly ordered walking out talking to the other men as the door shut behind him.
Katie looked through her tears to the woman before her who was beginning to pack up her folders and place them on a shelf at the side of the room. The woman looked at the half naked girl with some compassion, but coldly said, "if you'll follow me".
Katie lowered her arms and followed the woman, who left her back in the next office, again standing nervously with her arms at her sides waiting for the old man who was supposed to be helping her, but seemed to be on their side, to return.
ALONE AGAIN
After what again felt like ages standing there in the cold office, wanting to take the weight of her heeled feet and wanting more than anything to put some clothes on, the office door opened and in walked the lawyer.
He initially didn't even acknowledge the trembling young woman, but after placing his folders on his desk he resumed his position in-front of Katie, his face close enough to hers to allow her to feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke.
"Good", "I think you should now understand what the price of a guilty verdict would be for you, don't you girl?"
"yes sir" Katie timidly responded, casting her eyes down in shame at the situation and the though of the horrible things her boss had vowed to do to her should she be found guilty.
"I'm happy to hear that. And you're also aware that I am your only chance of being found innocent? As a woman on a disobedience charge it's me or no defence at all".
Katie already knew this, but as she flinched as his hand rose to gently stroke her right arm she also knew that this dirty old man who had made her wear these heels and strip to her underwear was going to want more than the money she was required to pay him for his assistance.
The old man took a step back to admire the full specimen before him, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have control over this young woman who so far had already complied with all of his orders.
Her knickers looked so slutty, the hair of her young pussy could clearly be made out through the thin fabric, she'd had no idea she would be forced to reveal them when she dressed this morning and she seriously regretted the choice now. He loved the idea that, despite her knowing what she had under her skirt, his power had forced her to reveal them to him, and also that she knew well enough not to try and cover them now.
His eyes roamed back up to her eyes, and Katie slowly looked up to meet his glaze before darting her eyes nervously back down.
"If I am to believe that you are a good female citizen, a girl who respects men, her superiors, then I need to see your complete obedience" he calmly continued, Katie's eyes still nervously down, focusing on the fabric of his trousers and his shoes, as she saw her long legs wobbling in her own.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you please girl" he ordered. Despite the please, Katie knew it was an order and that this man who was supposed to protect her was exerting complete control over her as she quickly moved her eyes up to meet his.
He started into the girl's, not crying but still tear stained, eyes enjoying the look of fear and embarrassment in them while she saw back at his lecherous and stern wrinkled face.
His hand slipped down to run gently along Katie's knicker clad bottom, causing her whole body to visibly shudder, but she didn't dare move from the spot where she stood, or to remove her eyes from his as they both remained fixed staring into each other's eyes.
"Your trial will be soon, probably as soon as next week, and we have much to do in that time to prove your innocence".
"As I believe you are already aware, given that the charges against you will possibly result in sexual slavery, it is necessary for the judge to fully inspect your body to ascertain your value."
Katie hated how much he was enjoying telling her these things, his hand still resting on her pert right bottom cheek as he did. A wave of humiliation flowed over her as he mentioned the inspection and Katie's eyes looked down in shame.
"EYES.UP.LOOKING.AT.ME.WHILE.I'M.SPEAKING" he firmly said, not shouting, almost spitting each word into her face, Katie felt like a little girl back at school with a teacher, she obeyed looking back into his nasty face, all too aware of his hand still roaming over her right buttock and upper thigh as he spoke.
"Please try not to disobey me girl, or this is going to be very difficult", "y.yes sir" she timidly whispered, hating herself for saying it, 'Disobey' she thought, this man was supposed to be helping her, she hated herself for being so submissive, but she felt she had no choice, she didn't want to be made her boss's slave, being 'punished' by him at work in-front of her colleagues, 'serving' him at home, and being paraded around the city by him. She just needed to get the next few weeks over and maybe she'd be ok.
"I'm sure you understand that it will help me to defend you if I'm completely sure that you are an obedient girl, one who knows how to serve the men in a superior situation to her?", Katie didn't reply and he didn't push her, his hand now roaming from her bottom cheek, over the top of her thigh, towards the front of her right thigh as he continued, "do you believe that you should be respecting me as one of your superiors?" he asked.
No she thought, I'm paying you for a service, but she knew it wasn't like that, she heard herself nervously responding once again with "y.yes sir". "Good Katie," his hand running up and down the top of her right thing getting dangerously close to her knickers, but not quite touching, Katie wondered to herself what she would do if he tried to touch her there, would she jump away, slap him, what price would she pay if she did, she'd surely lose her case, but the thought of this dirty old man getting his hands on her most private parts made her feel sick, angry, he head was becoming a mess with fear as fresh tears began to run down her cheeks, his hand continued on her thigh, still not reaching her thin knickers.
"I think you and i should spend some time together away from the office, to allow us to, discuss, what obedience to men means", "would that be acceptable to you?" he asked, his face stern and firm, Katie knew she had little choice, but really hoped he did just mean discuss, she nodded and after remembering added "yes sir" in an almost broken voice.
The lecherous man continued to invade the girl's space for a few more seconds, his hand enjoying it's journey back across her upper right thigh to her right hand bottom cheek and away. "You may get dressed now, my secretary will be in touch about our next meeting" he said, his eyes roaming down to stare into her ample bra-covered breasts.
Katie took a step backwards, managing not to fall in her heels, and walked over to the chair at the side of the room where her clothes had been draped.
He stood enjoying the show as the young girl first picked up her skirt, and bent forward giving him an eye full of the top of her hanging breasts as she stepped into and pulled the skirt up her long legs.
Next she picked up the while blouse and put that on too, her fingers shaking with humiliation as the old man's eyes remained fixed on her, his eyes momentarily roaming down to her tight bottom in her tight skirt.
Katie bent to pick up her small handbag and turned in her high heels to open the door, "thank you Katie" the man grinned, eyeing her up like a complete pervert, the sort that Katie would sometimes see look at her on the bus, Katie replied "thank you", not sure what else to say, feeling tiny despite the height advantage the heels gave her as she opened the door and walked out of the office, a wave of shame running over her as she passed through the waiting room, seeing her lawyer's secretary look up at her from her desk.
THE MEETINGS
It has been 5 days since Katie's meeting with her lawyer and she'd heard no more about the trial or the meetings that had been mentioned.
Work had been unbearable, Mr Harris had kept his distance, which was a relief to Katie, but she was also sure by the way he was perving over her body out of the corner of his eye whenever they passed each other that he was thinking of all the things he would like to do to her, it made Katie shiver at the thought of this and the experience with the lawyer lead to Katie regularly being found in tears at work. The other colleagues just seemed to ignore her when this happened, not wanting to get involved, but clearly talking about her behind her back and some of them clearly enjoying the situation.
She was sure to keep her dress modest, trousers and long sleeves only, and no heels, she didn't want to give Mr Harris or any other man the satisfaction.
It was the following Monday morning when she received the letter from her lawyer's office. It very matter-of-fact announced that she was requested to attend an 'inspection' with the judge that Thursday evening in the law court building in the city centre. it said that as this was an inspection of her person, 'designed to ascertain her worth as a slave with sexual duties', she was required to dress appropriately: high heeled shoes with a heel no shorter than 4 inches, skirt no longer than 2 inches above the knee which must be 'body tight' and an halter top. Underwear was optional it said, but no tights.
Katie's first reaction upon reading this dress-list was to shudder, the perverts she thought as tears began to form in her eyes and she let out a sob causing others in the office to turn and look at her before turning back to their work. "Are you ok?" asked Kerri, the girl at the next desk with genuine compassion, Katie just nodded silently, but it was clear she was not.
Katie saw through her tear filled yes the last line of the letter she had missed before, "Vagina must be completely shaven, so as to allow inspection", no, she thought, no, please, they're not going to make me strip completely are they? it's just not fair, it's not right, she sniffed and quickly packed the letter into her handbag, not wanting anyone to get a glimpse of the letter.
Katie tried to not think about that letter or her impending 'inspection' that evening, which wasn't easy and didn't really work giving her a fairly sleepless night. The following evening she had to think about it.
Katie had a skirt and top that she thought met the requirements of the dress code in the letter, however she had no shoes with a heel anything like as high as 4 inches. She felt sick in her chest as she walked into the shopping mall thinking about which shops would sell such a heel. Most of the normal shoe shops were not going to stock what Katie though of as a prostitute's shoe she thought so she walked into ann summers. They had some that were about 2 inches tall, and only one pair that were 5 inches.
Katie asked the assistant if they had any 4 inch heel shoes and she was told no. She couldn't think of anywhere else in the small mall that would sell such heels so asked the assistant if she could try on the 5 inch ones.
The assistant brought back the pair of shoes and Katie just wanted to cry at the thought of wearing them for those men. They were shiny black, with a red outline and a lace that tied up around the ancle. Katie sat down to try them on, holding them in her hands as a tear rolled down her cheek.
They fitted but Katie found it very hard to keep her balance, she'd never worn shoes so high, she caught a glimpse of her feet in a mirror, she looked like a pole dancer.
She took them off and took them to the till. 'That'll be 49 please' said the assistant, Katie reluctantly handed over her card, so angry at having to pay 49 for some shoes just to make these dirty men get off at her body.
Katie left the shop and went straight home, knowing that tomorrow could be one of the most scary and humiliating days of her life.
THE LAWYER'S OFFICE
Katie stood in the office of the man who calls himself her lawyer in her heels and underwear waiting in silence while this lecherous man, who had to be thirty years her senior, stood before her, his eyes roaming her quivering body as she nervously cast her eyes down, her arms awkwardly at her sides.
Silently sipping in her full breasts, curved hips and legs and working his way back up to the shaking young woman's long blonde hair.
Katie just wanted to scream at him, put her clothes back on and run out. Over and over in her mind went the anger and frustration, mixed with fear, that she was in this situation, that this was allowed to happen.
The new laws that allowed certain men to accuse unmarried women on their staff of 'disobedience' and 'disrespect' had not been tested more than once since they were introduced quietly over 2 years ago. The first young lady to be accused had been allowed to go free after 'co-operating' with her defence lawyer and the judge, now Katie was standing here having what they called 'an inspection' from the man who had been appointed, without free choice, to be her defence lawyer.
Katie knew better than to refuse this man's requests. The price of a guilty verdict was a life as her boss's slave.
After what seemed like ages to Katie, but was probably little more than a few minutes, the man spoke.
"Good, good", he confidently said in a calm tone, as if they had all the time in the world. Not reassuring to a 26 year old woman forced to stand in her underwear, shivering, who just wants to be allowed to get dressed.
"I would have preferred you to have removed your blouse and skirt with a little less protest, but now we have you like this I'm pleased with what I see".
Katie bit onto her lower lip resisting the urge to burst into tears at his words, the situation.
"Ok girl", he continued, just as calmly, "so you understand what today is about." "We will shortly move into the next room where we will have a, how shall I put this, a discussion, yes, a discussion." "In the room, as you will have been informed will be your accuser, Mr Harris, the judge who will be hearing your case, someone I know very well, a Mr Runtting, and deciding your fate, and my secretary who will make notes. I will also be present obviously".
"The aim of our discussion is not for you to plead your innocence, or even for us to discuss the charges that have got you here, but to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should you be found guilty in court".
His eyes on the girl's now heaving bra clad breasts.
"Is that clear girl?"
Katie took a deep breath and nodded silently.
After a brief pause the man calmly instructed Katie that it was not acceptable either when they were alone or in the other room to answer a question without explicitly saying "yes Sir", asking if that was clear to which Katie replied with a "yes sir", the humiliation at having to respond like this, to a man who addressed her by her first name, clearly audible in her voice.
The man reached out to take Katie's bare arm, causing her to flinch away in surprise. She looked back nervously at the man who was slightly taken aback by her reaction, and the pleasant wobble of the petrified woman's bra.
"I am going to lead you by the arm into the next room, is that clear Katie?" he said in a condescending tone.
Katie nodded nervously and this time did not protest as he took her bare arm, gently but humiliatingly, leading her out of his office. It was only for a brief few seconds but Katie felt very aware of her attire as they passed into the small corridor and waited for the door to the next room to be opened.
THE INTERVIEW
Despite being told what to expect, Katie was not prepared for the sense of shame she felt being walked into the small room where she saw her boss staring at her in her underwear. Katie could see that the whole process was designed to make her feel inferior as the three men sat in their suits and the older woman, she assumed was the secretary sat fully clothed in her long dress.
Nothing was said by any of the men initially and her lawyer took up a seat. There was no desk in the small room and the three men sat on chairs forming a semicircle around where Katie stood. It took Katie some time to realise that there was no chair for her, and this was the way it was going to be.
"I think we'll have your hands up on your head please Katie" her lawyer calmly announced, Katie watched with anger a smile forming on her boss's face at this instruction clearly designed to humiliate her even further.
Katie looked at the third man, the judge, hoping for some escape but quickly realised she was expected to comply.
Katie raised her arms up to her head, placing them palms down on top, she must have looked like some kind of hooker she thought, standing there in her underwear and her hands on her head.
