Persecuting the Prosecutor

"You are going too far with this now," she informed me. "The further you take this, the more severe your punishment will be."

"Oh, Katie, Katie," I said to her. "Always the staunch prosecutor aren't you? You just need to relax, let your hair down, and enjoy our time together."

"Fuck you!" she shouted. "You bastard shit bag!"

Okay, enough of the pleasantries. It was time to have some fun with her. I ran my hands over her smooth silk blouse, starting at the shoulders and working my way down her front. With the back of her body pressed against me, and despite the bulk of her suit jacket around her arms and hands, I could feel Katie working to free herself, her hands and fingers moving around between us. Right now her elbows were slightly bent and thus her hands were resting in the small of her back, but I got to thinking that with our similar heights, I should take advantage of it. I momentarily stopped with my project of unbuttoning her blouse. I shifted my body slightly away from hers, grabbed her arms and pulled them straighter so that her hands were now positioned very near my crotch. I then pressed her back against me.

"There babe," I said. "Now you can let your hands and fingers work all you want."

"Go to hell," she said. "You are just scum on my shoes."

I could feel her hands shift around some more. I again shifted my body slightly. My cock had been steadily growing in my pants as I started to feel her up. It was rather hard and had pushed itself upward so that it now lay against my lower abdomen. Soon, her squirming hands ended up touching my cock. Her hands instantly froze as she realized what she was touching through my pants. She tried to pull her body away from me but I immediately used my hand to press her even tighter against my body, not allowing her to be free of the feeling.

I resumed sliding my hands over her blouse, now reaching her small breasts.

"Oooh," I said to her. "What do we have here?"

I felt her bra under her blouse. The bra distinctly had some extra material to it.

"Are we a little self-conscious of something?" I asked her in a taunting voice.

"Fuck you," she replied. "You are such an asshole. Leave me alone and get out of here. I'm sure security will be checking this room any minute now."

"You are lying," I told her. "Those "rent-a-cops" never leave the building entrance except to get coffee, donuts and to piss."

"How do you know that?" she asked me, rather curious.

"You evidently didn't notice," I replied, "but I've been at Jack's trial all four days. I like watching people and observing what is going on."

"So," she asked. "You've been planning this for a while?"

"Yeah," I said. "Pretty much since the first day, when I overheard you talking about kicking someone's ass. I decided that your self-assured, cocky attitude needed to be taken down a few levels. You're all bullshit in a lot of ways."

"Bullshit?" she said. "What bullshit?"

"Oh you fucking know full well what bullshit," I lectured her. "You exude self-confidence, but you really aren't all that confident – it's just a front. You brag about being strong and being able to kick ass, but even though you have great muscle tone - you're weak. And you strut your body around like it is God's gift to men, but you're a man hater. Plus you aren't exactly God's gift to men because if God had given you as a gift to us, he would have given you TITS!"

"FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE." She shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Nope," is all I said to her.

Well, curiosity got the better of me, so I started to unbutton her blouse. The squirming of her hands increased, despite the fact that they were still against my cock and she was helping me get even harder. I was pretty sure she didn't want me to learn her secret. Soon, I had her blouse all the way unbuttoned and pulled the bottom of it out from being tucked into her skirt. Like the suit jacket, I slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it bunch itself on top of the jacket on her arms. I think she actually liked that I had to again slightly shift myself away from her to allow room for the blouse to fall as she used the opportunity to shift her arms to one side, thus avoiding the constant feel of my growing cock against her hands.

Now it was time for some real exploration. I slowly moved my hands onto her chest and then down to her bra cups. I had guessed she was maybe a 32B cup but with the padded bra I was not sure she was even that - I think she was trying for the impression of being about a 34B. Is there such a thing as an A cup? I might have to Google that at home when I get the chance. Anyway, I slid my hands down until my fingers were in her bra, just touching her nipples. Oooh, what do you know? Her nipples were fully erect. Was she secretly enjoying this attention, just putting up a very hard front? Or did her nipples get hard when she was nervous or frightened like some women?

