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Attorney Cum Laude
by Ringle (myringle@hotmail.com)
***
A woman confronts her fears of sexuality. (FF, nc, exh,
bd, tor, sm, rom)
***
(The Trial of Veronika's Conscience)
It was a cool late spring day, as I walked the oak tree
lined boulevard surrounding New Beverly Hills. I
wondered to myself how I had come to be so famous, or
should I say infamous. Twelve months prior I was like a
grain of sand in the desert, one of the billions of
unknown lawyers struggling to make ends meet. Having
just received my degree; I was truly "a nobody!"
Today, I only had to look up at a billboard on any
street corner to see my aqua blue eyes obscenely
leering back at me from my impassioned, milky white
face. Emblazoned above my image in bold pearl white
letters were the words, "Veronika Cum Laude!" At just
twenty-one years of age, I unwittingly and unwillingly,
had become the poster child for every lawyer in the
nation.
Larissa laughed boisterously, egging me on to "show my
stuff."
But I have never been an exhibitionist and always
considered my body sanctified. Larissa however was clad
only in her matching white bra and panties. Her plump,
pink, puffy areolas were now clearly visible through
the material. It had become transparent from the water
sprayed on her by the staff of Cancun's hottest night-
spot, "Bare Your Soul". We stood on stage accepting the
hoots of applause from hundreds of horny college
students. The competition had just been narrowed to me
and my best friend from "UCLA's Class of 2018".
As the noise level rose to a new high I suspected
Larissa was making her play to win the competition. The
crowd was in a frenzy yelling at us, "Show your Tits!",
"Skin to Win!" and "Drop your Draws!"
Just as Larissa hooked two fingers in her G-String, the
chant became, "Down, down, down!"
One clever woman in the front row even called out,
"Fire in the Hole!"
She was obviously very impressed with Larissa's fiery
red waist length hair and stunning physique. I turned
just in time to see Larissa start modeling her birthday
suit! Her pert 34C breasts with their fat, pink,
rubbery nipples now danced in unison with the strobe
lights. She was glistening with drops of what
undoubtedly was a mixture of water spray, sweat, and
her own female lubrication, now awakened by her
desires!
The layer of very fine reddish blonde, peach-fuzz hair
blanketing her breasts was out dueling even the mirror
ball. Her legs were as long as the constitution and her
hips drew away from her torso like a nut cracker on
steroids. She had intentionally shaved her pussy
earlier that day, knowing full well what she was doing.
The result was a magnificently glowing vulva, her long
thick labia flapping around like flags in a stiff
breeze. She was statuesque, and she knew it!
I drew in a deep breath and surveyed the situation. It
was either here and now, or forever carry the stigma of
being a prude! The crowd was now like a pack of hungry
dogs on a T-Bone, practically foaming at the mouth.
Cindy and Sharon our other cohorts from school who had
joined us on this vacation, had already bowed out of
the contest, gracefully acknowledging Larissa's spell
over the crowd. They stood off to the side encouraging
me to one-up Larissa.
Not needing any help, Larissa continue to strut about
the place like she owned it, and truth be told, that
night she did! Every single person in the joint had
their eyes glued to her, inhaling her essence, drinking
in her every move. Both women and men alike were
transfixed by her godly form, and for the last five
minutes she held everyone in a powerful trance.
My mind turned back to my predicament, "bare my soul,
or live with the consequences?" As the ever reasonable
person I was, I let my lawyerly instincts take over. I
quietly slipped off stage unnoticed but dignified,
still wearing my undergarments. Thus we again
relinquished the "title" to Larissa, as she had simply
hypnotized the crowd.
That night Larissa didn't make it back to the hotel
room until dawn. She quietly slipped into my bed, as
she had done so often in our dorm room, and began to
pleasure me, sending me through one orgasm after
another. Her tongue slid gently between the folds of my
labia, as she began to ever so softly massage my clit
with her teeth. She explored the rim of my anus with
her tongue in a fashion similar to a lizard snatching
its prey. Whenever she did this she was always careful
to try not to wake me as she was an extremely
thoughtful lover. (Even when I did awaken though, I
would pretend to still be asleep, allowing both of us
to maximize the experience.)
When she finally fell asleep, I retuned the favor
tasting her sweet puckered asshole for the first time
in my life. The aroma from her glands wafting into my
nose had me performing a tongue ballet deep into her
anus that I had never even conceived I was capable of.
Repeating her actions that I found so pleasurable, I
breached the sphincter of her asshole numerous times.
The deeper I penetrated her, the greater my own
pleasure.
The next day on the beach, Larissa gloated in her
victory, assigning herself the crown "Queen of Virtue".
(She was quick witted and never missed an opportunity
for irony or a double-entendre.) However, she was very
gracious, and did not rub it in my face about my
untimely exit without displaying my goods. Cindy and
Sharon had decided they wanted to return home without
any tan lines and as such were now lying under the
blazing sun completely au naturale! Larissa thought
this was a grand idea and immediately joined them. Of
course we got the attention of everyone on the beach,
both male and female. I did feel a little out of place
still wearing both pieces of a two-piece micro bikini.
Cindy's beautiful long black hair had been rolled up
into a bun. It contrasted marvelously with the ample
38C breasts that were soaking up the rays. With her
very slim waist and hips she almost looked out of
proportion. But being only 5'-2" complimented her; she
was a package of dynamite! Her nipples were inverted as
some women's are, and the sun had turned her huge
saucer sized, normally very pale pink areola's a deep
shade of bronze. She had decided to let her pubic hair
grow naturally and thus she displayed a thick wiry
black bush which gave her clit and labia all the
privacy they deserved.
Sharon on the other hand was a beautiful brunette who
stood about 5'-6" and was barely able to fill out a 32A
cup. As she came out of the water, the bumps on her
chest seemed to be made up of all nipple and areola.
Her thick red areolas had contracted and swelled
forcing the nipples to stand at attention. She is a
sight to behold when she is aroused as her nipples
stick out at least three inches off her flat chest! Her
bulbous pale pink clit and wrinkly red labia were in
full view for anyone who wanted to see. Her hood had
retracted and as she had shaved her pubes almost
entirely, her clitoris was now peeking out past her
thighs, like a player in a game of hide-and-go-seek.
She had left only a small patch of somewhat longish
brown hair above her love button. She called it her
shag meter, saying that if she was really horny she
would know because the hair on her mons veneris would
stick out at least as far as her nipples.