Her lawyer once again stood, standing in-front of the quivering girl who was trying very hard to stay composed, not wanting to give any of these men the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"As I have already explained to you girl" he began, looking her straight in her eyes "the aim of this session is simply to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should it be decided that the best way to ensure that you are an obedient woman going forward if to hand that responsibility over to Mr Harris, essentially to make you his property"
Katie surprised herself, and the others in the room by how quickly she cracked, letting out a whimper as tears began to stream down the girl's face. It was the humiliating words "obedient woman" and talk of dirty old Mr Harris being allowed to "make her is property" that did it.
The men continued to look at the girl, not showing the obvious excitement they felt at seeing this young girl presented to them like this.
"You are expected to stand here, with your hands on your head, and listen." "We may from time to time ask you a question, but unless we explicitly do as you a question, you will not be invited to interject." "Is this completely clear Katie?".
Katie nodded, still crying, and quietly responded with a timid "yes sir".
"Girl there are 4 other people in this room, I will need you to be speaking louder than this, please try again".
"yes sir", she forced herself to say again, this time slightly louder.
"Good", and with that he returned to his seat, taking up his position again ogling the young lady before him.
Mt Rutting, the judge, began to speak, his eyes fixed on Katie's body, despite his question being directed at the young woman's boss, Mr Harris.
"Mr Harris, what do you believe is required to keen a girl that the state rules is disobedient, obedient?, to be more precise, if I ruled that this young lady before us was to become your property, your slave essentially, what would you do with her, and how do you propose to keep her in line?"
"Well, a good first question", Mr Harris responded, briefly turning to glance at the judge but his eyes quickly returning to the legs of the half-naked girl before him.
"I believe that a woman in servitude must be taught to know her place. That means regular discipline and punishment sessions"
"And how would you propose to 'discipline' this young lady should you be made responsible for her?" the judge interjected.
"Well", responded the girl's boss, "I've always believed that the cane is the best instrument we have for daily use on a slave. Too harsh, if used properly, for a free citizen, but for a female in bounded servitude it is perfect". "This girl would receive two sessions with the cane a day to remind her of her place, with other punishments issued as and when required by her behaviour".
Katie's silent tears turned so a controlled sob as she stood and listened to this man calmly explaining how he would cane her daily, with the other two men nodding as if it were perfectly acceptable, for him to do it, to her, her, it was her they were discussing, her body, her freedom.
"Katie would continue to work in my office, although under very different terms obviously", the two other men each raised a wry grin each, "I would select the girl's clothing, and it would be designed to remind her of her place, of her status as a slave", "She and others in the office would obviously be quite aware that whenever she was summoned into my office and the door was shut it would be to receive a punishment or to serve me, privately"
"My office isn't soundproof, and I wouldn't intend to make it so, the humiliation of her colleagues hearing these, sessions, would simply enhance her education. I firmly believe humiliation forms a very important aspect of discipline I believe".
The judge nodded thoughtfully before asking "And would you ever punish this girl publicly, in your office?"
"Yes, I think so, but it may be back of the legs, that sort of thing, I doubt I'd ever strip her completely naked in the office for a punishment unless she had been very bad. Not our of any compassion for her dignity you understand" he said eyeing the quivering girl's body up and down. "I prefer the girl to know that the severe discipline happens in private, where it's just her and me. Of course I'm sure some of her colleagues will be invited in to observe from time to time".
"And you girl" the judge asked, looking at Katie's tear covered face for one of the first times during the session, "how do you feel about being caned by a master?".
Katie had no idea about how to answer such a disgusting question, she knew she didn't want it, but what answer did the judge want, "i.i." she nervously began, "i.i don't think I'd like it sir".
Her lawyer laughed out loud in one short burst, a grin formed on the judges face and taking his lead, on her boss's face too, "no, i bet you wouldn't" the judge said through his grim, his eyes returning to her body from her face.
This session went on for another 40 minutes, with Mr Harris explaining how he would treat the girl at home, how she would be expected to serve him sexually, how she could expect to be beaten regularly, all the time with Katie shivering and sobbing before them.
"Ok, thank you very much for coming to visit us today Mr Harris" said the judge rising from his seat - What about me thought Katie, I came too, and I'm the one standing half naked being talked about as if I wasn't there.
Katie's lawyer shook both the other two men's hands and lead them out of the office, turning to say to his secretary "could you take the girl back into my office please, I wish to talk to her", "keep your attire as it is girl" he firmly ordered walking out talking to the other men as the door shut behind him.
Katie looked through her tears to the woman before her who was beginning to pack up her folders and place them on a shelf at the side of the room. The woman looked at the half naked girl with some compassion, but coldly said, "if you'll follow me".
Katie lowered her arms and followed the woman, who left her back in the next office, again standing nervously with her arms at her sides waiting for the old man who was supposed to be helping her, but seemed to be on their side, to return.
ALONE AGAIN
After what again felt like ages standing there in the cold office, wanting to take the weight of her heeled feet and wanting more than anything to put some clothes on, the office door opened and in walked the lawyer.
He initially didn't even acknowledge the trembling young woman, but after placing his folders on his desk he resumed his position in-front of Katie, his face close enough to hers to allow her to feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke.
"Good", "I think you should now understand what the price of a guilty verdict would be for you, don't you girl?"
"yes sir" Katie timidly responded, casting her eyes down in shame at the situation and the though of the horrible things her boss had vowed to do to her should she be found guilty.
"I'm happy to hear that. And you're also aware that I am your only chance of being found innocent? As a woman on a disobedience charge it's me or no defence at all".
Katie already knew this, but as she flinched as his hand rose to gently stroke her right arm she also knew that this dirty old man who had made her strip to her underwear was going to want more than the money she was required to pay him for his assistance.
The old man took a step back to admire the full specimen before him, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have control over this young woman who so far had already complied with all of his orders.
Her knickers looked so slutty, the hair of her young pussy could clearly be made out through the thin fabric, she'd had no idea she would be forced to reveal them when she dressed this morning and she seriously regretted the choice now. He loved the idea that, despite her knowing what she had under her skirt, his power had forced her to reveal them to him, and also that she knew well enough not to try and cover them now.
His eyes roamed back up to her eyes, and Katie slowly looked up to meet his glaze before darting her eyes nervously back down.
"If I am to believe that you are a good female citizen, a girl who respects men, her superiors, then I need to see your complete obedience" he calmly continued, Katie's eyes still nervously down, focusing on the fabric of his trousers and his shoes, as she saw her long legs wobbling in her own.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you please girl" he ordered. Despite the please, Katie knew it was an order and that this man who was supposed to protect her was exerting complete control over her as she quickly moved her eyes up to meet his.
He started into the girl's, not crying but still tear stained, eyes enjoying the look of fear and embarrassment in them while she saw back at his lecherous and stern wrinkled face.
His hand slipped down to run gently along Katie's knicker clad bottom, causing her whole body to visibly shudder, but she didn't dare move from the spot where she stood, or to remove her eyes from his as they both remained fixed staring into each other's eyes.
"Your trial will be soon, probably as soon as next week, and we have much to do in that time to prove your innocence".
"As I believe you are already aware, given that the charges against you will possibly result in sexual slavery, it is necessary for the judge to fully inspect your body to ascertain your value."
Katie hated how much he was enjoying telling her these things, his hand still resting on her pert right bottom cheek as he did. A wave of humiliation flowed over her as he mentioned the inspection and Katie's eyes looked down in shame.
"EYES.UP.LOOKING.AT.ME.WHILE.I'M.SPEAKING" he firmly said, not shouting, almost spitting each word into her face, Katie felt like a little girl back at school with a teacher, she obeyed looking back into his nasty face, all too aware of his hand still roaming over her right buttock and upper thigh as he spoke.
"Please try not to disobey me girl, or this is going to be very difficult", "y.yes sir" she timidly whispered, hating herself for saying it, 'Disobey' she thought, this man was supposed to be helping her, she hated herself for being so submissive, but she felt she had no choice, she didn't want to be made her boss's slave, being 'punished' by him at work in-front of her colleagues, 'serving' him at home, and being paraded around the city by him. She just needed to get the next few weeks over and maybe she'd be ok.
"I'm sure you understand that it will help me to defend you if I'm completely sure that you are an obedient girl, one who knows how to serve the men in a superior situation to her?", Katie didn't reply and he didn't push her, his hand now roaming from her bottom cheek, over the top of her thigh, towards the front of her right thigh as he continued, "do you believe that you should be respecting me as one of your superiors?" he asked.
No she thought, I'm paying you for a service, but she knew it wasn't like that, she heard herself nervously responding once again with "y.yes sir". "Good Katie," his hand running up and down the top of her right thing getting dangerously close to her knickers, but not quite touching, Katie wondered to herself what she would do if he tried to touch her there, would she jump away, slap him, what price would she pay if she did, she'd surely lose her case, but the thought of this dirty old man getting his hands on her most private parts made her feel sick, angry, he head was becoming a mess with fear as fresh tears began to run down her cheeks, his hand continued on her thigh, still not reaching her thin knickers.
"I think you and i should spend some time together away from the office, to allow us to, discuss, what obedience to men means", "would that be acceptable to you?" he asked, his face stern and firm, Katie knew she had little choice, but really hoped he did just mean discuss, she nodded and after remembering added "yes sir" in an almost broken voice.
The lecherous man continued to invade the girl's space for a few more seconds, his hand enjoying it's journey back across her upper right thigh to her right hand bottom cheek and away. "You may get dressed now, my secretary will be in touch about our next meeting" he said, his eyes roaming down to stare into her ample bra-covered breasts.
Katie took a step backwards, her bare legs quivering, and walked over to the chair at the side of the room where her clothes had been draped.
He stood enjoying the show as the young girl first picked up her skirt, and bent forward giving him an eye full of the top of her hanging breasts as she stepped into and pulled the skirt up her long legs.
Next she picked up the while blouse and put that on too, her fingers shaking with humiliation as the old man's eyes remained fixed on her, his eyes momentarily roaming down to her tight bottom in her tight skirt.
Katie bent to pick up her small handbag and turned in her high heels to open the door, "thank you Katie" the man grinned, eyeing her up like a complete pervert, the sort that Katie would sometimes see look at her on the bus, Katie replied "thank you", not sure what else to say, feeling tiny despite the height advantage the heels gave her as she opened the door and walked out of the office, a wave of shame running over her as she passed through the waiting room, seeing her lawyer's secretary look up at her from her desk.
THE MEETINGS
It has been 5 days since Katie's meeting with her lawyer and she'd heard no more about the trial or the meetings that had been mentioned.
Work had been unbearable, Mr Harris had kept his distance, which was a relief to Katie, but she was also sure by the way he was perving over her body out of the corner of his eye whenever they passed each other that he was thinking of all the things he would like to do to her, it made Katie shiver at the thought of this and the experience with the lawyer lead to Katie regularly being found in tears at work. The other colleagues just seemed to ignore her when this happened, not wanting to get involved, but clearly talking about her behind her back and some of them clearly enjoying the situation.
She was sure to keep her dress modest, trousers and long sleeves only, and no heels, she didn't want to give Mr Harris or any other man the satisfaction.
It was the following Monday morning when she received the letter from her lawyer's office. It very matter-of-fact announced that she was requested to attend an 'inspection' with the judge that Thursday evening in the law court building in the city centre. it said that as this was an inspection of her person, 'designed to ascertain her worth as a slave with sexual duties', she was required to dress appropriately: high heeled shoes with a heel no shorter than 4 inches, skirt no longer than 2 inches above the knee which must be 'body tight' and an halter top. Underwear was optional it said, but no tights.
Katie's first reaction upon reading this dress-list was to shudder, the perverts she thought as tears began to form in her eyes and she let out a sob causing others in the office to turn and look at her before turning back to their work. "Are you ok?" asked Kerri, the girl at the next desk with genuine compassion, Katie just nodded silently, but it was clear she was not.
Katie saw through her tear filled yes the last line of the letter she had missed before, "Vagina must be completely shaven, so as to allow inspection", no, she thought, no, please, they're not going to make me strip completely are they? it's just not fair, it's not right, she sniffed and quickly packed the letter into her handbag, not wanting anyone to get a glimpse of the letter.
Katie tried to not think about that letter or her impending 'inspection' that evening, which wasn't easy and didn't really work giving her a fairly sleepless night. The following evening she had to think about it.
Katie had a skirt and top that she thought met the requirements of the dress code in the letter, however she had no shoes with a heel anything like as high as 4 inches. She felt sick in her chest as she walked into the shopping mall thinking about which shops would sell such a heel. Most of the normal shoe shops were not going to stock what Katie though of as a prostitute's shoe she thought so she walked into ann summers. They had some that were about 2 inches tall, and only one pair that were 5 inches.
Katie asked the assistant if they had any 4 inch heel shoes and she was told no. She couldn't think of anywhere else in the small mall that would sell such heels so asked the assistant if she could try on the 5 inch ones.
The assistant brought back the pair of shoes and Katie just wanted to cry at the thought of wearing them for those men. They were shiny black, with a red outline and a lace that tied up around the ancle. Katie sat down to try them on, holding them in her hands as a tear rolled down her cheek.
They fitted but Katie found it very hard to keep her balance, she'd never worn shoes so high, she caught a glimpse of her feet in a mirror, she looked like a pole dancer.