"Oooh," I said to her. "Your nipples feel real nice. I like how you have them all stiff just for me. Just wait 'til I have my tongue on them. You will really like it then."

"Fuck off and shut the hell up," she told me as her squirming renewed.

And renewed it she did. She lifted one of her legs and stomped her foot down trying to stake me with her heel. At the same time, she turned her body to try to rotate away from me. She managed to peel away from me and head for the door again. The problem for her was, this time she had her hands cuffed behind her and thus wasn't able to keep her balance. She made it about half way to the door, but lost that balance and fell backwards right into my arms. Oh how sweet.

"Welcome back," I said to taunt her some more.

"Oh, just fuck off, will you?" she said. "I am so tired of your mouth."

"My mouth?" I questioned her. "What about you? You haven't stopped swearing at me since I stepped into your office."

"Oh, go to hell," she said. "You are the law breaker here. I don't have to justify my behavior to you what so ever."

"Have it your way," I said as I once again picked her up and threw her onto the desk.

She let out that whiney frustrated growl again, but I ignored her attitude. Instead I wanted to get a look at those teeny tits. I pushed her against the desk with her lying on her back, her arms trapped behind her, legs dangling off the edge of the desk. Then, I reached down and pulled her bra down to expose her small breasts. They were indeed small. A friend of mine was once married to a woman with a flat chest. He always described her tits as being "fried eggs." Okay, yes I have friends that describe their wives' tits to me – get over it. Anyway, that was pretty much what they were – fried eggs – nearly flat. Her areolas were also small and pink in color. However, her nipples were awesome – they stuck out from her body like pencil erasers. I leaned over then began to suck on them, pulling them into my mouth, causing her tits to be pulled as well. She wormed around, trying to twist away and avoid my attentions. As I sucked on one erect nipple, I pinched the other between a finger and thumb and then switched. I certainly didn't want one nipple getting jealous of the other.

"Leave me alone, shit bag," she demanded.

I just kept sucking and pinching nipples. Occasionally I would have to pause long enough to slide her squirming body back to the center of the desk. I certainly didn't want her rolling off the desk, delaying my pleasure. After a while, as I continued to suck on a nipple, biting it as well, I reached a hand down to begin pulling her skirt up her legs. Katie started to squirm more as she realized how far I was beginning to progress in my assault. Then she did something totally unexpected...

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She head butted me. Seriously, she fucking head butted me. What bitch does that shit? She simply jerked her head forward when my head was just below hers as I was sucking a nipple. I should have bit her nipple off when she did it, but my reaction was to stand bolt upright. I paused to "collect" my thoughts. She needed a retaliatory response from me, but the surprise and shock of her action had not yet worn off.

"God you are a bitch," I said to her. "You are going to pay for that one."

"Go to hell jerk," she said.

"Oh I probably will be going," I replied. "But not yet. I have a few things to take care of first."

"Like getting the fuck out of here?" she asked. "Please tell me that's it."

Wow, this bitch was really getting on my nerves. It was time to get busy making her regret her head butting shit. I grabbed her by her hair and hoisted her back into a sitting position on the desk, her sexy hose covered legs bent at the knees, dangling over the edge. She immediately tried to swing a lower leg up to kick me, but I side stepped it easily. I wagged a finger at her to indicate her misbehavior. Next, I swung an open hand and slapped her across the face, turning her head to the side from the impact. She screamed out in pain, and then turned her head back toward me.

"If you're going to fuck me," she told me. "Then fuck me, but leave the violence out of it. You don't have to prove you are a man to me. I already know you are a man just by your stupid actions."

God, this woman was sweetly evil. I slapped her again for good measure. When she returned her head facing forward, I grinned at her. I then put my hands on each of her thighs and began to caress them. Her toned legs felt wonderful in her silky pantyhose. I pushed her skirt further up toward her hips, gaining access to the top of her thighs. I ran my hands over her legs and then between them. At one point Katie tried to prevent my roaming by clamping her legs together. I simply grabbed her by each knee and spread them back open. She had some decent strength to her legs. I could feel her resistance, but still she was not a match for me. My hands sought out the area between her legs once again. I tried probing her with my fingers but the pantyhose prevented me from venturing much.