Larissa re-aligned herself with the sun. And being her
usual self she raised her butt slightly and spread her
legs wide open. She then declared that she wouldn't
"have even a single tan line!" Not only were her labia
on full display to anyone walking along the waters
edge, but her tight, brown puckered asshole was fully
exposed too! She has very meaty labia minora, the kind
guys make fun of with comments like "double-bubble".
And for anyone who has ever had the pleasure of dining
on such a beautiful set of lips they know how hearty a
meal that they can provide.
After returning from our last spring break prior to
graduation we set our minds back on school, and the
daunting task of "passing the bar." Larissa found this
to be quite funny, as the irony of the words and her
demeanor were, well, exact opposites. She would be the
last person I would expect to pass a bar without going
in for a drink. Finding a thesis for Larissa came so
easily for her. She chose to write hers on, "Women
Extracting Power from Men through Law", the title said
it all.
She had finished her thesis more than three weeks prior
to the deadline and submitted it straight away. As a
result she got her grading back two weeks later. Ten
professors reviewed it, and she was given the highest
mark ever scored at UCLA, 998 out of a possible 1000.
(Two of the professors were straight females.) For this
she was awarded the stately honor of 'Graduate Cum
Laude', something awarded to only three other students
in the history of the school. Again, Larissa got more
of a laugh from the words than the award itself.
Now with only a week until my own thesis was due I sat
at the kitchen table staring at a blank piece of paper,
at a total loss for a topic. Larissa walked in wearing
only a sheer nightie, she was out late partying yet
again, and in a sleepy voice she said good morning. She
handed me the LA Times and plopped down in the seat
across the table from me. I brushed the newspaper aside
and told her I had to work on my thesis. However, even
in her semi-intoxicated stupor she was able to open the
Times to show me a small story written about her being
awarded UCLA's most prestigious honor. I could tell she
was excited about the story as she started to play with
herself under the table, something she has a tendency
to do when she gets excited.
I couldn't believe it, here was a woman who coasted
through school and partied more than Bozo the Clown,
yet she was worthy of an article on the fourth page of
the Times? As if being given the award wasn't enough,
now she was a minor celebrity! As her digital
activities intensified they became audibly clear. Her
fingers were soaked with her love juices; they
squelched going in and out of her hot honey pot. I
tried to ignore her but she insisted I read the story.
I quickly scanned her fifteen minutes of fame and told
her it was very nice. To dispel my hidden frustration I
continued to read the other stories in the Times. One
article which immediately caught my attention was
headlined 'Five Billion Lawyers: No Honor Amongst
Thieves!'
As I read on, the article stated that there were an
estimated five billion lawyers in the world! This
represented approximately half the entire population
now on earth. As such, everyone could be divided into
two categories: Lawyers and people that needed their
services. It continued on about how corrupt lawyers had
become in a society rife with litigation. The article
was packed with facts and stories of corrupt attorneys
concerned only about money, not their clients nor even
justice. One interesting point was how lawyers were now
acting as bail bondsmen for their clients by being the
financial backer of the bond. In this way they were
able to substantially increase revenues with minimal
risk.
I quickly highlighted this fact and felt I might just
have a topic for my thesis. I went to the couch to
research my topic on the web leaving Larissa alone in a
room now fully scented with her love aroma. Through
some research I became aware that there was a growing
hatred of lawyers in general and especially toward
wealthy ones. I now knew what I was going to write
about! I diligently worked sixteen hours a day for next
six days writing my paper. And week later, I had typed
the final exclamation point on a true masterpiece.
As is customary, the only element left was to give it a
title. As a poke of fun at both myself and my dearest
college friend and roommate, I gave my work the apt
title... 'LAWYER CUM LAUDE: BARE YOUR SOUL!' That
morning I proudly submitted my thesis for grading,
making the deadline with a full ten minutes to spare.
My professor noted that I was the last student to
submit my paper of the entire graduating class! And
with a sneer she remarked, "Only six pages dear, do
really think you will get a passing grade?"
I was crushed, almost in tears. Larissa having
overheard this and seeing my reaction came over to
consol me. And she did a great job of it by kissing me
passionately, full on the lips! As she was slipping her
tongue down my throat, she told me she though my thesis
was marvelous and that someday I would become a
fantastic lawyer, garnering fame and fortune.
She also turned to my professor and remarked, "You have
very nice tans lines, but if you ever want to be taken
seriously or be considered a REAL woman you should get
an allover tan!"
The only response from my professor was evident in the
rapidly growing redness appearing in both her cheeks.
And with that my college days were over. I started
working the following week as an intern at my fathers
Law practice. I lost touch with Larissa, Cindy and
Sharon within a matter of a few weeks, as we now had
very hectic schedules. They had all moved across the
city to work for one of the most prominent law firms in
the country.
Nearly seven months after graduation I finally received
a letter from the Dean's office at UCLA. Almost as an
afterthought, a single curt sentence stated that my
thesis was accepted and that I was now a lawyer. To
celebrate my father planned a lavish party to be held
New Year's Eve, inviting many of the city's elite
lawyers. Perhaps he was trying to pawn me off to
another firm, hoping no one would think nepotism was
the reason for my quick advancement in the firm.
Most interns are glorified secretaries, doing filing
and typing duties while they learn the business. Indeed
I had started out working on "Category III" cases the
day I had arrived. And after only two months was being
given a chance to help out with some low profile
"Category II" files. On one occasion I was even
consulted on what my father said was an important
"Category I" issue he had. All this was almost unheard
of for an intern who had not even officially passed the
bar yet. But now it was official and my pride was
bursting at the seams.
Someone tooted one of those stupid party favor paper
rollout whistles in my ear and I felt a headache coming
on. I needed another drink. My debutante party was
turning out to be a real dud. Perhaps most of the
guests knew I was not terribly interested in men in
general. Word may even have leaked around town that I
had never even slept with a man. The guests had slowly
trickled off after dinner and my grand coming out
seemed unfulfilled. Maybe this was indeed what Law was
all about; stuffy, boring and crass. As I was making
small talk with a couple of geeky young male lawyers,
someone came up behind me and put their hands over my
eyes.
In a low tone I was told, "At half past midnight you
are to go to the upstairs library and lock the door
behind you. Once inside you will find some items on the
table, follow the instructions left with the items."