She took them off and took them to the till. 'That'll be 49 please' said the assistant, Katie reluctantly handed over her card, so angry at having to pay 49 for some shoes just to make these dirty men get off at her body.
Katie left the shop and went straight home, knowing that tomorrow could be one of the most scary and humiliating days of her life.
PREPARING FOR INSPECTION DAY
Katie woke up, enjoying the few seconds of peace before remembering reality, then she really didn't feel like getting out of bed.
Taking a deep breath the young woman eased her long legs out to the side of the bed, siting on the edge of the bed in her pyjamas and rubbing her eyes, her mind filled with dread.
Katie stood up and sighed a big sigh before thinking about what she was going to wear. She quickly decided that she wasn't going to give Mr Harris the satisfaction of seeing her in the clothes the letter from the solicitor had ordered and so she took out some trousers, flat shoes and shirt that had become her staple since her boss had decided to accuse her of 'disobedience'.
Then Katie's mind turned to the instruction in the letter about her vagina, she really didn't want to have to shave it, completely bare, but knew she had no choice.
Katie slipped on her dressing gown and walked out of her room into the corridor, hoping that none of her housemates were up yet, she couldn't face having to talk to any of them.
Once in the bathroom Katie locked the door behind her, sitting on the edge of the bath the young woman opened her dressing gown, revealing her naked front, looking down at the can of shaving foam and razor in her hand, and her not-for-long hairy pussy she burst into tears at the though of what she was required to do.
Eventually seeing the time and realising she needed to be at work soon Katie took a deep breath and, after positioning the can's nozzle between her now spread legs, pressed down on the can to cover her private hair with foam.
Still sobbing to herself Katie spread the cream with her fingers and with the razor in her right hand began to scrape it through the foam.
Initially she didn't dare to cut too close and as foam and cream dropped into the bath tub beneath her she realised she needed to spray another coat of cream before doing another pass.
"I can't believe I'm doing this for those bastards" she thought, her head a mess with crying, fear and anger as she went for the second attack at her pubic hair. After several rounds, and a very nerve-racking touch-up to remove the last few stragglers Katie was done.
Turning the shower on to clear way the mess she had made in the bath she stood in the bath and showered herself for the day, washing away the cream and hair from between her legs, she looked so bare down there she thought, it was horrible, and all so those dirty old men could look at her, completely bare.
Starting to hurry now, not wanting to get in trouble for being late, Katie quickly dried herself and put her dressing gown back on.
Back in her bedroom she was very careful to put on her least skimpy underwear, these were black cotton knickers and an un-matching white cotton bra.
Staring at herself in the mirror Katie looked down at her breasts which still spilled out of this bra, not as much as they would with some of her other bras, but they were big, it was hard to contain them completely. Katie knew that she would find herself standing like this later today in-front of that horrible old judge and solicitor.
Katie took her big cotton bag and packed into it her tight skirt, sleeveless halter top and the horrifically high heels she bought last night and left for what was likely to be another long day at the office.
THE WAIT
It was another day where Katie found it hard to concentrate at work, but she made it through the day, and as 6pm approached her heart began to sink even lower at the thought of going into the toilets and changing into those clothes. Nobody in the office knew about her inspection and she wanted to keep it that way.
Katie needed to present herself at the courthouse at 7pm, and as it was only half an hour away she figured she would wait until 6.30 and change then. Even then she planned to leave the shoes, the most embarrassing part of the clothing until she got to the courthouse.
It was half past five and the office was still full as Katie looked up from her computer to see Sam, the receptionist walking over with two rough looking men in suits.
"Here's Katie" Sam said, pointing over, a cheeky grin on her face as she looked at Katie and said "you have some guests Katie", causing all of the heads in the office to turn to see what was going on.
"Katie Simmons?" the first of the men asked firmly, "yes" Katie replied meekly.
"Stand up please", despite not knowing who these men were Katie did as told, fearing the consequences, looking around nervously hoping nobody was watching, but seeing everyone was.
"Court bailiff" the man announced, looking the nervous girl up and down and checking a piece of paper in his hand.
"Why aren't you wearing what you were told?" he demanded in a rough accent with almost a sneer, taking the opportunity to eye the girl up once more. Even though she was dressed conservatively, he could still tell she had a good body, and a big pair of breasts.
Katie's face filled with red as embarrassment took over "i.i, i.it's not until 7 o'clock, i.i was going to change before", looking around again, conscious at everyone listening to her as she stood there.
"You inspection starts at 7, but we're taking you now, didn't your lawyer tell you?" he responded.
trying to whisper in the fruitless hope that nobody would hear, "n.no, it just said 7 in the letter"
"show me" demanded the man, not cracking a smile at any point.
Katie bent down to pick up her handbag, rummaging through it before taking out an envelope, looking around again before handing it over.
The man snatched it and read it while Katie continued to stand awkwardly at the other side of her desk.
After reading for what seemed like ages to Katie the man looked up, "Yeah, well it seems your lawyer's secretary missed a few details". "we're here to collect you, and the judge has changed the skirt requirement, wants to be able to see your legs properly, so wear this one" he says handing over a small black bag.
Katie takes it and bends to pick up the cotton bag with her other clothes, Katie takes both and begins to walk past the men to the women's bathroom.
"where are you going" the man demands, "to get changed" Katie replies.
"ok, be quick" the man says in a slightly slimy voice as he watches the young woman's tight bottom sway away.
before she reaches the bathroom door the man asks "did you shave?", Katie freezes, mortified with shame as she turns to quietly reply "yes". "Good" says the man, a smile on his face for the first time as he picks up a leaflet from a desk and casually runs his eyes over it.
The men stand and wait in the office in silence and people gradually begin to return to work as they wonder what Katie will look like when she returns, and exactly what an inspection at the court house is.
In the bathroom Katie first unbuttons her shirt and pulls the halter top over her bra, next she unbuttons and pulls down her trousers placing them in her cotton bag with the shirt.
She opens the black plastic bag the bailiff had given her and takes out the tiny skirt she has been ordered to wear.
Her first thought as she stands in her knickers and halter top alone in the bathroom is that she really doesn't went her colleagues to see her in this, it's black, really, really short, very tight and does up with a zip that runs down the centre. It's essentially one strip of short fabric with a zip.
Taking a deep breath katie wraps it around her waist over her knickers and pulling very hard against its tightness, manages to attach the two sides of the zip and pull it up. Fresh tears form in her eyes as she looks down at her bare legs under this dress.
Sticking with the original plan to change shoes at the courthouse Katie slips back into her flats, picks up the bag with her other clothes and her high heels and walks out back into the office.
The man tun to look at her, along with the rest of the office.
Katie looks down in shame, just wanting to get out of there.
The main bailiff stays on his spot where she left him, in-front of her desk, and beckons with his finger for her to walk over to him.
Katie does another look left and right seeing everyone looking at her and walks the short distance that to her feels a great distance with everyone's eyes on her breasts in her tight halter top and her bare legs in this ridiculous skirt.
She reaches the man who looks her up and down before saying in a serious voice "what about the shoes?"
"i.i was going to change when we get there, b.before i see him" she replies, very timidly, "Him?" asks the man sharply, making Katie spit it out "the judge".
The man eyes the quivering girl up and down, her legs are freezing in the middle of winter mildness that fills the office, despite the heating being on, it's not the weather for such clothes.
"No, put them on now. You won't have the use of your hands once we take you into custody"
Katie's eyes widened at these words, did this mean they were going to cuff her?, here in the office?
"Come on" the man starkly ordered.
Katie, bent down, bending both knees, desperate not to flash her knickers in this short skirt to anyone.
Opening her bag she took out the shoes, with their 5 inch heels they were quite a sight, even standing on their own.
There was a slight gasp from some of the office which Katie did her best to ignore, 'if I can just get through the next few days I should be free again' she thought as she struggled to keep her modesty while struggling into these tight, very high shoes.
Standing up, still clutching her clothes bag, she wobbled a bit on the heels, rising to her full height, now slightly higher than the Bailiffs, but feeling a lot smaller.
"Good" grinned the man, "Carl" he said, turning to the other man who instantly took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and watched towards Katie.
noo, thought Katie as she realised her fear was true, "hands out" the man ordered and Katie complied, not wanting to create any more of a scene than she already had. As her hands were cuffed she looked up to see her boss, the one who had got her into this position, leaning against his office door watching her shame.
Her mind was quickly distracted by the bailiff with the cuffs bending down to his knees, and taking out a second pair of cuffs, this time with a longer metal chain between the cuffs.
She felt the cold metal of one cuff clip around her right ankle, and then her left. Finally the man took another chain and attached the chain holding her ankles together to the small chain between her wrists.
"Move" said the first man firmly, pointing to the door as he snatched her bag off her and put it on her desk.
Katie was slightly overwhelmed by everything that was happening but followed his instruction obediently and began to walk towards the door, her chains clanking as she did, her ankle twisting every few steps as she got used to the high heels and the cuffs.
Once outside the reality of the freezing cold hit Katie's legs, arms and most embarrassingly nipples.
She was lead into the back of a prison van, with two wooden benches in the back.
The main bailiff sat in the back with her and the other got into the driving seat and pulled away.
Throughout the journey the bailiff in the back perved over Katie's body but didn't touch her, much to her relief.
AT THE COURTHOUSE
After the short journey, Katie was lead from the prison van, struggling down the step at the back, and into the light of the street before the courthouse. She thought to herself as passers by looked at the chained, scantily clad young woman that she must have looked like an arrested prostitute being lead into the building. She just wanted it all to end, she wanted her old life back.
Once inside she was lead to what the sign told her was the 'Processing desk'.
The main bailiff took Katie by the arm roughly and up to the reception of the desk. "Simmons for inspection with Judge Rutting" he announced.
The receptionist, a woman who must have been a few years older than katie, about 30 years old, looked the chained quivering girl up and down without pity and checked through her admissions list. looking a bit confused.
"Do you know where you're supposed to be meeting the judge?" she asked Katie. Katie had always assumed it was his office, she'd imagined an oak panelled room with carpet, something like that.
"i.i'm not sure, i thought it would be Mr Rutting's office" she responded.
"Ok, no, I've found it, that's happening in one of the basement interrogation cells, sorry" she said looking up at Katie before the word sorry with a half sympathetic half wry smile on her face, before turning to the bailiff, them both smiling the same way.
"wait over there" the receptionist said pointing to a row of wooden chairs. "Your lawyer isn't here yet".
Katie sat down and the bailiff sat next to her, she felt to exposed in this tiny skirt with all of these chains and the heels, sure to keep her knees pressed tightly together. Everyone walking in and out of the courthouse reception took a good look at the shivering girl.
As the clock neared 6.30 her lawyer arrived, first walking past her without noticing, up to the receptionist asking "have the bailiffs brought in Katie S.., oh, there she is" he said, with a wry smile, staring at Katie in her skimpy clothes, stripper heels and chains, he felt so turned on at the sight of her, he was going to enjoy this.
Not bothering to acknowledge or greet Katie, her 'lawyer' leant on the reception desk he turned to talk to both the receptionist and the bailiff sitting next to Katie at the same time, "Can we put her in a holding cell? I need to talk with the judge first".
The receptionist checked her papers and told the bailiff "cell 2, next to her interrogation call is free", the bailiff stood and turned to Katie, "on your feet".
Katie again struggled to her feet in the heels and chains, keen to keep her dignity, she was still technically a free, innocent, woman after all.
She followed the bailiff who lead her across the hall down the marble steps, past several security guards who all took a good look at Katie's assets, down until the marble steps turned to bare concrete, and the lights changed from pretty art deco to hanging light bulbs and strip lighting.
Eventually Katie was lead by a new guard into cell number 2. The guard told her firmly "You will wait here to be called. You will not sit, clear?", Katie nervously nodded, looking around the bare concrete room as the heavy iron door clanked shut behind the guard leaving the scantily lag girl standing in the freezing cold staring at the door, her wrists and ankles still in humiliating cuffs.
THE INSPECTION
After what seemed like a long wait the door to Katie's cell opened. Katie was surprised to see Mr Rutting, the judge walk in, along with her lawyer.
Both men clearly enjoyed having a good look at the quivering girl standing before them in the clothes they had ordered.
Neither man spoke to Katie and the judge turned to the guard at the door saying "Let's move her to the interrogation room then", taking a step to the side to make Katie's path to the door clear, and taking the opportunity to take his first look at the girl's tight bottom in the tight skirt.
The guard took Katie by the chain between her wrists and lead her, struggling in her heels, but trying hard to not give the men the satisfaction of seeing her fall, out of the cell and into the next room.
The next room wasn't much different to the holding cell, except there was a cold looking metal desk/table and two wooden chairs.
Katie longed to be able to cover up her cold legs and arms and to take the wight off her heeled feet, but knew there wasn't much chance of that happening any time soon as her lawyer took a seat and the judge followed leaving her standing.
"Remove the chains and then you may leave us" the judge calmly said to the guard who did as told, taking the opportunity to steal a look up the girl's skirt as he undid her ankle cuffs. "Leave the cuffs in the corner" the judge ordered him, he did so and left the room, closing the iron door behind him.
