A Legal Trap Ch. 01

She was too tired, but the realization of her true kink brought a shiver down her spine. "I want more. This can't be over now. Obviously there would be something riskier than the prosecutor's office. Yes," she thought as the next realization hit her.

"Sir, I'm your slut and I'm thankful that you considered me worthy enough to grant orgasms. But I would love to fuck you in one more place. Please, sir. Follow me. I promise this is the last one," she said and crawled out of prosecutor's office.

Her next destination was second floor. There were courtrooms on the second floor. What would be riskier than fucking him on the judge's bench in this building?

They fucked in the courtroom for another hour. It included, judge's bench, prosecutor's section, defense section and the jury box. She was at her peak arousal.

"Law is blind. Justice is blind. Fuck the law. Fuck the justice. Fuck the constitution. Nothing matters for me, sir. You are my law, justice and constitution sir. I will break any law for you in a heartbeat."

These were some of the words from her hour-long fuck session. She went bolder and more offensive by each passing minute. The thought of someone hearing these words and the consequences was too much of a turn-on to pass the chance.

He came twice inside her pussy and twice on her. Each time he would take a couple of minutes of break and continue fucking her. "He must be catching his breath," she thought during each break. Cathy lost the count of her own orgasms. It was too intense and too much fun for her. Finally, they were both done. It wasn't physically possible for them to do more.

She sat on her knees, panting. Trying her best to catch her breath and recover. Her physical stamina was like a pro-athlete, but it still was exhausting for her. Any normal woman would have passed out by now. Cathy would just need 15-20 minutes of recovery time to get up and drive back home.

Cathy felt something placed on her head. She resisted the urge to touch it. Then a soft fabric on her shoulder going diagonally across her. He helped by lifting her right arm and placing the fabric under it. Then she realized that it must be the crown and sash like she was Miss World. It made her feel accomplished and proud of herself.

"I'm really proud of your performance tonight. You exceeded all my expectations. Hence, I'm promoting you from my slut to my personal whore. What do you have to say about it?" she heard Liam's voice after hours and it made her feel good.

Under normal circumstances, she would have felt offended by his crude words but in current context it made her horny again.

"Thank you, sir. I'm so happy that you were pleased by my performance and absolute commitment towards you. I whole heartedly accept the new title you've given me. As your proud slut, I promise to never disappoint you as your personal WHORE. Thank you again, sir. To trust me with this new responsibility."

She said a lot of offensive words entire night. None of which were true. But these last few words, she said with utmost sincerity. In her mind, these were just titles he was using to humiliate her. She never thought he was being serious and meant each word, literally.

"Perfect. Now I want you to lay down and take a short nap to recover. I will leave you alone. Once you have enough strength, I want you to remove the earbuds and contacts. You can throw them in the trash. You have one last job before going back to your home. Go to each place we fucked and clean it. I don't want any evidence of our mischief found. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now sleep."

She took a deep breath and took a nice hour-long nap on the courtroom floor. The sash and crown were gone. "He must have taken it," she thought. It took her another couple of hours the clean every place and remove all traces of her deeds. All the items from desks were thrown on the floor the clear it, everywhere they fucked.

It was the most boring job she had to do. But it was necessary. She cleaned, dressed and made herself presentable to go back home. On her way back, she got a text from Liam.

Meet me at my place tomorrow evening at 6 sharp. Till then, take rest and sleep well.

An instant tingle of excitement ran down in her well used pussy. It would be difficult to sleep now.

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PART IV - Possession

Cathy parked her car outside Liam's apartment. She looked at her watch, it was 5:50, ten minutes before her designated time. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The excitement and a tingling sensation returned in her sore pussy. Physically, she needed some rest but mentally her pussy begged to be fucked hard.

She read the last text from Liam again. These things always worked the magic on her.

Once outside my door, strip everything. Close your eyes and open the door. It will be unlocked. Walk into my living room and sit on your knees with your legs spread wide, facing the couch. Do not open your eyes until you hear otherwise.