Next, I stood her up and spun her around quickly. She tried again to kick me, this time swinging her leg with a bent knee, trying to make contact with her heel. She grazed the side of my leg in doing this, so I reached around and clamped a hand on her throat.

"Okay," I told her, slowly increasing pressure on her throat. "The kicking will stop. Understand? Say yes if you understand."

"Fuck you," she said. "Yes."

Okay, she said yes. However, I will discount the additional part. I kept my hand on her throat just to be sure. I then used my other hand to locate the zipper on her skirt. It was in the back and easy to find and operate. Soon, I had the skirt fully unzipped and let it drop to the floor.

"Okay," I instructed her. "Step out of it and now you may kick it, and ONLY IT, to the side."

"Oh, how I want to kick something," she said as she complied with my command. "I so want to kick your ass."

"I think we have had that discussion already," I told her. "You lost the first time. Care to really try it again?"

"Fuck off, bastard," she said again.

I ran my hands over her smooth hose covered ass. I then released my hand on her throat in order to use both my hands to press her body against mine and slide my hands all over the front of her body. She began the hand squirming thing again, but this time purposely shifted them slightly to the side to avoid my stiff member in my pants. My hands ran roughly over her erect nipples and then down across her toned but not muscular abdomen. Soon, my hand ran down to her crotch, first over the hose, but then I shifted my hands to slide between the hose and her body under the waist band of the pantyhose. I pushed one hand further down to her trimmed pubic hair. My hand ventured even further and located the folds of her soft labia. I moved a finger up and down, feeling them separate, allowing me greater access to her treasures. I rubbed her roughly for a while. At the same time, I started to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobes.

"Fucking get off me asshole," she said. "You think you're my fucking boyfriend or something?"

"You have a boyfriend?" I asked. "He must be a saint or something to tolerate a colossal bitch like you."

"Shut up shit bag," she replied. "You know nothing about me."

"Sure I do," I told her directly. "I know you have teeny tits and nice sexy legs."

"Fuck off," she said.

"Soon, soon," I said.

I pulled my hands back out of her hose, slid them back up her body, and squeezed her tits again. I then pushed her roughly onto the desk, with her body on the desk top and her legs over the edge, her heels still easily touching the floor. I forcefully spread her legs wider and reached between them to probe some more.

"You know," she said with her head turned to the side as her head lay on the desk. "I think I've figured you out. You seem to display separation issues. Probably still suffering the effects of being separated from your mother while you were still nursing."

"Oh?" I said. "You have it all figured out do you? Well then I have you figured out too. You're one of those bitches who took a psych course in college and now thinks she can diagnose any man upon first meeting him. That just generates bad karma. We could be great friends if you didn't have such a shitty attitude."

"Friends?" she replied, laughing nervously. "You think if I had a better attitude toward you that we could be friends? Fuck you. You're raping me right now. That isn't exactly how you become friends with someone."

"Hey," I said. "Just call it me getting to know you better."

"Fuck off and die," she simply replied.

I stepped slightly to the side of her legs, opposite of the side her head was turned. Next, I unbuckled my belt and slid it out from my belt loops.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she heard the sound.

"You will find out soon enough," I said.

I took my belt and folded it in half, grabbing the two ends together. I then grabbed the folded end in my other hand. I leaned forward over her body, holding the belt over her head, but not where she could fully see it. I then moved my hands close together, causing the two parts of the belt to separate. Swiftly, I pulled my hands away from each other, making the belt halves slap together, causing a loud noise. Katie jumped and screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" she screamed in fear.

"Well," I replied. "I thought it was time for some discipline."

I slapped the belt over her head again, causing her to jump once again. I then stepped back, let go of the folded end of the belt, and slapped her ass with it.