I was intrigued by this turn of events. Was my father
planning something special for me...surely not? The
stroke of midnight came and went, and I truly felt that
the first day of the New Year had brought me nothing
special. It was almost 1AM when the last few guests bid
my father farewell. Seemingly this party was more about
him than me. Then it hit me, my presence had been
requested in the library! Perhaps I had consumed too
many drinks in hopes of quashing my disappointment in
the party to remember. Feeling a little light headed I
tackled the two flights of marble steps leading to the
library.
I swung the large oak door open and entered the
library. I closed the door behind me and bolted the
brass hatch from the inside. Then I slowly proceeded to
the table in the middle of the room. Perhaps I was
being cautious, or maybe the alcohol was slowing me
down. I took some time to scour my surroundings as any
good lawyer would. The room seemed quite normal with
the exception of what was on the table. There was a
blindfold and a large purple, velvet hand bag on the
table. A single sheet of white paper with the words
'BARE YOUR SOUL' written on it lay beside the bag. Only
one person I knew would set this up. So my instincts
told me to go with it. I proceeded to put on the
blindfold and sat up on the table to wait. I left the
contents of the bag to stir my imagination.
Shortly thereafter I felt a presence in the room. Then
someone lifted my right hand and was putting some kind
of cuff around my wrist. This was quickly followed with
another around my left wrist. At almost the same time
my shoes were removed and both my ankles received
similar treatment. I was becoming aware that there must
be a number of people in the room as I could hear a
great deal of activity.
A soft familiar voice whispered in my ear, "Are you
ready to bare your soul?"
Before I could get my reply out, my hands had been
raised over my head and the cuffs snapped on some sort
of device above me. I was helped to a standing position
and turned around to face the table. Then the cuff
boots on my ankles were secured to short chains bolted
to the floor about four feet apart. With the ominous
clicking sound of a ratchet filling my ears and I felt
my arms slowly being pulled to the ceiling. When the
horrid clicking stopped I was semi-standing or more
appropriately hanging, due to being hoisted nearly
entirely off the ground, in a spread-eagle position.
Someone began cutting away my clothing with the type of
scissors used by paramedics. In mere seconds I was clad
only in my sheer bra and panties.
Then another cooing whisper in my ear, "Are you ready
to bare you soul?"
Quickly I blurted out "NO!"
The voice calmly said "Ok then simply enjoy!" and with
that the blindfold was removed from my face.
As I squinted into the well lit room I realized there
were about fifteen people there, twelve men and three
women, all nude. The men all had full leather hoods
covering their heads with only the nose holes open to
allow breathing. The women were also naked, but two
were adorned with tattoos and piercings on many parts
of their bodies. The only person I recognized
immediately was Larissa. She walked up to me and gave
me huge wet kiss on my mouth.
"Hello Darling, I've missed you so much, how have you
been? You really must hang(out) with old friends more
often!"
Before I could answer a ball gag was placed in my mouth
and strapped tightly around the back of my head.
Larissa then told me if I did not want to participate I
could simply watch. To this I nodded my head up and
down. She reluctantly accepted my decision and waved to
the other ladies to start the proceedings. The events I
witnessed that night were truly eye opening for me.
The first order of business was to get the ladies in
the mood and from the velvet purse appeared a small
plastic bag containing some cocaine. All the men then
retreated behind me and I was not able to see what was
happening. From the moans and groans I heard, I
suspected that some of the men were getting lucky.
After about ten minutes and at least nine or ten very
vocal male orgasms, the three women gathered around me
by the table.
Larissa once again asked me if I would like to join in.
She said she would even remove the gag if I was
thirsty, and let me have a drink. Larissa told me she
had invented a new beverage and thought I ought to try
it. Before I could answer, one of ladies placed a
martini glass on the table in front of me. It was
obvious now where all the men had deposited the results
of their excitement.
This is when I recognized one of the other women. It
was Sharon and wow had she ever changed! The last time
I had seen her beautiful pale white skin it was
completely devoid of any ink. Now she was a canvas for
multiple tattoos and body piercings and had shaved her
head bald!
Then Larissa took some of the packet of cocaine and
sprinkled it in a pile on the table right in front of
me.
She smiled and said "Last chance, want to try some?"
This time I quickly nodded my head no. Once the table
was liberally covered with the white powder Larissa
took the martini glass and emptied its slimy white
liquid contents over the cocaine on the table. Then
Larissa pulled from the velvet purse a short clear hard
plastic straw and began mixing the ingredients on the
table. It began to fold together just like cake batter,
yet looked more like icing sugar. Once she felt it had
reached a fine consistency she expertly began
manipulating it into lines, creating six thick white
streaks each about half an inch apart and twelve inches
long.
She then exclaimed "Who's first?"
The bald lady (I continued to see Sharon as this new
person) came forward and took the straw from her. She
then snatched a handful of Larissa's flowing red mane.
She tilted Larissa head down to the level of the table
by tugging her voluptuous hair and said "Sweetie, you
are always first!"
With that she took the straw and inserted an inch of it
up into Larissa's right nostril and aimed the other end
of the straw at the first line of white goo on the
table.
The bald lady then looked directly up at me and with a
powerful voice said, "Ok Larissa, show your friend how
it's done!"
Larissa then placed a finger on her left nostril and
batted her eyes. With her mouth closed she slowly began
to draw air in through her nose. Soon the room was
echoing with slurping sounds as Larissa snorted the
precious mixture deep into her sinuses! When the first
white line had disappeared, the bald lady pulled
Larissa's head back up and quickly kissed her full on
the mouth.
Larissa seemed to be in a daze as the euphoric effect
of the substance took a hold of all her senses. The
combination of the intense burning sensation in her
sinuses with the salty taste making its way into her
throat were just too much for her and she collapsed in
a spasm of orgasms. Larissa was in heaven. The bald
lady motioned the other woman over to stand next to
her, along side Larissa's now slumping form on the
floor.
To my amazement I now recognize the third lady as
Cindy. She had also transformed her once natural creamy
beige skin into a tapestry of color. Her now bright
pink, short hair offsets the multiple large tattoos and
the at least ten readily visible piercings. Both of her
nipples are captured in four-inch long conical metal
thimble-like devices. At the outer end her nipples had
been pierced and they are now being extended to an
almost impossible length by these shields. Along the
length of the shield there are two additional peircings
each with a short metal rod slotted through them. What
once was an inverted nipple had now been modified into
a nipple/areola combination at least four inches long.