"How can I fall so fast from grace and lose all my dignity willingly? I'm always horny. Never thought about being fucked so much in my life before. What happened to me? Did he changed me or was I always like this? It's possible that he just awakened this deep desire lurking inside. But I'm addicted to it. I can't let it go. It's intoxicating and most likely ruin my life. Still, I can't stop myself. I must leave now," she thought.

Now in front of his door, she stripped everything including her watch and phone. Placed everything outside his door in a neat pile. She closed her eyes and took one last deep breath and walked inside.

There was absolute silence inside the room as she dropped on her knees with her hands locked behind her back. Nervously waited for her next command. Vulnerable and open for anyone sitting on the couch.

"Open your eyes, now." She heard a familiar voice, but it wasn't Liam. Her tummy churned as she felt those words like a punch to her gut.

"What the fuck is going on?" she thought before opening her eyes.

"Frank!" she yelled in her shock. It took her few seconds to force herself out of the shock. Instantly, she brought her hands in front of her to hide her tits and pussy from his view.

His son, Sammy sat on his left and his henchman Powell on his right. Sammy's best buddy Jamal sat on a separate sofa chair. Frank's lawyer, Carter on another sofa chair. There were no signs of Liam in the room. Powell had his gun pointed towards her.

"Where's Liam? What did you do to him?" yelled Cathy.

"Hold on sweety. We didn't do anything to your Liam. He's calmly sitting in his bedroom. We're here to discuss our new arrangement and future. Now I know you're well trained and exceptionally fast with your responses. But I haven't met any human faster than a bullet. Do we have an understanding here?" said Frank affirming his dominance over her.

"If you want my help with your case then you're wrong. I would never help you," replied Cathy.

"Oh, dear sweet girl, I don't need your help with the case. Because if that happens and you're caught they'll throw you inside the prison and case will reopen again. I want a permanent solution. And I'll manage it on my own."

"Then what's all this about?" asked Cathy.

"It's about teaching a spoiled brat some manners. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. I want to know that you wouldn't try anything stupid until we're done explaining your situation." Frank's voice was calm yet scary.

"I'm not stupid. There's no way for me to leave alive with all of you armed. There's no training to make you faster than a bullet. So, yes, I won't try anything stupid," replied Cathy with her suppressed anger tone.

"Then you can turn and look at the TV and no need to hide your assets from us. There isn't anything we haven't seen before. Hands locked behind your back," ordered Frank.

Cathy reluctantly turned and faced the TV with her hands locked behind her back. Sammy pressed the button of the remote and opening credits of a movie began. It was intentionally designed as old school pornographic movie.

Devil's Harem Presents

THE LEGAL SLUT

Fuck the law

The tagline of this movie reminded of her own words last night at the courtroom. As the screen faded to transition into the next scene a well-recognized voice said, "Ah... ah... yeah... fuck the law..." It was her voice. The audio was well edited with a stereotypical pornographic background music.

First scene showed few men walking out of a white van. The camera focused on one who said, "I'm not sure why she called us here but let's be professional here. I don't want any unnecessary problems. The building is in a lockdown mode which means we can't enter inside unless someone with valid access opens the door for us. In off hours, it's closed for general public. Any attempt of forced entry will trigger the security alarm and cops will be on us in less than five minutes. But she can't do anything unethical to us as well because there are too cameras around and inside the building."

Cathy looked at the screen as they walked and realized the man talking was Frank. The area they were walking towards was too familiar. It was her office. The camera spanned towards the building making sure it captured each detail keeping no doubt about the exact location they were going for. The street address and the building name were captured perfectly.

He continued, "The city had been struggling for the budgets, so I highly doubt anyone actively watches those recordings, but it's always stored for legal purposes. If anything happens, court can order to present those recordings as evidence. No one would want that to happen. So, behave yourself while we're in the building."

