Lady Justice: A Time Lady Reborn

"That's a good boy. Let me see you jerk that cock for me. I want to see you play with it." Ms. Trapp was anxiously rubbing her pussy while Daniel worked his meat for her. He began swaying in time with his strokes and soon his fat cock was ready to explode. Melissa began massaging her tits as well, her thick nipples tearing at the thin fabric of her bra.

"May I cum now, mistress," Daniel asked playfully. "I want it so bad," he pleaded.

"Not yet. Wait until I tell you. You would do well to heed my instructions. You don't want to see what happens to bad slaves like you when their mistresses are displeased. Now stroke it faster." Melissa spat another string of saliva onto the glowing tip of his cock.

Daniel stroked faster, as instructed. His mistress's spit dripped down the long shaft of his cock onto his swinging balls. He twisted his hand as he stroked, filling his cock fatter with blood. It was fully engorged and ready to let fly, but he begged for her approval.

"Oh fuck, Mistress Trapp! I can't take it. I have so much cum right now. I can't hold it any longer. Please let me give it to you!"

Melissa mockingly put a finger to her chin in contemplation while her other hand flicked and rubbed her snatch. "Oh, alright. If you must cum, then give it to me now, before I change my mind."

"Oh shit! Here it comes!" Daniel cried as he finally allowed his balls to release the supply of fluid that had accumulated. He shot six, thick streams across her face, streaking Ms. Trapp's glasses with cream. Cum glazed her hair, and landed behind her on the desk and floor. He groaned loudly as he emptied another half-dozen blasts across her ample breasts. Her delicate bra became saturated with his love. She continued to tease her nipples through the now soaked, fabric.

"I want all of it, slave. You better give me all of that fucking cum! I don't want you to stop until I have it all!" Melissa ordered.

Daniel continued to assault her breasts and face with rope after rope of copious cream. He aimed at Melissa's mouth, dousing her tongue and lips with a film of his seed. It ran down the sides of her face and neck before adding to the pool that was accumulating between her tits. Her bra and blouse were sopping with fluid. She encouraged him to keep spraying as she pulled her tits out from behind her bra. Daniel obliged, and continued a nonstop downpour onto his grateful mistress. The flesh of her breasts continued to receive a coat of loving, and Daniel saw no end in sight to the onslaught. He had always managed to shut it off before this, in order to continue lovemaking, but the speculation of a never-ending shower was feeding his libido to unleash more of the fluid than ever before.

Daniel continued to cum, never stopping the steady flow of jizz. Each blast making his body tremble with orgasm. Melissa egged him on as she slowly removed her saturated blouse; giving Daniel additional canvas space. She laid back slightly in her chair and vigorously beat her own sex to orgasm while she received the downpour. Watching her shake and tremble, Daniel added his own cum to the mix, shooting several long, arching blasts over her body before aiming directly at her pussy. His cum splashed against her hand and rolled down across her labia as she rubbed herself through climax.

Melissa looked at him curiously as long streams of cum continued to rocket forth from his thick cock, landing on her thighs and stomach. Her entire body was glazed with the stuff; her clothes were drenched; her office, despoiled. Yet, Daniel continued to quake and spray just as he had been at the start. She watched for another moment as several more sprays landed between her breasts, until she finally indicated that he could stop.

Slightly relieved, Daniel slowed his pace down. Several more thick strings of cum oozed out onto Melissa's toned thighs, before he allowed his orgasms to cease. It was the longest he had remembered cumming since his enhancements. Alanah had pushed him to his limits before, but always demanded more fucking before he could truly finish. He wondered how much longer he could go. Certainly, Aryess could tell him. She had monitored it closely, he was sure.

"Are you sure that's enough?" Daniel asked her sarcastically.

"Well, you missed a spot on my back. We'll try and be more thorough next time," Melissa joked. Daniel offered her his robe to wipe some of it off. She took it from him graciously, removing her glasses and cleaning her face of his sticky seed.

"I have another favor to ask," Daniel started nervously. "It's about Groon."

"Oh?" Melissa asked. "Well, I suppose that your handler is no longer required with your transfer to Yellow Sector pending. I can have him reassigned if you'd rather."