When Sharon saw me staring at Cindy's chest, she
explained that Cindy was getting a new piercing with
another extension added every month. The goal was to
have both of Cindy's tits become torpedo shaped, just
like she had seen in pictures from the 1950's & 1960's!
Then she would have permanent metal rods surgically
inserted through her breasts, which would allow them to
stick straight out, approximately eighteen inches off
of her chest. And if everything went as planned, her
new nipple/areola would extend an additional eight
inches, with a piercing every inch! Sharon even pointed
out that they had measured the diameter of Cindy's
areola and eight inches was easily achievable!
Without any further thought Sharon lowered Cindy's
head, stuck the same hard plastic straw an inch up
Cindy's right nostril and without a word exchanged,
another line of "Laude Juice" (as Larissa had named it)
disappeared! Cindy convulsed, and Sharon let her fall
on top of Larissa.
Sharon then bent her head down and sans aid of the
straw aligned her face directly over two of the closest
and straightest lines. She proceeded to inhale both
lines simultaneously with one powerful demonstration of
nasal suction. Sharon's face must have turned eight
different shades of red in the next sixty seconds and
her eyes moved in their sockets like a tetherball left
out in a hurricane.
For the next twenty minutes at least, Sharon continued
to gasp and suck in fresh air through her nose.
Continually coughing, gagging, and swallowing as she
tried to come to grips with the outrageous sensations
gripping her body. Sharon was obviously very
experienced with this technique yet even she was on the
limits of her control. At one point I thought her head
might literally explode, and at another point thought
it might start to spin around 360 degrees as I had seen
in an old movie once. Invariably, her eyes appeared as
if they would pop right out of their sockets.
Some thirty minutes later Larissa and Cindy regained
just enough of their bodily functions to return to the
moment and to the table top. Then only to have each of
their left nostrils filled with the glorified bounty
which again sent each spinning off into worlds unknown.
For her part, before she was done, Sharon licked the
table clean of any and all remaining substances and
proclaimed "Victory". Victory over what I still don't
know to this day. If Larissa were to package and market
this new "Laude Juice", I'm sure it would outsell Pepsi
and Coke combined.
My arms began to ache as I wondered if I was now going
to have to spend the night here so lewdly suspended. My
friends were on a trip to discover the new world,
leaving me to perhaps being discovered by the new
librarian. After another half hour or so, I really
can't nor want to remember, all three of them started
to come around again.
Now that the ladies were "warmed up", and the men had
sufficient time to "recharge", the party got underway.
From the velvet bag appeared a box of large safety
pins. Larissa instructed Sharon to lie across the
table. Cindy held Sharon's hand firmly above her head
as Larissa inserted the first safety pin completely
through Sharon's right nipple.
Sharon let out a little squeal as Larissa hooked the
pin closed. Larissa then stuck another pin through
Sharon's Left nipple. A third safety pin was inserted
deeper into Sharon's right areola half and inch behind
the first. Larissa was barely able to close the clasp
on it as the pin was mostly buried in Sharon's flesh. A
fourth safety pin repeated in the same manner as the
third gave Sharon a balanced appearance and a warm
glow.
At this point I experience an earth shattering G-spot
climax. And as my love nectar flowed from between my
legs, it soaked through my panties and dripped on the
hardwood floor directly under me. I really didn't care
who had witnessed it.
I can not say what happened next, nor over the course
of the rest of the night as I had passed out.
Exhaustion combined with the consumption of too much
alcohol earlier that evening, and the many thoughts of
sexual desire I was feeling sent me into never-never-
land.
The next morning I awoke in Larissa's arms in her bed.
After removing a safety pin from each of my own nipples
and three more from between my legs, I got up to make
some breakfast. I looked around her house and
discovered why all three ladies had chosen to work for
the other law firm. Wow did she ever live a lavish
lifestyle, they must be paying her quite well! Parked
in her garage were a 1969 Iso Grifo, a 2006 Bugatti
Veyron and an immaculate1964 Ferrari 250 GTO. Larissa
joined me in the pool mid morning, and I asked her how
she could afford all this. She just smiled and told me
she was a very good lawyer.
I couldn't believe it and pressed her for more
information. But she simply put me off with a big kiss
on the lips. And then she pressed back, quite
literally, by inserting two fingers in my pussy and
another up my ass. She told me how much she had wanted
to fist my butt the night before but would never do
anything like that to me while I was in such a state. I
simply smiled and replied that I was fully conscious
now, and that someday she must tell me all about what
had happen that night or better still re-enact it.
I didn't see any of the three ladies again until almost
three months later.
My phone rang and when I answered it a familiar voice
asked me out to lunch. I quickly said yes and we agreed
to meet at Larissa's house. Somewhat of a strange place
to meet for lunch I thought as I drove across town.
When I arrived, Larissa was looking very nervous and
she asked me to come in. She got right to the point.
She explained to me that she needed some help. My help
in fact.
It seems that her law firm had been engaging in
unscrupulous activities and although she herself was
not involved in any wrong doing Sharon and Cindy were.
Her request of me was fairly simple and straight
forward. They needed a defense attorney to represent
them from a firm other than their own for obvious
reasons. Seeing how I was a friend and a very good
attorney they asked if I would please help.
Before agreeing I inquired further of Larissa as to
what the offenses were and what role I would be
playing. She told me that they had been charged under
"Category I" statues and I was to sign on only as
secondary council. This meant it was a very serious
offence, but I, being secondary council would not have
first line responsibility. I was to act more as an
advisor or consultant than attorney.
After some thought I agreed, feeling this would be very
good experience for me in future "Category I" cases.
Larissa also told me that their firm would be posting
bail for both ladies once it was set. When I inquired
as to how much it might be she cringed, and told me
probably near $10,000,000 each. I though to myself that
this was an excessive amount but never considered it
much further. If her firm was willing to risk it, than
that was their business.
Later that day at Larissa's office I signed the
standard Attorney Declaration Agreement. After
reviewing the case file, we were ready to go to court
for the first examinations of discovery. These had been
set for the first day of the following month. March was
never my favorite month and I would be glad to flip the
calendar page over on it. But this left us with only
four days to prepare our defense argument. Over the
next four days we were too busy to watch television or
even pick up a newspaper.