Katie looked at the pile of chains in the corner of the room, knowing that she didn't want them back on.
After drinking in her bare legs and sexy scantily clad body the judge looked to Katie's pretty face, she looked at him, his dirty, fat face ogling her.
"That's better, isn't it, getting rid of those chains?" he asked, Katie, remembering the rules with these people replied "yes sir".
"Good" he replied.
Although she had been dreading it for days, Katie was surprised by the speed at which the next requests came, "Ok, Remove your clothes", the judge said without an ounce of remorse or sympathy.
Katie looked at her lawyer and back to the judge. She so didn't want to have to strip for these dirty old men, these men who had so much power over her, who would decide is she would be allowed to stay free, or not.
Knowing she had no choice, Katie swallowed nervously and said the obligatory 'yes sir' before bending down, again bending both knees trying to preserve some modesty, her feet were starting to ache in the shoes and she reached for the right hand side buckle only to be stopped "not the shoes girl, we'll keep those on for now" he said.
"yes sir" Katie reluctantly said as she stood back up.
Next she went for the hem of her top, pulling it up over her head, her ample breasts bouncing in their white bra support as the top came up over the girl's head.
Katie stood clutching the top, feeling a fresh wave of cold air over her exposed stomach and tops of her breasts.
"Fold it and give it to your lawyer, then get on with removing the next article" the judge instructed.
Katie nodded and folded the top twice into a small square with the straps hanging down as she handed it to her lawyer, conscious at her breasts wobbling in their bra as she bent to hand it to him, and conscious at his eyes on them.
Katie returned to her position and her hand, shaking from fear and cold reached for the zip at the top of her tight skirt.
Slowly she pulled it down, and as it went her tight black cotton knickers came slowly into view, until she had passed them and was pulling exposing her upper thighs. The zip reached the end and Katie felt the skirt loosen and fall into a single strip of fabric in her hand.
Looking up at the men who were now seeing her, shaking, in her black knickers and white bra, not to forget the heels.
Katie folded the skirt too, handing this to her lawyer who placed it on top of her top on his lap, before returning to her position.
Katie looked first at her lawyer and then at the judge for it to stop here, "carry on girl, we'll have the bra on Mr Smith's lap next please".
"y.yes sir" Katie said, feeling totally helpless as she reached behind her back and after a few seconds of struggling with her cold, shaking hands undid the clasp, feeling the bra loosen around her chest, knowing she only had a few more seconds of privacy from these perverted old men.
Moving her hands forward Katie pushed the bra straps, first off her left shoulder and then the right, her breasts slowly coming into view, the bra fell down, Katie's shaking hands failed to catch it as it fell to the floor, she began to bend her knees to pick it up as the judge shouted "LEAVE IT", Katie jumped back up, looking at the judge, her arms at her sides, too scared to cover her exposed ample, natural, breasts, but pushing her arms nervously into them from the sides, pushing them out eve more.
The judge stood, Katie took a step back in fear, he still looked angry, standing with his face in hers, each word bringing his spit into Katie's face "YOU MUST PAY ATTENTION GIRL, NOW PICK IT UP", Katie bent, the judge still standing so close to her that she almost rubbed against him as she bent at the knees, her head level with his crotch as she picked her bra up from the floor. she could smell the mustiness of his crotch. Katie quickly stood again holding the bra.
Slightly more quietly, but still filled with anger, now the judge continued "fold it, and hand it to your lawyer". The tension in the room was becoming unbearable for Katie who was still trying hard to stop herself from giving them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
Katie folded the bra at the centre between the cups and walked around the judge to hand it to her lawyer, who this time had a fantastic view of her two swaying globes from his seat as the girl bent down to hand him her bra.
"Back here now" the judge ordered, forcing Katie to return to the spot right in front of him. His dirty hands rising to have their first fondle of the girl's heaving breasts.
He began by slowly cupping the breasts from below, they were freezing he thought, this must be very uncomfortable for her. They felt cold, but so, so soft, he'd not felt a pair of breasts this soft for as long as he could remember he thought, very firm, no sag at all despite their size, but so smooth and soft to touch.
The dirty old judge moved his hands up, around, over her nipples as he spoke, again right in the girl's face, "do you resent me touching your breasts young lady?" he asked.
Of course she did thought Katie, she hated it, she just wanted to run away, but she knew what he wanted to hear "n.no sir", "And why is that girl?" he asked as his hands continued to roam over the perfect spheres hanging down before him.
"because" Katie began, looking into his dirty, wrinkled eyes as she felt his dirty hands playing with her bare breasts, "b.because i'm just a woman sir", "And?" he asked, "a.and you're a superior man" the nervous girl answered.
"Good" he said, continuing to play with the hanging bare young breasts.
Stepping one step backwards, after a good look at the quivering bare breasts before him, the judge spoke again "Did you do as you were told with your pussy?".
Katie hated hearing it called this, it sounded dirty, wrong for a man to be talking about her most private part with such a vile word. Katie nodded timidly, very embarrassed, "y.yes, sir".
"Get the knickers down then girl" he ordered, his eyes now fixed on the black knickers, not wanting to miss a second of the unveiling.
Katie's hands moved the short distance to the waistband of her knickers, her last stitch of clothing, slowly she eased them down, past her totally bare private parts.
Feeling the cold first on her bottom and then her upper thighs.
"Step out of them" he ordered as they were halfway down her trembling legs, Katie did as told, and her lawyer held out his hand, katie was mortified at handing her knickers over as she stood totally naked before these men, her heels making a clicking sound as her feet met the hard concrete ground again and her breasts wobbling from side to side as she returned to her original position.
After a few seconds the judge returned to stand right in-front of the quivering girl.
She looked so tall and slim he thought, from her feet perched precariously on 5 inch heels, her shaking bare bare legs pressed tightly together revealing only the top of her totally shaven vagina, her flat stomach to the shadow of her heaving breasts, to the curve of the breasts, the nipple and her petrified, almost begging, face.
"Hands on your head please" he ordered, and Katie slowly complied, raising them up, felling even more exposed than ever as the judge's hand made it's way between her legs.
Initially the old pervert ran his index finger over the top of the slit of the girl's totally naked pussy, he enjoying the sensation, her tightly holding her legs together praying he would stop where he was.
"Spread your legs girl" the judge ordered, his voice turning into a perverted lustful tone as he tried to keep himself composed, Katie did as told and her lawyer moved his chair to get a better view, causing a screech of metal on concrete on the floor. Katie felt so shamed and exposed as her legs spread allowing the old man to run his finger across the full width of her pussy.
"Good, good" he said, "well shaved". "Do you normally have a bare pussy?" he asked, his face in hers, his dirty breath, "n.no sir, n.never" replied Katie, feeling totally ashamed, really hoping he'd stop soon and let her put her knickers back on.
"A shaved pussy is essential for an inspection of a girl's person, especially one like you" he said looking the frightened girl in the eyes, "one who I have to decide the future of, a future that may include sexual slavery". Katie was mortified at hearing these words, being reminded of all the horrible things her boss wanted to do with her while this old pervert worked his finger past her vagina lips and into her most private part.
"Auuu" Katie screeched as his rough finger, with long nail, was forced into her sensitive, private hole, he breasts bouncing as she jumped, "relax girl, relax" he said, trying to get his finger in further, "you're very dry", "very dry indeed" he calmly said as he tried harder to force his finger in.
Katie was beginning to sob, her ample chest rising and falling as she breathed deeper with each cry, as the finger below worked its way in roughly.
"That's it Katie, allow me to inspect you", then with a sudden push he forced a second finger in, pushing them both roughly up between the girl's quivering legs, "Now my girl" he said firmly, staring her straight in the eyes, "I have a choice to make, your court case is on Friday, today is monday, I could let you go and see you then, or, if I'm feeling particularly crewel" he said jabbing further into the dry pussy, "or if you fail to demonstrate that you are indeed an obedient young woman, who respects men, I would bound you over to the women's prison, to really test your ability to obey, it's your choice" pulling his fingers out in one fast move, causing katie to bend at the knees with the force.
"STAND UP STRAIGHT" he barked at the petrified girl, enjoying the complete power he had over this gorgeous creature as he returned to run a finger gently over her exposed pussy while the other hand ran over her dangling breasts like a TSA inspector checking for contraband.
"so, what is it to be Katie, are you going to show me some obedience? Show me that you can be a good girl?"
Katie had an idea of what he wanted, he was asking her to have sex with him in return for being allowed to go home, she hoped she was wrong, nodding through her tears, "y.yes sir" she replied.
"Good", without any delay he stood back and ordered "Stand against the desk, hold onto the end, legs spread" he quickly ordered, and Katie quickly but nervously clip-clopped in her heels over to where he pointed, her breasts swaying rudely from side to side as she did.
Thank you Mick, we won't be needing you any more the judge said to the solicitor dismissing him, Katie looking over her shoulder to see him look disappointed, leave the room and the door shut, she never thought she's be sorry to see him go so much, but now it was just her and the judge in this freezing cold room.
She must have looked such a sight she thought, bent slightly slightly over this metal table, her legs straight, completely naked except for stripper shoes, her bare breasts swaying before her as she nervously looked at the old man behind her undoing his belt and pulling down his trousers to reveal his dirty white y-fronts.
She felt the judge behind her and looked around to see him with a tube of something. He poured the clear liquid out onto his hand.
The next thing Katie felt was his hand and the cold liquid between her legs causing her to jump and yelp out.
"Calm girl, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"
"y.yes sir" Katie replied, "well you're going to have to bend your knees a bit in those heels girl".
Katie very slowly and very nervously complied, holding onto the table as she bent her knees, holding her legs closely together, she looked so cute the old man thought, he felt like cuming straight away.
as she felt his hard prick rub against her cold, trembling ass cheek before running to the centre before entering her lubricated pussy between her spread bare legs.
The old man took hold of the girl by the hips and worked his way in and out, feeling her young soft flesh against his hairy wrinkled hips, her pussy felt so warm and cosy, it was amazing he thought,
For Katie it was horrible, the judge was clearly very big and it hurt as he banged her, every time she wobbled in her shoes or moved a bit his slapped her bare bottom hard telling her to stay still.
Eventually, while pulling her whole body back by holding her breasts he came, filling her pussy with cum and her ears with his loud groan.
He pulled away and Katie fell backwards, losing her balance in her high heels, falling into what he saw as a sexy naked pile on the floor.
He wiped off his cock and pulled up his trousers, realising he was still breathing heavily, and so was the girl on the floor.
"Stand up and get your knickers back on" he eventually ordered without any compassion after spending a few seconds watching the girl on the floor and getting his breath back.
Katie rose to her feet by pushing herself to her knees with her hands, and then struggling to stand with the heels, feeling the old judge's cum running between her legs, eventually managing to straighten up and walked over to the chair with her clothes, her breasts swaying as before, but this time appearing differently to him for some reason, knowing he'd 'had her', and to her with the shame of knowing that she'd allowed him.
Taking her knickers from the top and stopping into them, the judge's cum now streaming down her legs, not wanting to argue, just wanting to go home she pulled up the knickers over her cum soaked pussy.
Looking shyly over to the old man she stood nervously in her knickers, waiting for his next order.
"guard" he shouted in the direction of the door, followed by the door opening and the guard stepping in, looking around the room at the half naked girl standing to the side of the judge, enjoying the sighs as she wasn't sure whether to cover herself or not.
"ok, dress girl" the judge sneered at Katie.
"Please will you show my guest out" the judge asked the guard, who nodded as the judge walked out of the room past him.
Katie, reached for her bra and put it on, getting the rest of her clothes on as quickly as possible under the watchful eye of the guard.
Once dressed, Katie headed for the door, stumbling slightly in the heels in her rush to get out, the guard took her arm roughly and lead her out, back up the stairs and out into the open air at the front of the courthouse, leaving her standing there alone.
Katie was surprised to see that it was now night time as she walked down the courthouse steps to join the last of the commuters heading home, her bare legs feeling the bitter cold as she walked to and waited at the bus stop.
Once back home her shaking hand reached for her key and opened the door to her shared house. She could hear her housemates were all sitting in the living room, all laughing and chatting. Katie hurried up the stairs to her room, shutting the room and sitting down on the bed, her head in her hands, sobbing as she thought back about the night she had had and what was still to come.
To be continued…
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THE LAWYER'S OFFICE
Katie stood in the office of the man who calls himself her lawyer in her heels and underwear waiting in silence while this lecherous man, who had to be thirty years her senior, stood before her, his eyes roaming her quivering body as she nervously cast her eyes down, her arms awkwardly at her sides.
Silently sipping in her full breasts, curved hips and legs and working his way back up to the shaking young woman's long blonde hair.
Katie just wanted to scream at him, put her clothes back on and run out. Over and over in her mind went the anger and frustration, mixed with fear, that she was in this situation, that this was allowed to happen.
The new laws that allowed certain men to accuse unmarried women on their staff of 'disobedience' and 'disrespect' had not been tested more than once since they were introduced quietly over 2 years ago. The first young lady to be accused had been allowed to go free after 'co-operating' with her defence lawyer and the judge, now Katie was standing here having what they called 'an inspection' from the man who had been appointed, without free choice, to be her defence lawyer.