"It's not that, exactly," Daniel explained. "Groon was promised a reassignment to Yellow Sector, pending my sale. I only ask that you let him come with, and assist in whatever tasks they require. I'm afraid he might try to kill me if he finds out I'm being sent there before him." Daniel hoped to win favor with Groon with an early transfer, but he wasn't lying about his suspicions. Groon was ill-tempered at best. Certainly not above murdering a slave. He feared for the girls of Yellow Sector, but more for himself.

"Yes, I am aware of Groon's request. The handlers of Yellow Sector won't like it, but I suppose that's out of my hands. Let your bodyguard know he may accompany you to Yellow Sector, but that he should be on his absolute, best behavior," Ms. Trapp answered.

"Have you met him? He's a puppy-dog. I can handle him. I really appreciate it. Everything," Daniel offered.

"You're welcome. I appreciate your candor, and your discretion. I must say, you are quite remarkable. How is it that you found yourself at the mercy of slavers? If you don't mind my asking. You seem quite intelligent, and rather relaxed, given the circumstances."

Daniel quickly provided a cover. "There was a woman whose husband was not happy to see me. You can imagine why. The Sheriff did his best to keep me alive, but the tradeoff was selling me to the local market just to keep me out of the system. You get used to things, I suppose. I've been lucky."

"I bet you'll make a wonderful servant. I will make sure that you find a good mistress. Someone who can appreciate your talents." Ms. Trapp forced a smile.

Daniel pushed his luck, remembering the subconscious message he had left with her during their last meeting. "Don't you wish things were different, sometimes? I don't know, more fair?"

Melissa's fake smile faded into contemplation. "You know, I've been thinking about that a lot."

"Well maybe it's time. Thanks for having my back. I'll see you soon." Daniel walked out the door, letting his last words penetrate deep into Melissa Trapp's mind.

It's time. Soon.

Daniel waited outside her door, quietly scanning her mind. Trapp was having serious doubts about her job and her life. She wanted out, but was scared to take a stand. He read through her mind. She had been planning a break for a while, even before Daniel came along. She knew how to hurt the market. She had connections to all of Westminster's wealthiest clients. If they were going to do any damage to the system beyond the Academy, this woman may be the key. Before he left, Daniel sent her another psychic message. She had the power to take down an empire of slavers, and she had support all around her.

Melissa was on board, whether she knew it or not. Now he had to butter-up his bodyguard.

Groon was waiting impatiently outside the dormitories when Daniel arrived. He gave him a pitiful stare. Daniel was still naked and covered with jizz when he greeted Groon with a smile.

"Hey buddy, I was just thinking about you," Daniel joked.

Groon steamed with hatred at Daniel's japes.

"I'm kidding, but I want to have a word with you. Can we go somewhere and talk for a minute?"

"Say your piece now, human. Groon is tired of looking at your tiny pecker."

Daniel laughed, and said, "I'm serious. We need to talk. Let's go for a walk or something."

Groon begrudged his request and they headed down the hall. There was an unoccupied training room that Daniel led them into. He quietly closed the door.

"What is it? Speak quickly," Groon ordered.

"Alright, look. I don't know how to say this Groon, but you need to back the fuck up, alright? You tortured me and tried to murder me, but I'm still your friend. Why don't you relax? I have good news, but your attitude is going to ruin it."

"You're not my friend," Groon answered plainly.

"Okay, that's fine. We're not friends, but we are partners. Even though you've been ordered to do it, you've been watching my back. And even though you don't deserve it, I've been watching your back, too. I just finished talking to Melissa Trapp. We're both getting transferred to Yellow Sector tomorrow."

Groon's eyes lit up with the first sign of happiness that Daniel had seen from him, but his cold stare quickly returned. "We?"

"Yeah, I knew you'd be pissed about that. Listen, they want me to help with testing, or something, I don't know. Don't be mad at me about that shit. I told them that they'd better send you, too, because I knew you'd kill me. But also, because you deserve it. Alright? I told you I'd owe you for finding a way to get us out of that prison. Here it is. Maybe we're even now."

"Not even close," Groon answered solemnly, but hesitated and answered, "Thank you, Daniel."

"You're welcome, big guy. We start tomorrow, so get your rest. Try not to kill anybody your first day, alright?"

"Then stay away from Groon's women when we get there."