As I entered the court room with Larissa I noticed this
L.A. city center court did things somewhat differently
than what I was accustom to. The metal detectors were
supplemented with a full body pat down search to check
for weapons and the interior setup of the courtroom
appeared to be much more sophisticated. All sorts of
weird apparatus were readily at hand here. When I asked
Larissa about this she simply told me it was all
standard photography and ID equipment.
The court gallery was much larger at this courthouse
than any I had seen in the past. Perhaps it was due to
this being a "Category 1" case, or maybe more people
took an interest in the Law these days. Regardless, on
this particular day every spectator seat was occupied
and there were even people standing out in the hall
waiting to get in. This courtroom had an upper
amphitheatre and it was filled to standing room only.
There was a huge presence of media and the photo
journalists were all eagerly vying for the best
location to gets some pictures. Whatever the reasons
for the public's interest, my usually keen sense of
these things was on holiday this morning and I failed
to recognize the obvious.
The courtroom doors were locked shut by two husky
security guards. The clerk asked that everyone stand up
and await the arrival of his majesty. When the chamber
doors opened there was a murmur and then a hush fell
over the room. I looked over to see a very good looking
woman of around thirty years old, walk confidently up
to the bench and sit down.
I leaned over to Larissa and inquired, "She looks
fairly young; do you know anything about her?"
Larissa promptly answered, "Don't be fooled by her
looks, she's extremely highly regarded by everyone I've
spoken with. Apparently she is the founder of, and is
chairing the Advisory Council on New Law. She also
volunteers at UCLA. I've been told she is fair, but
that she is also the most strict judge they have ever
come across!"
"Wow, does this mean trouble for us?" I ask.
"Well, you know UCLA." Larissa responds with a knowing
wink.
"Um, does that mean you have slept with her?" I
inquire.
"Take another really good look at her. You know I hate
to waste any time on actual sleep! But if you want me
to put it another way: I've steam cleaned her rug,
polished her points, rimmed her ring, been diving for
pearls in her oyster, and even rowed her little man in
the boat across the ocean!"
With one firm swing of the gavel the court is called
into session. The judge reads out the next case file.
It is of course ours, and things move very quickly from
here.
Another door on the opposite side of the room is swung
open and I recognized Cindy and Sharon. As they enter,
they are escorted awkwardly to the prisoner's box. It
seems strange that they should have trouble walking
across the room as they were not shackled nor cuffed in
any way. Perhaps they somehow managed to smuggle some
drugs into their cells and decided to free their minds
for the trial. That would be just like them too. They
were wearing funny looking baggy pants, and were bare-
chested from the waist up! Not at all like anything
have I ever seen in courtrooms before.
Curiously both ladies now had identical hair styles,
bald. The other mental note I made was of the
incredible changes to both ladies chests'. Cindy had
always been very top-heavy, but I could hardly believe
how prominent Sharon's chest now was. I asked Larissa
and she told me that all the experiments Sharon was
performing on Cindy were for her own eventual benefit.
Sharon was simply using Cindy as a test subject to see
what she could do to her own breasts.
I took another look at Cindy and was amazed at just how
long and narrow her breasts had become, truly torpedo
like. And I also saw that Cindy's nipple extenders had
grown by another two inches in length and now stood
straight out some six inches. And Sharon had been
correct. There was still a clearly visible part of the
areola on each breast which had not yet been pierced
nor drawn up into the shield to help form part of the
new nipple. I'm sure Sharon would eventually correct
that.
While the judge scans all the files before her, the
photographers get very busy snapping pictures of the
accused. I suspect many of the pictures taken are
focused on their chests rather than their faces as
quite a few of the photographers were opting to use
high power telephoto lenses. Some, even from as close
as four feet away, had huge magnifying lens adapters
screwed onto the end of their cameras. They were indeed
capturing both ladies full figures in their entire
splendor.
Then the judge asks for all of the attorneys present
for this case to approach the bench. Two women from the
prosecution side, a blonde standing no more than five
feet tall and a gangly brunette stood and walked to
bench with Larissa and me.
The judge was very deliberate, and asked us all if we
understood the case. We all answered affirmatively
together. Then the judge carefully reviewed each
Attorney Declaration Agreement individually. One at a
time she asked us to confirm that firstly we did indeed
sign it freely of our own will. And secondly that we
did indeed agree to abide by this courts proceedings.
One at a time the others all answered yes to each of
the judge's separate questions. When the judge looked
at me and asked me the same, I smiled and answered
affirmatively as well. She hesitated for a moment and
did a double take and then she went back and looked at
my file again. After another moment of deep thought she
raised her neatly plucked eyebrow.
She looked back at me and asked, "Are you the author of
'Cum Laude'? Are you the Veronika who wrote it?"
I was surprised and hesitated for a moment, not sure of
what she was getting at, then simply nodded a yes. How
could she connect me with my thesis? Could she have
been one of the academics to have taken more than six
months to read a mere six page thesis?
A bright smile overwhelmed the judge's face and she
then asked all of us to return to our seats. After a
moment had passed she slammed the gavel down with a
newly inspired vigor and everyone in the room froze.
She had attained exactly the atmosphere she was aiming
for and began to speak.
With a voice emitting tremendous confidence she
announced, "This trial will be a first of its kind. And
it will indeed be precedent setting."
Immediately all the curious spectators in the gallery
became excited as if something they had been long since
yearning for was now at hand.
She continued, "I'm very pleased to declare to the
court that this will be the first trial in history of
California to ever be conducted 'Attorney Cum Laude'!"
Immediately there was a great deal of commotion from
the every area of the courtroom. One of the prosecuting
attorneys, the blonde, stood up and asked to be
dismissed from the case.
BOOM! The gavel came down like a meteor striking the
earth. Silence befell the courtroom. No one dared even
so much as twitch.
The judge spoke in a strong clear voice, "From this
point forth anyone not in compliance with these
proceedings will be found in contempt of court. And I
promise you they will regret it!"
The room was again dead silent.
The judge then calmly said, "Let's begin shall we. We
will start with ID recordings, followed directly by
discoveries and from there on to bail requests."
Four female security guards approached the prisoner's
box. Cindy was led out first with Sharon right behind
her. Both were guided beneath one of the funny looking
contraptions I noticed when we first entered the room.
The judge instructed the guards to proceed with the ID
process. The guards began to remove the baggy garments
from both Cindy and Sharon.