Katie knew better than to refuse this man's requests. The price of a guilty verdict was a life as her boss's slave.
After what seemed like ages to Katie, but was probably little more than a few minutes, the man spoke.
"Good, good", he confidently said in a calm tone, as if they had all the time in the world. Not reassuring to a 26 year old woman forced to stand in her underwear, shivering, who just wants to be allowed to get dressed.
"I would have preferred you to have removed your blouse and skirt with a little less protest, but now we have you like this I'm pleased with what I see".
Katie bit onto her lower lip resisting the urge to burst into tears at his words, the situation.
"Ok girl", he continued, just as calmly, "so you understand what today is about." "We will shortly move into the next room where we will have a, how shall I put this, a discussion, yes, a discussion." "In the room, as you will have been informed will be your accuser, Mr Harris, the judge who will be hearing your case, someone I know very well, a Mr Runtting, and deciding your fate, and my secretary who will make notes. I will also be present obviously".
"The aim of our discussion is not for you to plead your innocence, or even for us to discuss the charges that have got you here, but to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should you be found guilty in court".
His eyes on the girl's now heaving bra clad breasts.
"Is that clear girl?"
Katie took a deep breath and nodded silently.
After a brief pause the man calmly instructed Katie that it was not acceptable either when they were alone or in the other room to answer a question without explicitly saying "yes Sir", asking if that was clear to which Katie replied with a "yes sir", the humiliation at having to respond like this, to a man who addressed her by her first name, clearly audible in her voice.
The man reached out to take Katie's bare arm, causing her to flinch away in surprise. She looked back nervously at the man who was slightly taken aback by her reaction, and the pleasant wobble of the petrified woman's bra.
"I am going to lead you by the arm into the next room, is that clear Katie?" he said in a condescending tone.
Katie nodded nervously and this time did not protest as he took her bare arm, gently but humiliatingly, leading her out of his office. It was only for a brief few seconds but Katie felt very aware of her attire as they passed into the small corridor and waited for the door to the next room to be opened.
THE INTERVIEW
Despite being told what to expect, Katie was not prepared for the sense of shame she felt being walked into the small room where she saw her boss staring at her in her underwear. Katie could see that the whole process was designed to make her feel inferior as the three men sat in their suits and the older woman, she assumed was the secretary sat fully clothed in her long dress.
Nothing was said by any of the men initially and her lawyer took up a seat. There was no desk in the small room and the three men sat on chairs forming a semicircle around where Katie stood. It took Katie some time to realise that there was no chair for her, and this was the way it was going to be.
"I think we'll have your hands up on your head please Katie" her lawyer calmly announced, Katie watched with anger a smile forming on her boss's face at this instruction clearly designed to humiliate her even further.
Katie looked at the third man, the judge, hoping for some escape but quickly realised she was expected to comply.
Katie raised her arms up to her head, placing them palms down on top, she must have looked like some kind of hooker she thought, standing there in her underwear and her hands on her head.
Her lawyer once again stood, standing in-front of the quivering girl who was trying very hard to stay composed, not wanting to give any of these men the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"As I have already explained to you girl" he began, looking her straight in her eyes "the aim of this session is simply to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should it be decided that the best way to ensure that you are an obedient woman going forward if to hand that responsibility over to Mr Harris, essentially to make you his property"
Katie surprised herself, and the others in the room by how quickly she cracked, letting out a whimper as tears began to stream down the girl's face. It was the humiliating words "obedient woman" and talk of dirty old Mr Harris being allowed to "make her is property" that did it.
The men continued to look at the girl, not showing the obvious excitement they felt at seeing this young girl presented to them like this.
"You are expected to stand here, with your hands on your head, and listen." "We may from time to time ask you a question, but unless we explicitly do as you a question, you will not be invited to interject." "Is this completely clear Katie?".
Katie nodded, still crying, and quietly responded with a timid "yes sir".
"Girl there are 4 other people in this room, I will need you to be speaking louder than this, please try again".
"yes sir", she forced herself to say again, this time slightly louder.
"Good", and with that he returned to his seat, taking up his position again ogling the young lady before him.
Mt Rutting, the judge, began to speak, his eyes fixed on Katie's body, despite his question being directed at the young woman's boss, Mr Harris.
"Mr Harris, what do you believe is required to keen a girl that the state rules is disobedient, obedient?, to be more precise, if I ruled that this young lady before us was to become your property, your slave essentially, what would you do with her, and how do you propose to keep her in line?"
"Well, a good first question", Mr Harris responded, briefly turning to glance at the judge but his eyes quickly returning to the legs of the half-naked girl before him.
"I believe that a woman in servitude must be taught to know her place. That means regular discipline and punishment sessions"
"And how would you propose to 'discipline' this young lady should you be made responsible for her?" the judge interjected.
"Well", responded the girl's boss, "I've always believed that the cane is the best instrument we have for daily use on a slave. Too harsh, if used properly, for a free citizen, but for a female in bounded servitude it is perfect". "This girl would receive two sessions with the cane a day to remind her of her place, with other punishments issued as and when required by her behaviour".
Katie's silent tears turned so a controlled sob as she stood and listened to this man calmly explaining how he would cane her daily, with the other two men nodding as if it were perfectly acceptable, for him to do it, to her, her, it was her they were discussing, her body, her freedom.
"Katie would continue to work in my office, although under very different terms obviously", the two other men each raised a wry grin each, "I would select the girl's clothing, and it would be designed to remind her of her place, of her status as a slave", "She and others in the office would obviously be quite aware that whenever she was summoned into my office and the door was shut it would be to receive a punishment or to serve me, privately"
"My office isn't soundproof, and I wouldn't intend to make it so, the humiliation of her colleagues hearing these, sessions, would simply enhance her education. I firmly believe humiliation forms a very important aspect of discipline I believe".
The judge nodded thoughtfully before asking "And would you ever punish this girl publicly, in your office?"
"Yes, I think so, but it may be back of the legs, that sort of thing, I doubt I'd ever strip her completely naked in the office for a punishment unless she had been very bad. Not our of any compassion for her dignity you understand" he said eyeing the quivering girl's body up and down. "I prefer the girl to know that the severe discipline happens in private, where it's just her and me. Of course I'm sure some of her colleagues will be invited in to observe from time to time".
"And you girl" the judge asked, looking at Katie's tear covered face for one of the first times during the session, "how do you feel about being caned by a master?".
Katie had no idea about how to answer such a disgusting question, she knew she didn't want it, but what answer did the judge want, "i.i." she nervously began, "i.i don't think I'd like it sir".
Her lawyer laughed out loud in one short burst, a grin formed on the judges face and taking his lead, on her boss's face too, "no, i bet you wouldn't" the judge said through his grim, his eyes returning to her body from her face.
This session went on for another 40 minutes, with Mr Harris explaining how he would treat the girl at home, how she would be expected to serve him sexually, how she could expect to be beaten regularly, all the time with Katie shivering and sobbing before them.
"Ok, thank you very much for coming to visit us today Mr Harris" said the judge rising from his seat - What about me thought Katie, I came too, and I'm the one standing half naked being talked about as if I wasn't there.
Katie's lawyer shook both the other two men's hands and lead them out of the office, turning to say to his secretary "could you take the girl back into my office please, I wish to talk to her", "keep your attire as it is girl" he firmly ordered walking out talking to the other men as the door shut behind him.
Katie looked through her tears to the woman before her who was beginning to pack up her folders and place them on a shelf at the side of the room. The woman looked at the half naked girl with some compassion, but coldly said, "if you'll follow me".
Katie lowered her arms and followed the woman, who left her back in the next office, again standing nervously with her arms at her sides waiting for the old man who was supposed to be helping her, but seemed to be on their side, to return.
ALONE AGAIN
After what again felt like ages standing there in the cold office, wanting to take the weight of her heeled feet and wanting more than anything to put some clothes on, the office door opened and in walked the lawyer.
He initially didn't even acknowledge the trembling young woman, but after placing his folders on his desk he resumed his position in-front of Katie, his face close enough to hers to allow her to feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke.
"Good", "I think you should now understand what the price of a guilty verdict would be for you, don't you girl?"
"yes sir" Katie timidly responded, casting her eyes down in shame at the situation and the though of the horrible things her boss had vowed to do to her should she be found guilty.
"I'm happy to hear that. And you're also aware that I am your only chance of being found innocent? As a woman on a disobedience charge it's me or no defence at all".
Katie already knew this, but as she flinched as his hand rose to gently stroke her right arm she also knew that this dirty old man who had made her strip to her underwear was going to want more than the money she was required to pay him for his assistance.
The old man took a step back to admire the full specimen before him, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have control over this young woman who so far had already complied with all of his orders.
Her knickers looked so slutty, the hair of her young pussy could clearly be made out through the thin fabric, she'd had no idea she would be forced to reveal them when she dressed this morning and she seriously regretted the choice now. He loved the idea that, despite her knowing what she had under her skirt, his power had forced her to reveal them to him, and also that she knew well enough not to try and cover them now.
His eyes roamed back up to her eyes, and Katie slowly looked up to meet his glaze before darting her eyes nervously back down.
"If I am to believe that you are a good female citizen, a girl who respects men, her superiors, then I need to see your complete obedience" he calmly continued, Katie's eyes still nervously down, focusing on the fabric of his trousers and his shoes, as she saw her long legs wobbling in her own.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you please girl" he ordered. Despite the please, Katie knew it was an order and that this man who was supposed to protect her was exerting complete control over her as she quickly moved her eyes up to meet his.
He started into the girl's, not crying but still tear stained, eyes enjoying the look of fear and embarrassment in them while she saw back at his lecherous and stern wrinkled face.
His hand slipped down to run gently along Katie's knicker clad bottom, causing her whole body to visibly shudder, but she didn't dare move from the spot where she stood, or to remove her eyes from his as they both remained fixed staring into each other's eyes.
"Your trial will be soon, probably as soon as next week, and we have much to do in that time to prove your innocence".
"As I believe you are already aware, given that the charges against you will possibly result in sexual slavery, it is necessary for the judge to fully inspect your body to ascertain your value."
Katie hated how much he was enjoying telling her these things, his hand still resting on her pert right bottom cheek as he did. A wave of humiliation flowed over her as he mentioned the inspection and Katie's eyes looked down in shame.
"EYES.UP.LOOKING.AT.ME.WHILE.I'M.SPEAKING" he firmly said, not shouting, almost spitting each word into her face, Katie felt like a little girl back at school with a teacher, she obeyed looking back into his nasty face, all too aware of his hand still roaming over her right buttock and upper thigh as he spoke.
"Please try not to disobey me girl, or this is going to be very difficult", "y.yes sir" she timidly whispered, hating herself for saying it, 'Disobey' she thought, this man was supposed to be helping her, she hated herself for being so submissive, but she felt she had no choice, she didn't want to be made her boss's slave, being 'punished' by him at work in-front of her colleagues, 'serving' him at home, and being paraded around the city by him. She just needed to get the next few weeks over and maybe she'd be ok.
"I'm sure you understand that it will help me to defend you if I'm completely sure that you are an obedient girl, one who knows how to serve the men in a superior situation to her?", Katie didn't reply and he didn't push her, his hand now roaming from her bottom cheek, over the top of her thigh, towards the front of her right thigh as he continued, "do you believe that you should be respecting me as one of your superiors?" he asked.
No she thought, I'm paying you for a service, but she knew it wasn't like that, she heard herself nervously responding once again with "y.yes sir". "Good Katie," his hand running up and down the top of her right thing getting dangerously close to her knickers, but not quite touching, Katie wondered to herself what she would do if he tried to touch her there, would she jump away, slap him, what price would she pay if she did, she'd surely lose her case, but the thought of this dirty old man getting his hands on her most private parts made her feel sick, angry, he head was becoming a mess with fear as fresh tears began to run down her cheeks, his hand continued on her thigh, still not reaching her thin knickers.
"I think you and i should spend some time together away from the office, to allow us to, discuss, what obedience to men means", "would that be acceptable to you?" he asked, his face stern and firm, Katie knew she had little choice, but really hoped he did just mean discuss, she nodded and after remembering added "yes sir" in an almost broken voice.
The lecherous man continued to invade the girl's space for a few more seconds, his hand enjoying it's journey back across her upper right thigh to her right hand bottom cheek and away. "You may get dressed now, my secretary will be in touch about our next meeting" he said, his eyes roaming down to stare into her ample bra-covered breasts.
Katie took a step backwards, her bare legs quivering, and walked over to the chair at the side of the room where her clothes had been draped.
He stood enjoying the show as the young girl first picked up her skirt, and bent forward giving him an eye full of the top of her hanging breasts as she stepped into and pulled the skirt up her long legs.
Next she picked up the while blouse and put that on too, her fingers shaking with humiliation as the old man's eyes remained fixed on her, his eyes momentarily roaming down to her tight bottom in her tight skirt.