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Chapter Seventeen

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Lady Justice charged through the door to Lord Deacon Westminster's office complex. She had parked the TARDIS in an adjacent building in order to keep it away from the action. It had been a long walk in heels, but Justice seemed certain it was safer that way. She and Alanah stormed up to the desk of his assistant.

"We are here to see Lord Westminster at once, please." Justice flashed the assistant a plastic identification badge.

The assistant's eyes flashed worriedly. "I'm sorry Madame Heinriech, I know that Lord Westminster would be very honored by your presence here, but he is not currently in the system. I could summon him for you, but it may take several weeks for his return. I would be happy to offer you complimentary on-site accommodations with full access to our staff and servants while we wait to hear from our Lord."

"That won't be necessary. When is he due back here? Exactly?" Justice inquired.

"I see he has a Chair-holder's meeting on the twenty-fifth of next month," the receptionist answered.

"Thank you." Justice turned abruptly and began hurriedly walking out of the office.

"Where are we going?" Alanah asked.

"I can't be expected to wait for a month. That's ridiculous. Doesn't she know who I am?" Justice fretted.

"Apparently she doesn't. What was that back there? Fake ID?"

"Something like that. It's infused with psychic energy. It's just a blank card, but anyone who looks at it will see whatever they want, or whatever they assume, it to say."

After a long walk back to the TARDIS, and the flick of a switch, Justice and Alanah returned to the office one month later. Westminster's assistant fell for the fake ID trick again, and they were instructed to wait in the lobby until the meeting had commenced.

"Outrageous!" Justice spouted. "My father will hear of this."

"Your father is in the conference room with the Lord Westminster, Madame. Should I summon him for you?" the assistant asked indignantly. She was accustomed to the bratty entitlement of Westminster's peers and clients.

"Oh, daddy! No, that won't be necessary. Thank you." Justice turned to take a seat in the lobby. Alanah snickered behind her back.

"Oh, daddy! How lovely to see you!" Alanah mocked. "What do we do now?"

"I don't have a plan, dear. We'll just see how it plays out. Haven't you known me long enough?" Justice asked with a wink.

A mass of dignitaries and executives began trickling from behind the desk. The meeting had adjourned. One man stayed behind. Justice moved quickly to follow him, slipping past the assistant. They followed him down the hall briefly, before Justice called out.

"Lord Deacon Westminster III, I presume."

"Yes, what is it? I'm not taking appointments today," the man answered.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I'm... uh..." Justice held the badge up for him to see.

"Oh yes, of course. I'm so sorry! Welcome! It's an honor to meet you, please come to my office."

Alanah looked at her quizzically. Justice only shrugged.

They entered the office and took a seat next to Westminster's desk.

He sat behind it and poured a drink for himself and Justice, never giving Alanah a second glance. "Is it necessary for your servant to remain? I don't typically have many slaves present at meetings like this."

Justice concentrated hard on his words, trying to piece together meaning. Then it dawned on her that he had been referring to Alanah. "Oh! Don't mind her. She is quite good at maintaining civility. She knows what happens when her mistress is displeased. Please, speak freely."

"Well, I must say I am pleased to finally meet you. I was under the impression that you were much older than you appear," Westminster pondered.

"The miracles of science, I suppose. I must say, I feel younger every day." Justice smiled.

"Well, we should get to it, then."

"I agree," Justice answered excitedly, not having a clue about what they were discussing.

"Well, do you have the money?"

"Yes. Lots! But is now the most appropriate time?"

"You're a tough negotiator. I was told that, as well. I suppose you will want a firsthand presentation. I warn you, it can be rather lascivious down there. They will be in the midst of their programming. I cannot speak for their decency when we arrive."

"Not to worry. A little debauchery never hurt anyone," Justice argued.

Lord Westminster led the two women through a back exit hidden in his office. It led down a hidden corridor to the Academy. Alanah assumed it was for discrete transfer of slaves to and from the office of their master. They passed several guards before entering a small observation room. The outer wall was lined with two-way mirrors. On the other side of the glass, and down below, was a large training room. At the moment, it was filled with piles of naked bodies.

Justice drew close to the windows and marveled. "Oh my." She fought the urge briefly, but succumbed to the need to touch herself.

Alanah was mesmerized as well. She stood next to Justice and watched. There were nearly fifty females wrapped around one another in chains of naked appendages. Their moans could be heard loudly inside the booth.