"Yes, we will. We are law abiding citizens dad. I have never done anything to even receive a citation. But it's odd that she called us here after hours," said Sammy.

The realization hit her. She now knew where this was going. The dialogues were a bunch of lies and were well scripted. But for anyone watching, it would be them documenting everything to save their asses from false allegations.

They stood in front of the main entrance as the door was locked. A well-dressed woman walked towards the door and tapped her card to unlock the door. From the translucent door, the identity of the woman wasn't clear. But as she opened the door the camera focused on her face. No surprise. It was Cathy.

Everything came flashing back in front of her eyes. Now everything made sense. Her intuitions were right. The cocks she fucked belonged to different men. As she saw herself sucking Frank's cock in her own office tears began rolling down her eyes. There was no way she could watch the entire thing. It all made sense now. There was no magic pill.

There were four black men taking turns fucking her. Frank, Sammy, Powell and Jamal. All four had taken Viagra before entering inside the building. Each person would take turns with the camera while one fucked her and other two humiliated her existence the entire time.

The earbuds blocked all the crude remarks from them but in the camera it wasn't visible. This film was edited perfectly. No one could second guess for even a second that Cathy wasn't a willing participant in everything. Each time Liam asked something to her, and she responded it was seamlessly attached to Frank's questions. In the movie, it appeared as if she was talking to Frank.

The way she walked, crawled, talked and fucked, no one could doubt that she couldn't see. If this movie gets released, she will lose her bar license, her entire career in legal system and would end up in prison. Even if she could prove that she thought it was Liam fucking her, that's enough for the same result.

She turned and begged to Frank, "that's enough. Please stop it. I know everything here onwards. I can't watch it anymore. Please stop."

Frank saw her tears and said with a huge smile on his face, "not so proud of your performance now, huh?"

She looked at the floor and couldn't muster enough courage to speak anything.

"Stop it," said Frank to his son. He pressed the button of the remote to turn it off.

"I don't have enough energy left to explain your situation because I fucked a nasty slut last night for several hours. We're all tired. That's why I brought my lawyer, Carter to do the talking. Carter, please take over," said Frank and leaned back to relax a bit.

"First, I would say you need to adjust to the proper position. Face us with your hands locked behind your back and spread those legs wide. As you already know, we've seen all. There's nothing to hide," said Carter.

Cathy swallowed her pride and tried to suppress her anger. "This monster will dictate the terms," she thought.

"Now, you cannot move an inch from this position until we say otherwise. Understood?" he continued.

She nodded.

"Understood?" he said again in a louder voice.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." She knew what he wanted to hear from her experience in the past.

"Good. Now let's discuss your current position. If this video is leaked, it'll ruin your professional career forever. No bar license which means no legal profession. There's a high chance of prison time but we both know your father can do his magic to get you off the hook from any serious prison time. But that'll definitely become public knowledge and the amount of media coverage it'll bring to drag your father's name down to the gutter."

Carter looked at her face and saw the anger building inside but continued anyway, "And then there's your lovely husband. That's the problem with any conservative and religious family, they don't take promiscuity lightly. A divorce, disowned by your father and no professional career. I can see your life going downhill rapidly from there."

"I understand my situation. What do you guys want to keep this a secret?" asked Cathy, not wanting to hear his elaborate explanation.

"Atta girl. I love it when women don't like to waste time and get to business. Yesterday, you agreed to your promotion from Liam's slut to Frank's personal whore. We want you to keep your word. You continue to keep your promise we continue to keep your secret."

"Prostitution is illegal. You want me to do more illegal stuff to hide my previous illegal stuff?" asked Cathy.

"Yes. That's exactly what we want. But of course, that's your choice. You can stop everything here and accept the consequences or take the chance with your promise. There's a small percentage of chance that you might find a way out of it later but if you say no then there's zero chance of your victory. It's a gamble. What are you going to do?" asked Carter.