Katie bent to pick up her small handbag and turned in her high heels to open the door, "thank you Katie" the man grinned, eyeing her up like a complete pervert, the sort that Katie would sometimes see look at her on the bus, Katie replied "thank you", not sure what else to say, feeling tiny despite the height advantage the heels gave her as she opened the door and walked out of the office, a wave of shame running over her as she passed through the waiting room, seeing her lawyer's secretary look up at her from her desk.
THE MEETINGS
It has been 5 days since Katie's meeting with her lawyer and she'd heard no more about the trial or the meetings that had been mentioned.
Work had been unbearable, Mr Harris had kept his distance, which was a relief to Katie, but she was also sure by the way he was perving over her body out of the corner of his eye whenever they passed each other that he was thinking of all the things he would like to do to her, it made Katie shiver at the thought of this and the experience with the lawyer lead to Katie regularly being found in tears at work. The other colleagues just seemed to ignore her when this happened, not wanting to get involved, but clearly talking about her behind her back and some of them clearly enjoying the situation.
She was sure to keep her dress modest, trousers and long sleeves only, and no heels, she didn't want to give Mr Harris or any other man the satisfaction.
It was the following Monday morning when she received the letter from her lawyer's office. It very matter-of-fact announced that she was requested to attend an 'inspection' with the judge that Thursday evening in the law court building in the city centre. it said that as this was an inspection of her person, 'designed to ascertain her worth as a slave with sexual duties', she was required to dress appropriately: high heeled shoes with a heel no shorter than 4 inches, skirt no longer than 2 inches above the knee which must be 'body tight' and an halter top. Underwear was optional it said, but no tights.
Katie's first reaction upon reading this dress-list was to shudder, the perverts she thought as tears began to form in her eyes and she let out a sob causing others in the office to turn and look at her before turning back to their work. "Are you ok?" asked Kerri, the girl at the next desk with genuine compassion, Katie just nodded silently, but it was clear she was not.
Katie saw through her tear filled yes the last line of the letter she had missed before, "Vagina must be completely shaven, so as to allow inspection", no, she thought, no, please, they're not going to make me strip completely are they? it's just not fair, it's not right, she sniffed and quickly packed the letter into her handbag, not wanting anyone to get a glimpse of the letter.
Katie tried to not think about that letter or her impending 'inspection' that evening, which wasn't easy and didn't really work giving her a fairly sleepless night. The following evening she had to think about it.
Katie had a skirt and top that she thought met the requirements of the dress code in the letter, however she had no shoes with a heel anything like as high as 4 inches. She felt sick in her chest as she walked into the shopping mall thinking about which shops would sell such a heel. Most of the normal shoe shops were not going to stock what Katie though of as a prostitute's shoe she thought so she walked into ann summers. They had some that were about 2 inches tall, and only one pair that were 5 inches.
Katie asked the assistant if they had any 4 inch heel shoes and she was told no. She couldn't think of anywhere else in the small mall that would sell such heels so asked the assistant if she could try on the 5 inch ones.
The assistant brought back the pair of shoes and Katie just wanted to cry at the thought of wearing them for those men. They were shiny black, with a red outline and a lace that tied up around the ancle. Katie sat down to try them on, holding them in her hands as a tear rolled down her cheek.
They fitted but Katie found it very hard to keep her balance, she'd never worn shoes so high, she caught a glimpse of her feet in a mirror, she looked like a pole dancer.
She took them off and took them to the till. 'That'll be 49 please' said the assistant, Katie reluctantly handed over her card, so angry at having to pay 49 for some shoes just to make these dirty men get off at her body.
Katie left the shop and went straight home, knowing that tomorrow could be one of the most scary and humiliating days of her life.
PREPARING FOR INSPECTION DAY
Katie woke up, enjoying the few seconds of peace before remembering reality, then she really didn't feel like getting out of bed.
Taking a deep breath the young woman eased her long legs out to the side of the bed, siting on the edge of the bed in her pyjamas and rubbing her eyes, her mind filled with dread.
Katie stood up and sighed a big sigh before thinking about what she was going to wear. She quickly decided that she wasn't going to give Mr Harris the satisfaction of seeing her in the clothes the letter from the solicitor had ordered and so she took out some trousers, flat shoes and shirt that had become her staple since her boss had decided to accuse her of 'disobedience'.
Then Katie's mind turned to the instruction in the letter about her vagina, she really didn't want to have to shave it, completely bare, but knew she had no choice.
Katie slipped on her dressing gown and walked out of her room into the corridor, hoping that none of her housemates were up yet, she couldn't face having to talk to any of them.
Once in the bathroom Katie locked the door behind her, sitting on the edge of the bath the young woman opened her dressing gown, revealing her naked front, looking down at the can of shaving foam and razor in her hand, and her not-for-long hairy pussy she burst into tears at the though of what she was required to do.
Eventually seeing the time and realising she needed to be at work soon Katie took a deep breath and, after positioning the can's nozzle between her now spread legs, pressed down on the can to cover her private hair with foam.
Still sobbing to herself Katie spread the cream with her fingers and with the razor in her right hand began to scrape it through the foam.
Initially she didn't dare to cut too close and as foam and cream dropped into the bath tub beneath her she realised she needed to spray another coat of cream before doing another pass.
"I can't believe I'm doing this for those bastards" she thought, her head a mess with crying, fear and anger as she went for the second attack at her pubic hair. After several rounds, and a very nerve-racking touch-up to remove the last few stragglers Katie was done.
Turning the shower on to clear way the mess she had made in the bath she stood in the bath and showered herself for the day, washing away the cream and hair from between her legs, she looked so bare down there she thought, it was horrible, and all so those dirty old men could look at her, completely bare.
Starting to hurry now, not wanting to get in trouble for being late, Katie quickly dried herself and put her dressing gown back on.
Back in her bedroom she was very careful to put on her least skimpy underwear, these were black cotton knickers and an un-matching white cotton bra.
Staring at herself in the mirror Katie looked down at her breasts which still spilled out of this bra, not as much as they would with some of her other bras, but they were big, it was hard to contain them completely. Katie knew that she would find herself standing like this later today in-front of that horrible old judge and solicitor.
Katie took her big cotton bag and packed into it her tight skirt, sleeveless halter top and the horrifically high heels she bought last night and left for what was likely to be another long day at the office.
THE WAIT
It was another day where Katie found it hard to concentrate at work, but she made it through the day, and as 6pm approached her heart began to sink even lower at the thought of going into the toilets and changing into those clothes. Nobody in the office knew about her inspection and she wanted to keep it that way.
Katie needed to present herself at the courthouse at 7pm, and as it was only half an hour away she figured she would wait until 6.30 and change then. Even then she planned to leave the shoes, the most embarrassing part of the clothing until she got to the courthouse.
It was half past five and the office was still full as Katie looked up from her computer to see Sam, the receptionist walking over with two rough looking men in suits.
"Here's Katie" Sam said, pointing over, a cheeky grin on her face as she looked at Katie and said "you have some guests Katie", causing all of the heads in the office to turn to see what was going on.
"Katie Simmons?" the first of the men asked firmly, "yes" Katie replied meekly.
"Stand up please", despite not knowing who these men were Katie did as told, fearing the consequences, looking around nervously hoping nobody was watching, but seeing everyone was.
"Court bailiff" the man announced, looking the nervous girl up and down and checking a piece of paper in his hand.
"Why aren't you wearing what you were told?" he demanded in a rough accent with almost a sneer, taking the opportunity to eye the girl up once more. Even though she was dressed conservatively, he could still tell she had a good body, and a big pair of breasts.
Katie's face filled with red as embarrassment took over "i.i, i.it's not until 7 o'clock, i.i was going to change before", looking around again, conscious at everyone listening to her as she stood there.
"You inspection starts at 7, but we're taking you now, didn't your lawyer tell you?" he responded.
trying to whisper in the fruitless hope that nobody would hear, "n.no, it just said 7 in the letter"
"show me" demanded the man, not cracking a smile at any point.
Katie bent down to pick up her handbag, rummaging through it before taking out an envelope, looking around again before handing it over.
The man snatched it and read it while Katie continued to stand awkwardly at the other side of her desk.
After reading for what seemed like ages to Katie the man looked up, "Yeah, well it seems your lawyer's secretary missed a few details". "we're here to collect you, and the judge has changed the skirt requirement, wants to be able to see your legs properly, so wear this one" he says handing over a small black bag.
Katie takes it and bends to pick up the cotton bag with her other clothes, Katie takes both and begins to walk past the men to the women's bathroom.
"where are you going" the man demands, "to get changed" Katie replies.
"ok, be quick" the man says in a slightly slimy voice as he watches the young woman's tight bottom sway away.
before she reaches the bathroom door the man asks "did you shave?", Katie freezes, mortified with shame as she turns to quietly reply "yes". "Good" says the man, a smile on his face for the first time as he picks up a leaflet from a desk and casually runs his eyes over it.
The men stand and wait in the office in silence and people gradually begin to return to work as they wonder what Katie will look like when she returns, and exactly what an inspection at the court house is.
In the bathroom Katie first unbuttons her shirt and pulls the halter top over her bra, next she unbuttons and pulls down her trousers placing them in her cotton bag with the shirt.
She opens the black plastic bag the bailiff had given her and takes out the tiny skirt she has been ordered to wear.
Her first thought as she stands in her knickers and halter top alone in the bathroom is that she really doesn't went her colleagues to see her in this, it's black, really, really short, very tight and does up with a zip that runs down the centre. It's essentially one strip of short fabric with a zip.
Taking a deep breath katie wraps it around her waist over her knickers and pulling very hard against its tightness, manages to attach the two sides of the zip and pull it up. Fresh tears form in her eyes as she looks down at her bare legs under this dress.
Sticking with the original plan to change shoes at the courthouse Katie slips back into her flats, picks up the bag with her other clothes and her high heels and walks out back into the office.
The man tun to look at her, along with the rest of the office.
Katie looks down in shame, just wanting to get out of there.
The main bailiff stays on his spot where she left him, in-front of her desk, and beckons with his finger for her to walk over to him.
Katie does another look left and right seeing everyone looking at her and walks the short distance that to her feels a great distance with everyone's eyes on her breasts in her tight halter top and her bare legs in this ridiculous skirt.
She reaches the man who looks her up and down before saying in a serious voice "what about the shoes?"
"i.i was going to change when we get there, b.before i see him" she replies, very timidly, "Him?" asks the man sharply, making Katie spit it out "the judge".
The man eyes the quivering girl up and down, her legs are freezing in the middle of winter mildness that fills the office, despite the heating being on, it's not the weather for such clothes.
"No, put them on now. You won't have the use of your hands once we take you into custody"
Katie's eyes widened at these words, did this mean they were going to cuff her?, here in the office?
"Come on" the man starkly ordered.
Katie, bent down, bending both knees, desperate not to flash her knickers in this short skirt to anyone.
Opening her bag she took out the shoes, with their 5 inch heels they were quite a sight, even standing on their own.
There was a slight gasp from some of the office which Katie did her best to ignore, 'if I can just get through the next few days I should be free again' she thought as she struggled to keep her modesty while struggling into these tight, very high shoes.
Standing up, still clutching her clothes bag, she wobbled a bit on the heels, rising to her full height, now slightly higher than the Bailiffs, but feeling a lot smaller.
"Good" grinned the man, "Carl" he said, turning to the other man who instantly took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and watched towards Katie.
noo, thought Katie as she realised her fear was true, "hands out" the man ordered and Katie complied, not wanting to create any more of a scene than she already had. As her hands were cuffed she looked up to see her boss, the one who had got her into this position, leaning against his office door watching her shame.
Her mind was quickly distracted by the bailiff with the cuffs bending down to his knees, and taking out a second pair of cuffs, this time with a longer metal chain between the cuffs.
She felt the cold metal of one cuff clip around her right ankle, and then her left. Finally the man took another chain and attached the chain holding her ankles together to the small chain between her wrists.
"Move" said the first man firmly, pointing to the door as he snatched her bag off her and put it on her desk.
Katie was slightly overwhelmed by everything that was happening but followed his instruction obediently and began to walk towards the door, her chains clanking as she did, her ankle twisting every few steps as she got used to the high heels and the cuffs.
Once outside the reality of the freezing cold hit Katie's legs, arms and most embarrassingly nipples.
She was lead into the back of a prison van, with two wooden benches in the back.
The main bailiff sat in the back with her and the other got into the driving seat and pulled away.
Throughout the journey the bailiff in the back perved over Katie's body but didn't touch her, much to her relief.
AT THE COURTHOUSE
After the short journey, Katie was lead from the prison van, struggling down the step at the back, and into the light of the street before the courthouse. She thought to herself as passers by looked at the chained, scantily clad young woman that she must have looked like an arrested prostitute being lead into the building. She just wanted it all to end, she wanted her old life back.
Once inside she was lead to what the sign told her was the 'Processing desk'.
The main bailiff took Katie by the arm roughly and up to the reception of the desk. "Simmons for inspection with Judge Rutting" he announced.
The receptionist, a woman who must have been a few years older than katie, about 30 years old, looked the chained quivering girl up and down without pity and checked through her admissions list. looking a bit confused.
"Do you know where you're supposed to be meeting the judge?" she asked Katie. Katie had always assumed it was his office, she'd imagined an oak panelled room with carpet, something like that.