"I tried to warn you. They are programmed for pleasure. Much of their training involves testing the limits of their sexual abilities," Lord Westminster explained.

"Look at that lucky fellow," Justice joked. A large, hairy man stood amongst a dozen euphoric females as he ravaged them. He had thick black hair and a beard. His dark body hair and size made him stick out amongst the group of tiny females.

At that moment, a deep moan from the other side of the room caught their attention. There was another man amongst the wreckage of bodies. He was pale, and thin compared to his partner. He was surrounded by women on all sides, rubbing their bodies against him. Another dozen women lay before him, writhing and begging. He began erupting copious amounts of jizz across the pile of bodies. They caught it in their mouths as they kissed, and licked it from the skin of each other as he continued.

It had taken a moment for recognition to set in for Justice, but Alanah had gasped immediately upon seeing her lover again. She took hold of Justice's arm, tearing her away from her enjoyment of the scene. Justice watched the man's display with enthusiasm, until she finally uttered, "Oh!"

Daniel quickly dove back into the pile of sweaty, tangled bodies once his orgasm had completed. A buxom female slid herself onto his hungry cock, while two others smothered him with their tits, and another dove face first into his asshole. Alanah suddenly realized why Daniel had not contacted them, yet.

Justice stuttered, "U-umm, that male. What exactly is he doing here?"

"A male, are you sure? I'm sure it is a part of the training. Most of these females will go to male masters eventually. They need to be prepared to please them. They shouldn't need much of that where they're going, I suppose."

"And where is that?" Justice asked.

"With you, of course! I say, what exactly is going on here? Have you forgotten our arrangement?" Lord Westminster asked with disgust.

"No, of course not. I must apologize. This display seems to have rattled me," Justice explained.

"I understand." Westminster nodded. "So, shall we return to my office and complete the transaction. I can have these slaves ready to leave within the hour."

"I was hoping to sweeten the deal. How much for that male, as well? The little one over there." Justice pointed at Daniel.

"Why don't we call it a gift? It would be my pleasure," Westminster obliged.

"Thank you, my Lord! If you don't mind. I would have my servant see to the male personally. She is no stranger to facilities like this. Dear, go and give that male a thorough testing to make sure it doesn't have any obvious defects. I will observe from here and meet you in Lord Westminster's office when you are ready. If the male checks out, Deacon, then we have a deal," Justice explained.

"Splendid! Here, girl. The guards will show you down."

Two guards forcefully took Alanah by the arms and led her through a door in an adjacent hall. They took her past the piles of sex to present her to Daniel. His back was to them, as he thrust his prick deep into the asshole of a wailing slave-girl. Another slave ran her tongue up and down his crack while he fucked the first.

One of the guards leaned over to whisper something to him.

"Right now? Alright," Daniel answered. He stopped his fucking, but the second girl took the opportunity to dig deeply into his rectum with her tongue. He seemed reluctant to stop, but eased his cock out slowly from the ass of the first girl. He turned around to follow the guard, but froze suddenly when he recognized the client of whom he had spoken. The guards had already left them alone amongst the sea of sex.

"Alanah!"

She came in close to Daniel, and spoke quietly. "Don't speak. We're being watched."

I won't, he answered.

A look of shock broke across Alanah's face.

I've been practicing, Daniel explained.

"I can see that." She looked down to see that two girls had snuck in to steal a turn at his cock.

Daniel shooed them away, and the girls returned to pleasuring one another. Don't worry about them. This is all part of my plan, he explained. I have half of the Academy ready to pop. I have a colleague in the client relations department with dirt on all of Westminster's clients. I've even managed to convince that huge fuck over there to help. He pointed to Groon. The giant was brutalizing four different women with his cock.

Unsure how to answer him, Alanah simply thought the words. You had better hurry. Westminster is trying to sell all these women to Justice today.

Shit! I need them... for the plan, Daniel corrected. What are you doing here?

I'll explain everything, but, like I said, we're being watched. Come here. Alanah grabbed him closely and began kissing him. Her jealousy of Daniel's activities today aside, she took him willingly into her. He stunk of sweat and sex from a hundred different women. Alanah hoped he had a good explanation for why this was part of his plan. He removed her dress and began rubbing gently against her skin. Several women tried to join them, but Alanah shot them angry glares, that sent them retreating.