She screamed out with every slap of my belt. Despite the pantyhose covering her ass, I could still see her cheeks beginning to redden, her fair skin making the color more prominent. After a while of whipping her ass, I decided to tease her a bit more. I took the belt and let the end of it drop onto her back and then slid it along her body down to her ass until the tip trailed off onto the floor. I repeated this several times then suddenly whipped her ass again. I did this over and over, but each time changing the number of times I only slid the belt along her body, thereby not allowing her to anticipate when the whipping would happen. Her screams became an almost constant thing now, because she also screamed each time she felt the belt on her skin, regardless if it was a whipping or sliding motion she received.

Her whole world became the pain and fear of my abuse. Gone were her snide remarks and insulting banter. Only her screaming remained, along with the sound of my belt when it cracked across her bright red ass. Actually, I have to admit I kind of missed hearing her talk like that. I whipped her ass a few more times then stopped. Looking down, I saw that my whipping had significantly damaged her pantyhose. Aww, too bad – I always hate it when pantyhose becomes the victim in my zeal.

I dropped the belt on the floor and then stripped of all my clothes and shoes and tossed them out of the way. I then grabbed Katie by the hips and pulled her off the desk. With her standing again, I spun her around to face me. Her eyes grew wide as she saw that I was now naked, evidently not realizing I had stripped my clothes off. Her eyes slowly drifted down the length of my body, stopping at my stiff cock. Technically, she already had a fair idea as to its length from her squirming hands as our bodies were pressed together. However, I got the impression as she stared at its size that she was a rather poor judge of length using only her hands. I grinned at her.

"I hope because you are a rather tall woman," I said to her, still grinning and pointing to my cock, "that your cunt is also rather long and able to take all of this in."

"Fuck you," she said. "It's pathetically short compared to my boyfriend's."

"Oh?" I replied. "Your boyfriend is a giraffe?"

"Go to hell," she said.

I grabbed her by the hips again, lifted her up and slammed her down onto the desk. Without pausing, I violently tore the hose away from her hips and crotch, leaving only the legs and a few random shreds intact. She screamed as I did this, as I was not careful to prevent her from lower abdomen and legs getting punched and mauled as my hands worked in brutal fashion.

"Fuck!" she cried out. "You're an animal."

I looked into her eyes, grinned and then growled at her for effect. I bent down and retrieved the belt. In that brief time, she had already struggled to prop herself up with her hands and was half sitting up on the desk. I took the belt and draped it over one of her shoulders and then dragged it toward me allowing the tip of the belt to slide down her chest over her tit. I could see her body shudder as the belt travelled lightly over her nipple. I repeated this with her other shoulder and tit – another shudder. As I held the belt buckle in my hand, I wrapped the belt around it until only a section about a foot long remained free. I used this shortened piece of belt to whip one of her tits – lightly at first. She screamed and tried to roll off the desk upon the first impact. I had to grab her and reposition her, with her lying back down on the desk rather than propped up. Actually, this gave me a better angle to whip her tits some more. She scream out with each blow, her tits growing red and her nipples sticking out to their full potential. God, despite her very small tits, they were extremely sexy all red and swollen, erect nipples begging to be sucked again. I dropped the belt again and began to suck and bite her large nipples. She still screamed as my attentions continued to irritate them, causing her more pain in that sensitive area.

She couldn't take it any longer and broke into a rage, screaming, kicking her legs, and twisting and bucking her body. I stepped back, letting her carry on for a few moments, watching her sexy body move and twist. I did make sure I was clear of her legs as much as possible as she still had on her heels, which no doubt could inflict significant pain. She soon tired and slowed her thrashings. After she calmed down a bit, I pressed my body on top of hers, pinning her down to the desk. I started to kiss her roughly, as she tried to twist her head away. I reached both my arms toward her head – placing one hand on her forehead, the other on her throat. She immediately got the hint and reluctantly submitted to my desire. I again kissed her, her lips remained soft but unresponsive. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, while she moved hers away and did not spare with mine as I had hoped.

I broke the kiss and stood up. I then roughly grabbed each of her thighs and pushed them apart as wide as her body's flexibility would allow. Next, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk. She could feel my stiff cock pressing against her. I leaned back, grabbed my cock and guided it to her waiting hole.