"i.i'm not sure, i thought it would be Mr Rutting's office" she responded.
"Ok, no, I've found it, that's happening in one of the basement interrogation cells, sorry" she said looking up at Katie before the word sorry with a half sympathetic half wry smile on her face, before turning to the bailiff, them both smiling the same way.
"wait over there" the receptionist said pointing to a row of wooden chairs. "Your lawyer isn't here yet".
Katie sat down and the bailiff sat next to her, she felt to exposed in this tiny skirt with all of these chains and the heels, sure to keep her knees pressed tightly together. Everyone walking in and out of the courthouse reception took a good look at the shivering girl.
As the clock neared 6.30 her lawyer arrived, first walking past her without noticing, up to the receptionist asking "have the bailiffs brought in Katie S.., oh, there she is" he said, with a wry smile, staring at Katie in her skimpy clothes, stripper heels and chains, he felt so turned on at the sight of her, he was going to enjoy this.
Not bothering to acknowledge or greet Katie, her 'lawyer' leant on the reception desk he turned to talk to both the receptionist and the bailiff sitting next to Katie at the same time, "Can we put her in a holding cell? I need to talk with the judge first".
The receptionist checked her papers and told the bailiff "cell 2, next to her interrogation call is free", the bailiff stood and turned to Katie, "on your feet".
Katie again struggled to her feet in the heels and chains, keen to keep her dignity, she was still technically a free, innocent, woman after all.
She followed the bailiff who lead her across the hall down the marble steps, past several security guards who all took a good look at Katie's assets, down until the marble steps turned to bare concrete, and the lights changed from pretty art deco to hanging light bulbs and strip lighting.
Eventually Katie was lead by a new guard into cell number 2. The guard told her firmly "You will wait here to be called. You will not sit, clear?", Katie nervously nodded, looking around the bare concrete room as the heavy iron door clanked shut behind the guard leaving the scantily lag girl standing in the freezing cold staring at the door, her wrists and ankles still in humiliating cuffs.
THE INSPECTION
After what seemed like a long wait the door to Katie's cell opened. Katie was surprised to see Mr Rutting, the judge walk in, along with her lawyer.
Both men clearly enjoyed having a good look at the quivering girl standing before them in the clothes they had ordered.
Neither man spoke to Katie and the judge turned to the guard at the door saying "Let's move her to the interrogation room then", taking a step to the side to make Katie's path to the door clear, and taking the opportunity to take his first look at the girl's tight bottom in the tight skirt.
The guard took Katie by the chain between her wrists and lead her, struggling in her heels, but trying hard to not give the men the satisfaction of seeing her fall, out of the cell and into the next room.
The next room wasn't much different to the holding cell, except there was a cold looking metal desk/table and two wooden chairs.
Katie longed to be able to cover up her cold legs and arms and to take the wight off her heeled feet, but knew there wasn't much chance of that happening any time soon as her lawyer took a seat and the judge followed leaving her standing.
"Remove the chains and then you may leave us" the judge calmly said to the guard who did as told, taking the opportunity to steal a look up the girl's skirt as he undid her ankle cuffs. "Leave the cuffs in the corner" the judge ordered him, he did so and left the room, closing the iron door behind him.
Katie looked at the pile of chains in the corner of the room, knowing that she didn't want them back on.
After drinking in her bare legs and sexy scantily clad body the judge looked to Katie's pretty face, she looked at him, his dirty, fat face ogling her.
"That's better, isn't it, getting rid of those chains?" he asked, Katie, remembering the rules with these people replied "yes sir".
"Good" he replied.
Although she had been dreading it for days, Katie was surprised by the speed at which the next requests came, "Ok, Remove your clothes", the judge said without an ounce of remorse or sympathy.
Katie looked at her lawyer and back to the judge. She so didn't want to have to strip for these dirty old men, these men who had so much power over her, who would decide is she would be allowed to stay free, or not.
Knowing she had no choice, Katie swallowed nervously and said the obligatory 'yes sir' before bending down, again bending both knees trying to preserve some modesty, her feet were starting to ache in the shoes and she reached for the right hand side buckle only to be stopped "not the shoes girl, we'll keep those on for now" he said.
"yes sir" Katie reluctantly said as she stood back up.
Next she went for the hem of her top, pulling it up over her head, her ample breasts bouncing in their white bra support as the top came up over the girl's head.
Katie stood clutching the top, feeling a fresh wave of cold air over her exposed stomach and tops of her breasts.
"Fold it and give it to your lawyer, then get on with removing the next article" the judge instructed.
Katie nodded and folded the top twice into a small square with the straps hanging down as she handed it to her lawyer, conscious at her breasts wobbling in their bra as she bent to hand it to him, and conscious at his eyes on them.
Katie returned to her position and her hand, shaking from fear and cold reached for the zip at the top of her tight skirt.
Slowly she pulled it down, and as it went her tight black cotton knickers came slowly into view, until she had passed them and was pulling exposing her upper thighs. The zip reached the end and Katie felt the skirt loosen and fall into a single strip of fabric in her hand.
Looking up at the men who were now seeing her, shaking, in her black knickers and white bra, not to forget the heels.
Katie folded the skirt too, handing this to her lawyer who placed it on top of her top on his lap, before returning to her position.
Katie looked first at her lawyer and then at the judge for it to stop here, "carry on girl, we'll have the bra on Mr Smith's lap next please".
"y.yes sir" Katie said, feeling totally helpless as she reached behind her back and after a few seconds of struggling with her cold, shaking hands undid the clasp, feeling the bra loosen around her chest, knowing she only had a few more seconds of privacy from these perverted old men.
Moving her hands forward Katie pushed the bra straps, first off her left shoulder and then the right, her breasts slowly coming into view, the bra fell down, Katie's shaking hands failed to catch it as it fell to the floor, she began to bend her knees to pick it up as the judge shouted "LEAVE IT", Katie jumped back up, looking at the judge, her arms at her sides, too scared to cover her exposed ample, natural, breasts, but pushing her arms nervously into them from the sides, pushing them out eve more.
The judge stood, Katie took a step back in fear, he still looked angry, standing with his face in hers, each word bringing his spit into Katie's face "YOU MUST PAY ATTENTION GIRL, NOW PICK IT UP", Katie bent, the judge still standing so close to her that she almost rubbed against him as she bent at the knees, her head level with his crotch as she picked her bra up from the floor. she could smell the mustiness of his crotch. Katie quickly stood again holding the bra.
Slightly more quietly, but still filled with anger, now the judge continued "fold it, and hand it to your lawyer". The tension in the room was becoming unbearable for Katie who was still trying hard to stop herself from giving them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
Katie folded the bra at the centre between the cups and walked around the judge to hand it to her lawyer, who this time had a fantastic view of her two swaying globes from his seat as the girl bent down to hand him her bra.
"Back here now" the judge ordered, forcing Katie to return to the spot right in front of him. His dirty hands rising to have their first fondle of the girl's heaving breasts.
He began by slowly cupping the breasts from below, they were freezing he thought, this must be very uncomfortable for her. They felt cold, but so, so soft, he'd not felt a pair of breasts this soft for as long as he could remember he thought, very firm, no sag at all despite their size, but so smooth and soft to touch.
The dirty old judge moved his hands up, around, over her nipples as he spoke, again right in the girl's face, "do you resent me touching your breasts young lady?" he asked.
Of course she did thought Katie, she hated it, she just wanted to run away, but she knew what he wanted to hear "n.no sir", "And why is that girl?" he asked as his hands continued to roam over the perfect spheres hanging down before him.
"because" Katie began, looking into his dirty, wrinkled eyes as she felt his dirty hands playing with her bare breasts, "b.because i'm just a woman sir", "And?" he asked, "a.and you're a superior man" the nervous girl answered.
"Good" he said, continuing to play with the hanging bare young breasts.
Stepping one step backwards, after a good look at the quivering bare breasts before him, the judge spoke again "Did you do as you were told with your pussy?".
Katie hated hearing it called this, it sounded dirty, wrong for a man to be talking about her most private part with such a vile word. Katie nodded timidly, very embarrassed, "y.yes, sir".
"Get the knickers down then girl" he ordered, his eyes now fixed on the black knickers, not wanting to miss a second of the unveiling.
Katie's hands moved the short distance to the waistband of her knickers, her last stitch of clothing, slowly she eased them down, past her totally bare private parts.
Feeling the cold first on her bottom and then her upper thighs.
"Step out of them" he ordered as they were halfway down her trembling legs, Katie did as told, and her lawyer held out his hand, katie was mortified at handing her knickers over as she stood totally naked before these men, her heels making a clicking sound as her feet met the hard concrete ground again and her breasts wobbling from side to side as she returned to her original position.
After a few seconds the judge returned to stand right in-front of the quivering girl.
She looked so tall and slim he thought, from her feet perched precariously on 5 inch heels, her shaking bare bare legs pressed tightly together revealing only the top of her totally shaven vagina, her flat stomach to the shadow of her heaving breasts, to the curve of the breasts, the nipple and her petrified, almost begging, face.
"Hands on your head please" he ordered, and Katie slowly complied, raising them up, felling even more exposed than ever as the judge's hand made it's way between her legs.
Initially the old pervert ran his index finger over the top of the slit of the girl's totally naked pussy, he enjoying the sensation, her tightly holding her legs together praying he would stop where he was.
"Spread your legs girl" the judge ordered, his voice turning into a perverted lustful tone as he tried to keep himself composed, Katie did as told and her lawyer moved his chair to get a better view, causing a screech of metal on concrete on the floor. Katie felt so shamed and exposed as her legs spread allowing the old man to run his finger across the full width of her pussy.
"Good, good" he said, "well shaved". "Do you normally have a bare pussy?" he asked, his face in hers, his dirty breath, "n.no sir, n.never" replied Katie, feeling totally ashamed, really hoping he'd stop soon and let her put her knickers back on.
"A shaved pussy is essential for an inspection of a girl's person, especially one like you" he said looking the frightened girl in the eyes, "one who I have to decide the future of, a future that may include sexual slavery". Katie was mortified at hearing these words, being reminded of all the horrible things her boss wanted to do with her while this old pervert worked his finger past her vagina lips and into her most private part.
"Auuu" Katie screeched as his rough finger, with long nail, was forced into her sensitive, private hole, he breasts bouncing as she jumped, "relax girl, relax" he said, trying to get his finger in further, "you're very dry", "very dry indeed" he calmly said as he tried harder to force his finger in.
Katie was beginning to sob, her ample chest rising and falling as she breathed deeper with each cry, as the finger below worked its way in roughly.
"That's it Katie, allow me to inspect you", then with a sudden push he forced a second finger in, pushing them both roughly up between the girl's quivering legs, "Now my girl" he said firmly, staring her straight in the eyes, "I have a choice to make, your court case is on Friday, today is monday, I could let you go and see you then, or, if I'm feeling particularly crewel" he said jabbing further into the dry pussy, "or if you fail to demonstrate that you are indeed an obedient young woman, who respects men, I would bound you over to the women's prison, to really test your ability to obey, it's your choice" pulling his fingers out in one fast move, causing katie to bend at the knees with the force.
"STAND UP STRAIGHT" he barked at the petrified girl, enjoying the complete power he had over this gorgeous creature as he returned to run a finger gently over her exposed pussy while the other hand ran over her dangling breasts like a TSA inspector checking for contraband.
"so, what is it to be Katie, are you going to show me some obedience? Show me that you can be a good girl?"
Katie had an idea of what he wanted, he was asking her to have sex with him in return for being allowed to go home, she hoped she was wrong, nodding through her tears, "y.yes sir" she replied.
"Good", without any delay he stood back and ordered "Stand against the desk, hold onto the end, legs spread" he quickly ordered, and Katie quickly but nervously clip-clopped in her heels over to where he pointed, her breasts swaying rudely from side to side as she did.
Thank you Mick, we won't be needing you any more the judge said to the solicitor dismissing him, Katie looking over her shoulder to see him look disappointed, leave the room and the door shut, she never thought she's be sorry to see him go so much, but now it was just her and the judge in this freezing cold room.
She must have looked such a sight she thought, bent slightly slightly over this metal table, her legs straight, completely naked except for stripper shoes, her bare breasts swaying before her as she nervously looked at the old man behind her undoing his belt and pulling down his trousers to reveal his dirty white y-fronts.
She felt the judge behind her and looked around to see him with a tube of something. He poured the clear liquid out onto his hand.
The next thing Katie felt was his hand and the cold liquid between her legs causing her to jump and yelp out.
"Calm girl, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"
"y.yes sir" Katie replied, "well you're going to have to bend your knees a bit in those heels girl".
Katie very slowly and very nervously complied, holding onto the table as she bent her knees, holding her legs closely together, she looked so cute the old man thought, he felt like cuming straight away.
as she felt his hard prick rub against her cold, trembling ass cheek before running to the centre before entering her lubricated pussy between her spread bare legs.
The old man took hold of the girl by the hips and worked his way in and out, feeling her young soft flesh against his hairy wrinkled hips, her pussy felt so warm and cosy, it was amazing he thought,
For Katie it was horrible, the judge was clearly very big and it hurt as he banged her, every time she wobbled in her shoes or moved a bit his slapped her bare bottom hard telling her to stay still.