To the surprise of many and shock of some in the
courtroom, the removal of the baggy pants revealed
Cindy and Sharon to each be fitted with a locking
chastity belt. A key was placed in the slot of each
ladies belt and turned. The form-fitting, shiny metal
front and rear casings unhinged and came away easily,
revealing a black rubber garment similar to underwear.
As the guard bent down and pulled on Sharon's
rubberized panty it was apparent there was more to this
device than met the eye.
With a loud plopping sound quickly followed by another
Sharon was free of the combination dildo plugger! The
removal of Cindy's rubber briefs revealed a match with
Sharon's. Four long and thick dildos now bounced about
obscenely. Fastened in pairs on only one end to the
inner crotch of the two rubber briefs they bobbed like
hotdogs on a stick over a roaring camp fire.
Along the shaft of each of the dildos are printed the
words: 'Acme Security Combo Plugger 10k V – GPS Homing,
Subject Location, Control & Punishment Monitors (Max.
10,000 volts, Pat. Pending)'.
The two ladies now stood naked before the court.
Wrist restraints similar to those I had worn the night
of my party are now fastened to each lady's wrists and
a spreader bar is lowered from the ceiling. Both ladies
have their arms raised over their heads and attached to
the bar and soon are being hoisted off the ground. Once
they are clear of the floor they are photographed from
numerous angles and positions. Special attention is
paid to the many tattoos each have.
I noticed that Cindy's head wasn't the only freshly
shaven area. For the first time I get to see what an
amazing vulva she has without the cover of a hairy
bush. Her labia are a dark shade of crimson, almost
black. They are quite thick, and they really stand off
from her body. Perhaps this is due in part to the
wearing of the aforementioned briefs. Ironically the
only place Cindy has any hair now is under her arms,
where thick black streaks have grown. It is apparent
she had not shaved there in some time.
After a complete ID was recorded both the ladies are
lowered to the ground. A guard returns with the freshly
washed briefs and goes about replacing them on the
ladies. Cindy is first and she actually lets out an
audible moan of pleasure as the device neatly slips
into place between her legs.
Reinstatement of Sharon's brief is a little more
troublesome and after a minute or two of struggling,
the judge walks over to the guard to see what the
problem is. After surveying the situation and checking
to see that both dildos are properly seated at the
entrances to their respective orifices correctly, the
judge moves in behind Sharon. The judge firmly grips
both sides of the rubber briefs with an experienced
hand. Applying just the right amount of upward force
the judge executes a perfect wedgie that I'm sure
Sharon will never forget. Both of the prisoners are
then ordered back to the prisoner's box, with Sharon
somewhat slower to respond than Cindy.
Then the judge says "and now will the attorney's please
step forward."
Reluctantly, all four of us approached the bench. The
blonde lady who had earlier requested she be dismissed
begins to put up a fuss. The gavel again sets the room
straight.
"Guards please proceed" comes from the judge.
My mind was racing now as I frantically try to remember
just what exactly I had written in my thesis a year
ago! And or how or why could it possibly ever come to
be practiced in a court of law.
As Larissa is nearest to the guards she is the first to
lose her shirt. Her breasts stand proudly on display
for the room. Her nipples rise to full bloom. She
eagerly anticipates her lower half being revealed to
the court.
I looked at Larissa and she simply shrugs at me and
says "you wrote it babe, and it sounded pretty damn
good at the time."
The judge decides that now is a good time to inform the
ignorant of just what it means to be 'Attorney Cum
Laude'. And she does a pretty good job explaining it
too.
Larissa, sensing she is being hoisted and photographed,
makes the most of it and plays to the moment.
The judge enthusiastically tells the court, "Due to the
overwhelming number of lawyers, rampant corruption
among them, and sheer ambivalence they show..."
Larissa's most precious parts are now openly displayed
to the room and all the cameras present. She acts
entirely natural, as if this were the way every woman
should feel about herself and indeed offer themselves.
"...it was clearly time to give some of these
barristers food for thought."
Finally Larissa is lowered her ID processing completed.
Her expression is of delight, yet a hint of
disappointment shows. The focus is now on the brunette
from the prosecution team, as she is stripped.
"And what better way to do it than as describe in six
simple pages by a very bright UCLA graduate."
Larissa is steered toward a table off to the side of
the judge's bench. Here four more black rubber briefs
have been laid out along with a large selection of
interchangeable dildos that easily fasten in two
locations to the crotch of the briefs.
"What the student proposed was that any lawyer involved
in a "Category I" trial case (reserved for the most
serious offences) should find themselves on equal
footing with their clients to ensure they will provide
the best defense possible."
The brunette is now completely naked, and she is a fine
specimen.
"Thus all lawyers will be subject to the same treatment
as the persons on trial."
Unseen by the other three lawyers, Larissa is admiring
how well her stylish new briefs fit.
"Any lawyer representing a client will agree to abide
by the terms of the court or face charges."
The brunette is blushing noticeably now as her long
slender arms are drawn up and stretched skyward.
"They will agreeably be ID in the same manner as all
defendants."
The brunette has a spectacular rack, perhaps 38D with
large brown, oblong areolas.
"These six pages will serve as a stark reminder to
every lawyer of their sworn duty upon which the oath of
hypocrisy was taken."
(My words were coming ringing back to me. Jesus it
sounds as if they wrote the law word for word based on
my thesis!)
The brunette's areolas distend vertically not only
because she is being suspended, but also simply due to
the weight of her own breasts themselves.
"This new 'Attorney Cum Laude' law having been duly
past into statutes January 1, 2019. And further to,
having successfully withstood the pre-execution 'three-
month adjudication' period prior to being enacted."
Some women experience this even when holding their arms
above their head. The areola appears to be oddly
elongated especially when aroused.
(Christ, if only I could think clearly, what else had I
wrote in that damn paper?)
"The reasonable outcome of which will be better
representation for all accused as well as a stronger
prosecution of criminals. Thus the requirement to treat
both defense attorneys and prosecuting attorneys
equally so."
The brunette was sporting a huge area of jet black fur
between her legs. Her "triangle" was more of a
trapezoid!
My nose was telling me how excited I was. While at the
same time the sweat building up beneath my arms and on
my upper lip betrayed my nervous anxiety as I awaited
my own, now seemingly inevitable, "moment of truth".
All the years I had resisted and fought the urges to
display myself publicly or to men were now ironically
going to be set aside by my very own words of wisdom.
"This subject is now ID completed your honor" the guard
states..