Cathy thought about her situation for a couple of minutes and then said, "I can't let this out in the public. I don't want to become anyone's whore, but I don't have a choice." She took a deep breath and continued, "I accept."

"And what do you accept?" asked Frank.

Every fiber of her being cringed as she said, "I accept to be your personal whore, sir."

"Perfect. Let's make this official then," said Carter in his excitement as he stood up to grab a small briefcase. He opened the briefcase and pulled out a bunch of documents.

"You need to sign these first," he said as he threw first set of legal documents in front of her.

"What is this?" asked Cathy.

"Well, you're a lawyer as well so there's no point in misrepresenting the contents. In short, it says you're granting full permission to record any aspect of your life with no exception. Any financial entity associated with Frank and Samuel, present and future, will have complete ownership to all such recordings. You are waiving all your rights, monitory or otherwise, for those recordings," explained Carter in a professional tone.

"Why would I sign such a contract? This is such a slippery slope. I'm trapped already and you want me to fall into a legal trap?" Cathy raised some valid questions.

"Good questions. The logic is simple. We do not want any of those recordings available for public consumption, but this contract helps us to keep you in check. If you have the knowledge of our ability to release it as a well-edited porn, then you will behave. That would obviously be our last resort, not the first because we both know once that's done your father will get involved. Neither of us want that. We both have serious incentives to keep our illicit affairs under wraps. But we need extra precaution," explained Carter.

"What's the expiration/termination clause for this contract?" asked Cathy.

"None. Once you sign, it's forever."

"I will sign it only if there's a way out. Otherwise, I'm trapped forever and that's not good for me," replied Cathy.

"My clients do not want any expiration/termination clause in any of our current or future contracts. You have a choice to make right now. Sign it and figure out a way later. I know you're a smart lawyer and can find some loophole. Or you can leave. This video will accidently leak."

"There's another option. I can go to cops and get you all arrested for blackmail. I'm sure you'll also lose your bar license for your illegal activities," replied Cathy.

"Sure. You can do that. But I'm an old soul with not much life left. Even if I lose my bar license, I can easily avoid any prison time. I have way more money than I need to retire somewhere near a nice beach. These guys might face small jail time and that's worst case. Best case, my legal team turn the tables around and prove that you did everything willingly and now want to trap me and my clients because you've a personal vendetta against us. Do I need to explain your worst-case scenario? Because that's way worse than ours. So, what's it going to be?" Carter relaxed in his sofa chair with a gotcha.

Cathy thought for few minutes, "He's right. These all are degenerates. They don't have much to lose. Prison would be another home for them. I can't afford to lose anything. I've had my problems with Trevor and Dad, but I would never want them to feel any kind of shame because of what I did."

"I need time to think. Can I return tomorrow?" asked Cathy. This was her last attempt to stall.

"You're free to leave anytime you want, Cathy. But if you leave without signing the contracts, we'll assume you rejected our proposal," replied Carter.

With a deep breath, she said, "okay. I'll sign it."

"Before you do that, here's the second contract that you also must sign," said carter and he threw another bunch of legal documents towards her.

"What's this one?" asked Cathy.

"Let me summarize this one for you. It says that you're giving full ownership of your body to Frank, Samuel and their associates. There are a set of rules you must follow after signing it. Any rule if broken, would result in punishment. By signing it, you acknowledge that this is completely for your own sexual pleasure," explained Carter.

"This is too much. How's giving away all rights to my own body helping me achieve my sexual pleasure?" asked Cathy.

"Well, we all know from yesterday, how much you enjoy complete servitude and humiliation. You're going to get a lot of that after you sign this," said Sammy with a big grin on his face.

The way he said those words made Cathy extremely angry. But deep down a voice whispered, "he's not wrong though." She considered all her options, "I can't leave without signing these contracts because that would mean the horrible video would be leaked by these monsters. The only option that sounds viable is to sign these for now and then plan something later to take my revenge. But that would also mean that I must play along with them in the meantime."