Eventually, while pulling her whole body back by holding her breasts he came, filling her pussy with cum and her ears with his loud groan.
He pulled away and Katie fell backwards, losing her balance in her high heels, falling into what he saw as a sexy naked pile on the floor.
He wiped off his cock and pulled up his trousers, realising he was still breathing heavily, and so was the girl on the floor.
"Stand up and get your knickers back on" he eventually ordered without any compassion after spending a few seconds watching the girl on the floor and getting his breath back.
Katie rose to her feet by pushing herself to her knees with her hands, and then struggling to stand with the heels, feeling the old judge's cum running between her legs, eventually managing to straighten up and walked over to the chair with her clothes, her breasts swaying as before, but this time appearing differently to him for some reason, knowing he'd 'had her', and to her with the shame of knowing that she'd allowed him.
Taking her knickers from the top and stopping into them, the judge's cum now streaming down her legs, not wanting to argue, just wanting to go home she pulled up the knickers over her cum soaked pussy.
Looking shyly over to the old man she stood nervously in her knickers, waiting for his next order.
"guard" he shouted in the direction of the door, followed by the door opening and the guard stepping in, looking around the room at the half naked girl standing to the side of the judge, enjoying the sighs as she wasn't sure whether to cover herself or not.
"ok, dress girl" the judge sneered at Katie.
"Please will you show my guest out" the judge asked the guard, who nodded as the judge walked out of the room past him.
Katie, reached for her bra and put it on, getting the rest of her clothes on as quickly as possible under the watchful eye of the guard.
Once dressed, Katie headed for the door, stumbling slightly in the heels in her rush to get out, the guard took her arm roughly and lead her out, back up the stairs and out into the open air at the front of the courthouse, leaving her standing there alone.
Katie was surprised to see that it was now night time as she walked down the courthouse steps to join the last of the commuters heading home, her bare legs feeling the bitter cold as she walked to and waited at the bus stop.
Once back home her shaking hand reached for her key and opened the door to her shared house. She could hear her housemates were all sitting in the living room, all laughing and chatting. Katie hurried up the stairs to her room, shutting the room and sitting down on the bed, her head in her hands, sobbing as she thought back about the night she had had and what was still to come.
THE DAYS BEFORE THE TRIAL
Katie knew it would be embarrassing to return to work after the way she had left last night. She put on her work trousers and a shirt, trying her best to cover up and not give the office the pleasure of seeing her reveal herself again.
Walking into the office was as embarrassing as you can imagine, Katie was asked questions about her 'inspection' by some of the cheekier girls in the office but she tried to play it down, her boss made some comments like 'I'm sure his honour has a good look at her' with a big grin on his face.
At least she was free for a few more days, and hopefully forever after that if the legal system that Katie now knew to be totally corrupt didn't take it away from her.
That night the questioning from her housemates was just as excruciating, even if not quite as crewel as in the office, Katie felt that her housemates (2 girls and 1 guy) were enjoying her discomfort a bit, some more than others.
Katie went early to bed, crying herself to sleep for the second night running waking up for another day at the office the next morning.
It was around 11am when her mobile rang showing 'blocked number' on the screen. Katie moved away from her desk to a corridor and answered expecting some sales cold call or something at the other end.
"Katie?" the voice sending an instant shiver down her spine, 'y.yes' she nervously replied.
"Do you know why this is girl?" the voice demanded, 'yes, sir' she said, nervously looking around checking nobody could hear her speaking this way.
"I enjoyed our time together the night before last girl, your obedience at times could have been better but generally I was happy" the judge calmly said, a nervous Katie unsure of what to say next.
"I was thinking I would come and visit you tonight, let you show me your 'obedience' one last time before your time in my court tomorrow"
What? thought Katie, he wants to see me again? and what does he mean by 'come round', tears began to form in the girl's eyes.
'y.you want to meet m.me tonight sir?' she nervously asked, answering her own question 'w.where? s.sir'
"At your place of course". "I'll be there at 7pm girl, clear?"
Katie's mind was all over the place, he couldn't her housemates would be there, what if he wanted to do the sort of things he had done to her the night before? it was unbearable.
"CLEAR?" he demanded again.
'y.yes sir' Katie, defeated, responded.
"Good." He replied, hanging up the call.
AT THE HOUSE
Katie returned home from work at around 6.45, relieved that none of her housemates were back yet - remembering they were all planning to be out tonight, hoping the judge would be gone before they returned.
Katie ran up the stairs to her room and searched for more comfortable (but still no more revealing) clothes to wear, opting for her jeans and a quite thick jumper.
'what am I doing, what's going on with my life' she thought, feeling very sorry for herself as she stripped to her underwear and pulled on the jeans and jumper, and a pair of sneakers, hoping that this time she would be keeping her clothes on.
Before Katie had any more time to dwell on things the doorbell rang, he was here, 5 minutes early.
Katie walked downstairs and nervously opened the door.
There on the other side was the old pervert judge as Katie had remembered him, and next to him a young boy, who looked no longer than 16.
"You don't mind me bringing my son, do you Miss Simmons?"
Katie, shocked, shook her head nervously as she allowed them both to walk past her, both the judge and the boy staring disconcertingly at the bumps under Katie's jumper.
"We'll go in here" announced the judge marching past Katie and into the living room, his son stopping to eye Katie up as he followed.
Katie followed too, hoping very strongly that her housemates wouldn't come back while these two were here.
Katie began to sit down on her couch, "I think we'll have you standing, over here girl" the just ordered, pointing to a spot in the middle of the room, near a wall.
Katie couldn't believe she was being bossed around like this in her own home, but certainly didn't dare to argue.
From where katie stood she could see the front door, seeing the shapes of passers by walking past the frosted glass at the end of the corridor.
"I suppose you're wondering why we have come to visit you this evening?"
Katie nodded meekly, 'y.yes sir'.
"Well," he calmly began, as his son took a seat, his eyes moving down the girl's body as he did, "I kept thinking about your inspection session this week, and I felt you needed one more test of obedience"
"I've also been wondering how best to celebrate the 16th birthday of my son here", staring down at Katie's chest area under her sweater, "and I decided that now was the time for him to learn about my work, so he could follow in my footsteps on day"
Katie was very uncomfortable, it was as if he was treating her as a slave already, he came round with his son because he wanted to 'use' me. She stood there begging in her head for him not to make her strip again, especially in her shared home, where her housemates could walk in at any moment, and in front of this teenage boy.
"So," the jugs continued, his face carrying a totally serious expression, "I think we'll have you slip those clothes off please" he ordered.
'nooo, please no' thought Katy as tears began to well up in her eyes, silently she began pleading, her words almost inaudible, 'p.please sir, please, not here, please' she pleaded, looking to the front door knowing it could open at any moment
"Are you trying to disobey me girl?" the judge asked, not an ounce of compassion in his eyes. Katie shook her head, tears still in her eyes, 'n.no sir' she said, through tears. Bringing a humiliating smile to the boy's face while the judge kept his frosty expressions.
"GET ON WITH IT THEN" the judge shouted, making even his own son jump a bit.
Katie's trembling hands went for the bottom of her jumper, quickly pulling it over her head, bouncing her big bra-covered breasts into view, the grin on the boy's face growing larger, the judge remembering how much better things were to get.
Next Katie undid her jeans and pulled them off over her trainers, kicking the trainers off as she did.
Now standing with bare feet before the dirty old man who had fucked her the night before and a grinning adolescent boy in just her white cotton knickers and bra, she knew how to proceed.
Katie's hands reached behind the bra, undoing the back, feeling it loosen, and dropping it to the floor to lie on top of the other clothes.
The boy sat back, re-arranging the content of his trousers as his eyes remained fixated on the massive, perfect, quivering girls before him.
"Finish" the judge rudely ordered waking Katie from her frozen state and moving her fingers to the waistband of her knickers, pushing them down her long legs revealing her bare shaven pussy.
"hands behind you back girl" the judge ordered, Katie complied, feeling even more exposed as she did.
"Good, good" said the judge calmly as his hands roamed the girl's breasts, Katie knew where all this was going and didn't like it one bit.
"What are you planning to wear for me in my court tomorrow?" he calmly asked as his hands ran over the shivering girl's nipples, over and over again, embarrassing Katie as they hardened wit the touch.
"i.i'm not sure sir" Katie replied.
"well that's no good is it" he said, staring down at the breasts, appearing to be lost in their look and feel.
"Do you have any short dresses?" he asked.
"yes sir, 3 quite short dresses, sir" she answered.
"umm, " he responded, still staring and stroking the shaking breasts, "how short is the shortest?" he asked in his slowing, perverted voice
Katie moved her right hand from behind her back and used the side of it to show the length against her bare leg, indicating about 10 inches below her bare pussy.
"Go and get it" he ordered, Katie's eyes widening with fear, 'n.naked sir?' she nervously answered.
"yes". he simply replied, moving his hands away from her breasts to allow her to move away.
Katie nervously moved her other hand from behind her back and made her way, naked, towards the door, hurrying up to her room, shaking all over with fear that someone would come home she rummaged through her cupboard, her hard beating faster than ever under her bouncing bare breasts.
Dress in hand, Katie was quickly back down the stairs and in front of the waiting judge and his boy, resuming her position before the men.
Holding the dress between his two hands inspecting it, "hands back behind your back girl" the judge ordered, Katie complied.
He enjoyed seeing her standing there, her legs tightly together producing the perfect v shape at the top of her thighs where her naked pussy sat.
"Put it on" he ordered, holding out the dress.
Katie's arms came forward taking it and pulling it over her head.
She was right, it was short, very short, and quite thin, clearly showing her pert nipples pushing through the fabric.
"Perfect" her responded, "that, no underwear and the heels you had for your inspection", "clear?"
"y.yes sir" the girl defiantly responded, hoping that this meeting was nearly over.
"Ok, get it off again girl, we're not here for a fashion show"
Katie did as told and, standing naked before them again, saw and felt the judge's hands slowly roaming over her bare breasts.
Katie looked up at the clock in the room, every second that the second hand ticked forward was a second closer to one of her housemates returning and seeing her naked with an old man and a young boy in her lounge.
The judge removed his hands from her breasts and undid the zip and button of his trousers, his limp, large penis flopping out. Katie's heart began to race again, she was going to have to 'show him her obedience again'.
"On your knees girl" the judge ordered, Katie complied, knowing what to do as he held the top of his penis up to her lips.
Katie sucked and sucked, while tears ran and ran down her cheeks, until the old man was very hard and big. she almost could't believe that she had taken that between her legs earlier in the week.
Suddenly Katie noticed a fully erect, but much smaller second penis out of her left eye, it was that of the Judge's son.
Katie looked up to the old judge, looking for his guidance. He withdrew his penis from the girl's mouth and nodded approval for her to begin with the second.
The boy's tasted worse than the old man's, he can't have washed for days, Katie cried even harder as she thought of the degrading position she was in, sucking a young boy's penis, naked, in her own living room.
The boy came quickly, filling Katie's mouth with the most disgusting thing she'd ever tasted, causing her to cough and splutter, swallowing some by accident as she did, cum running down her chin, nervously catching some before it his the shared carpet. She looked such a sight kneeling on the floor, her legs together and her shaved pussy back in that sexy v-shape, her big breasts rudely hanging down, tears and cum down her face.
The judge walked behind Katie, pushing her bottom to signify he wanted her to lift her bottom up from her kneeling position. Still kneeling, bum in the air, he parted the girl's legs and entered the same comfy warm pussy he had been in a few days before.
Fucking the crying girl as she kneeled before him, trying, and failing, not to let any of the cum on her chime or hands touch the carpeted floor.
After about 15 minutes, the old man again groaned and Katie felt the usual goo being stop between her legs by the old man.
Pulling out and standing, fastening his trousers back up, "stand please girl" the judge ordered firmly.
Katie stood, still holding the boy's cum in her hand, and feeling the old man's cum between her legs, shocked and shaking all over. The old man picked up his coat as Katie heard a key turn in the front door and saw the door open up.
In stepped Sarah, the most 'bitchy' of her housemates. Sarah held two supermarket shopping bags and looked on to the naked Katie with open jaw.
Placing the dropping down and walking over the the living room. Sarah looked in, seeing the old man and boy putting on their coats and preparing to leave, the naked Katie, with what was clearly cum on her chin, hands, and beginning to run down her legs, Katie's pile of clothes on the floor near her feet - it wasn't hard for her to guess what had gone on here.
"Aren't you going to show us out?" the judge asked, a grin on his face and forming on the boy's.
Katie nodded, "what do you say when you get an order girl?" asked the judge, not moving anywhere, "y.yes sir" whispered Katie, bringing an even more shocked smile to housemate Sarah's face.
"That will do this time Katie" he responded, motioning with his hand for her to lead the way to the door.
Katie opened the door for the two men, trying to hide herself behind the door, taking one last look at the naked girl the judge's final words "until tomorrow then young lady" he said as they walked away.
Katie shut the door and ran upstairs, locking herself in the bathroom, sitting on the site of the bath and crying hysterically, looking down at the cum still all over her shaking hands.
To be continued…
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