"Very well then, proceed with the next one." the judge
responds.
"You FUCKING BASTARDS! You can't do this to me, you
ASSHOLES!" Comes from the mouth of the short blonde
prosecuting attorney.
The boom of the gavel is quickly followed by the
judge's voice, "My dear I have here your signed sworn
Declaration Agreement as well as a secondary verbal
confirmation on tape prior to commencing, that you will
cooperate. Thus we can and will do this, as well as
everything else requested by this court. Proceed!!"
"That blonde attorney sure is feisty" are the words
Larissa chooses as her first to me since being allowed
to return to her seat, albeit without her shirt or bra,
but now modeling her fancy new black rubber undies!
Gingerly, Larissa lowers herself onto her chair.
"All lawyers are to be treated in the same manner as
those people on trial...thus all lawyers will at all
times when in the courtroom be topless." Continuing the
judge adds, "That is to say that since prisoners are
not allowed to wear any garments above the waist, so it
shall be that lawyers will not wear anything above the
waist."
(I chuckle to myself, I had slipped that clause into my
paper as a Freudian joke of sorts, and shit here it is
now in law! Well at least Larissa will have one good
thing to say about my thesis.)
The blonde is now dragged kicking and screaming to the
staging area beneath the hoist. She's simply wild with
rage, her long blonde locks slashing through the air as
she thrashes about.
"Furthermore, all attorneys shall be subject to the
same location monitoring and control as the
defendant(s) for the duration of the trial. Note:
current requirements stipulate the Acme Security Combo
Plugger 10k V model, with enhanced anti-tamper chamber.
Suitably tight fitting wands required as per
manufacturer recommendations to prevent malfunctions."
"You COCKSUCKING WHORES!" Spouts the blonde.
"Ignore the commentary and proceed with the
dispossession of her clothing" retorts the judge.
"YOU BITCH!"
"If you persist I shall have no choice but to impose
penalties, and they will be severe."
"YOU FUCKING SLUTTY CUNT!"
"Very well then, this subject shall receive five
lashes!"
"YOU FILTHY FUCKING TWAT MOTHERFUCKER BITCH CUNT!"
"Ten lashes then."
"YOU'RE A DEPRAVED...SHITSTAIN!!"
"Twenty lashes it shall be! Continue."
Larissa watches intently as the blonde wrestles with
the guards, continuing to spew out insults at the
judge. It's necessary to secure her arms and legs prior
to the denuding. The judge seeing that no deterrent
will silence the verbal onslaught orders the blonde
gagged. Once she is secured by both her legs and arms
and the gag is firmly in place, the judge instructs the
guards to blindfold her and then to have her hoisted
spread-eagled.
The judge now tells the guard to begin the denuding.
Slowly the guard cuts away the blonde's top. After her
skirt is removed she hangs, only in her lacey
underwear. The judge gets up and moves over to the
subject and takes the scissors from the guard so as to
complete the task herself. Placing the scissors under
the strap of the right shoulder the judge swiftly cuts
the strap free.
In an instant the subject's right breast pops into full
view of the entire room. And there, for the whole world
to see, tattooed across her right breast just above her
nipple, in bold blue letters surrounded by many small
ruby red hearts, is a single curving word: L E S B I A
N The judge undeterred, continues by snipping her left
bra strap. Again a gorgeous breast swings free, and in
the same fashion only this time tattooed in green and
surrounded with many small red roses: L A R I S S A
I glance over at Larissa and with a sheepish grin she
winks back at me.
With the assistance of a guard the brunette attorney
now slowly makes her way back to her seat. Apparently
she is not as quick to adapt to the intoxicating effect
of her new black undergarment, as Larissa was. She
stumbles twice crossing the floor and her voluptuous
breasts jiggle menacingly. As she stands up straight
again her buxom fleshly orbs appear to be vellicating
merely from the shear number of eyes feasting upon
their bountiful glory.
The judge expertly makes three quick cuts to the
blonde's crotch soaked panties and they fall
unceremoniously to the floor, revealing for the first
time the attorney's full thick natural blonde bush. In
her state of current arousal the blonde attorney is
producing copious amounts of natural lubrication,
matting her pubic hair extensively. The judge opts to
embarrass the attorney more than hurt her and decides
to start by flowering her labia. With an expert touch
of her left hand the judge splays the blonde's moist
labia for all to see her glistening pink innards.
The brunette is sweating profusely as she finally
approaches her seat. It appears she may pass out when
suddenly she lets out a loud shriek. She is wracked by
orgasm as she slumps down into the chair. The fifteen
paces she just walked have permanently altered her
impressions on the ability of an inanimate object to
produce a climax in a woman!
Then the judge states another point of fact of the new
law. "Any attorney found to be uncooperative may be
disciplined in a fashion as so chosen by the sitting
magistrate of the court. This may include ID
replication from client to attorney. I.E. making the
appearance of the attorney similar to that of the
client of which this may include permanent replications
such as tattooing, piercing, styling of hair etc. This
all at the sole discretion of the sitting judge."
Larissa looks over at me and smiles, having remembered
that part of my thesis. She is undoubtedly already
dreaming of a judgeship and will certainly relish the
day she herself is appointed to the bench as a gavel
jockey.
(I cringe and try to remember what kind of drunken,
drug induced state I could have been influenced by when
I wrote that into my thesis. Basically I was giving the
judge the right to do just about anything to an
attorney!)
The judge then smiles broadly and requests a cordless
hair trimmer been sent for. A selection of whips and
paddles are placed at the ready for the judge to
choose.
The judge picks up a twelve foot bullwhip and snaps it
in the air. The courtroom goes silent once again. The
judge orders the subject be rotated 180 degrees, thus
placing her in an inverted position as she is suspended
from her ankles but now spread-eagled in an almost
perfect 'X' shape.
Now with the blonde's breasts sagging toward her chin
another surprise becomes visible. Neatly tattooed on
the underside of her left breast is the word "WHIP",
and on the underside of her right breast "ME!" Had she
been standing on her feet the two words would have been
upside-down and of course hidden. However, they were
intentionally inscribed this way. Thus only displayed
and legible when the short blonde attorney was upside-
down in a position where her breasts fell towards her
face.
With the flick of a seasoned pro the judge catches the
unsuspecting blonde with the whip full across her
chest, leaving a visible reddening welt on both of her
creamy white breasts. Surprisingly the blonde is now
very quiet and only a whimper can be heard through the
gag, perhaps because her secrets have been outted, or
maybe her spirit has been broken.
Another two expertly placed strikes unveil the judge's
years of experience in this form of corporal
punishment. Then having only marked the blondes
breasts, both her full ass cheeks and her pubic area,
the judge puts down the whip and returns to the bench.
She had administered a mere three blows total.
Shortly a cordless trimmer is handed to the judge. The
judge returns to the suspended form and after removing
the gag, and blindfold asks her if she is prepared to
cooperate fully. With the determination of mule the
blonde refuse to answer and with the flick of a switch
the cordless trimmer comes to life. The first target is
an easy one, as the judge is now just about at eye
level with the short blondes golden fleece. As the
trimmer is set about its task, the attorney squirms
frantically against her bonds. The restraints hold fast
to no ones surprise and the newly "bald beaver"
attorney seems unmoved by it. With the touch of a
connoisseur dipilator the judge has exposed the
attorney's finest asset!
Again the judge asks for a cooperative response from
the blonde, and once again the blonde with the now
gloriously exposed bald beaver refuses to 'willingly'
submit. Needing to save face, yet loath to continue
flogging the attorney, the judge is left with little
choice but continue with the hair removal tactic.
The judge allows the attorney yet another chance to
resolve the standoff. However again the blonde is
defiant. "As you wish my dear, truly a pity though" the
judge whispers in her ear.
On the first pass the judge shears off a two inch wide
swath from the right side of her head. The silky long
hair which only moments prior was hanging down
provocatively from the short lady's inverted head, now
lies silently on the courtroom floor. After three more
similar passes the attorney has only two thirds of her
once glorious mane still hanging in a flowing manner
from her frame.
The judge moves to the other side and then proceeds to
continue with the lesson. After another four cuts the
attorney is left with a long Mohawk cut covering only
the top four inches on the centre top part of her head.
Still not willing to relent as she views the courtroom
from an inverted perspective, (perhaps contemplating
how upside-down these proceedings have become), and now
obviously committed to being bald, the attorney simply
dares the judge with piercing eyes. The judge doesn't
back off though and completes the job with another four
tidy stroke over the top of her head.
"Very well then would anyone else like to say
something?" No one dares speak, so the judge rephrases
her question: "Can anyone suggest a more suitable
punishment?"
Quickly Larissa raises her hand and after getting a nod
from the judge says, "Perhaps I have a better idea, she
could be punished in a more humiliating manner, such as
I have witnessed in the past."
"Go on" answers the judge.
"Well all I need is a turkey baster, a form of medium
solution and.... well.... and.... er.... some coke"
states Larissa.
"Ok then does anyone have a bottle of 'Coca Cola'?"
asks the judge. After a short pause a turkey baster is
the only item presented.
With no other responses forthcoming Larissa smiles and
tells the judge that wasn't the kind of coke she was
referring to anyway. The judge is shocked, and tells
Larissa that there will be no cocaine in her courtroom.
"Ok then," says Larissa, "I think we may be able to
make do with just a pure form of medium. Have any of
you ever had water go up your nose, say at a swimming
pool or for that matter had Coca Cola go up their nose
when drinking it? It's a pretty awful feeling right.
Well I propose to shoot a medium fluid up the blonde
attorney's nose to set her straight!"
The judge contemplates this for a moment and says ok,
"But what kind of medium do you propose will provide
adequate punishment?"
Larissa quickly says she will need two female and
twelve male volunteers and assures the judge that the
little blonde "will soon get her comeuppance!"
The judge orders Sharon and Cindy to be the female
"volunteers" and very quickly dozens of willing males
are lining up in front of the prisoner's box. A mere
fifteen minutes later Larissa is dipping the turkey
baster into the bottom of a glass extracting nine or
ten ounces of warm white gooey liquid up into the tube
portion of the turkey baster. When the tube part of the
turkey baster is full, Larissa tips it back and
continues to fill up the ball portion as well adding
another eight or nine ounces of the liquid goop.
All eyes are now on the blonde's inverted face as
Larissa moves close to her. The judge moves within
inches of the attorney's face to bare witness to the
administration. Larissa is holding the ball of the
turkey baster very gentle so as not to put any undo
pressure on it. With her left hand Larissa tugs the
attorney's left ear and manipulates her head in a
slight upwards forward tilt. The judge assists by
holding the attorney's right ear in a similar fashion.
With the skill of a surgeon Larissa tips the nozzle of
the baster up to and then into the blonde's left
nostril and in one fluid motion squeezes the rubber
ball like end.
Instantaneously there is a reaction from the subject as
the pure unadulterated fluid shoots through her
sinuses, and is forced (against all laws of physics) up
her throat. There is so much white liquid and it's
traveling with such force that a jet of the lily white
fluid comes spurting back out her right nostril. It
splashes across the judge's face coating her nose and
lips like a glazed donut. A pool of joy juice forms at
the back of the blonde's mouth. The attorney is
swallowing as fast as she can to prevent herself from
choking. Her sinuses are a rage of fire as she tries
desperately to cope with the onslaught of pleasure.
An immense eruption from her loins splashes forth as
she experiences a G-spot orgasm and bathes the judge
yet again, this time with her own womanly nectar. The
judge looks as if she has just stepped in from being
out in a thunderstorm! She is visibly licking her lips
and sensing another eruption she attaches her mouth in
a lip lock with the subject's labia.
The attorney does not disappoint her and a literal
fountain of honey nectar is deposited directly into the
judge's gullet from a second G-spot contraction. The
entire courtroom bares witness to the judge's throat
muscles as they are feverishly devouring the treat
voluntarily. The judge's esophagus is working fervently
to cope with the power washing it is receiving.
Larissa is extremely pleased with herself and seeing
how the turkey baster is still half full she tilts her
head back and opens her mouth. She moves the baster in
as far as possible so only the rubber ball end is
outside her lips. Then with the cunning of a cat she
places her right hand over the ball and in swift motion
squeezes it firmly. The pure bliss expressed on her
face tells it all, as she delegates to gravity the
completion of her task.
I am in awe of Larissa; she is able to so
comprehensively control any situation, with any
audience, at any time.
I contemplate my own immediate future.
Here I stand, my conscience exposed and awaiting to be
tried.
Comments, opinions, and your "verdict" are encouraged
and welcomed.
This is my first story.
Please respect all rights of copy.
Ringle
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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