Law & Order: TGIF
by Karens Oh 

***

This story is based on the characters from the show 
"Law and Order", which is a personal favorite of mine. 
The main character in this story is Claire Kincaid, the 
young assistant district attorney played, until this 
year, by Jill Hennessey. Unfortunately, Claire's 
character died at the end of last season, but this is a 
retrospective to an earlier time. (FF, nc, v, spank, 
parody)

***

"Thank God for Friday!" Claire Kincaid was certainly 
happy this week was over. As she left the bar near the 
Criminal Justice Building, she reviewed in her mind the 
events that took place during the Jason Mackey trial. 
It was a case that felt so good to win, because the 
defendant was so utterly contemptible. 

Jason Mackey, the eighteen year old son of a wealthy 
New York businessman, was charged with the brutal 
assault of another boy at his exclusive, private high 
school. Jason had been running his own little syndicate 
at the school, not for the money (he had plenty of that 
already), but for the feeling of power and control it 
gave him. 

He and his friends, including girlfriends, extorted 
money from their classmates and were quite ruthless 
with those who declined to pay. Beatings and vandalism 
eventually lead to the incident that proved to be 
Jason's undoing. When one particular classmate 
continued his refusal to pay, Jason pushed him out a 
second-story window. The poor kid was now a paraplegic. 

Jason's father, of course, hired the best lawyers 
around, who used every trick in the book to circumvent 
the system. And Jason's friends were always in the 
courtroom, staring trying to intimidate the jury and 
the prosecution team with menacing stares. Claire even 
got some threatening calls, a girl telling her to "back 
off, or be very, very sorry." She thought they came 
from Jason's girlfriend, Delia Hollis, but she couldn't 
be sure. She had to admit, they rattled her. 

All that may have worked, too, had a certain assistant 
DA not held her ground and played the jury so well. 
Claire's boss, Jack McCoy, had given the summation to 
her, and she did, frankly, an absolutely magnificent 
job, persuading the jury that the boy was not only 
guilty, but evil. They couldn't get the boy for 
attempted murder, but they did get felonious assault 
and conspiracy and twelve years in prison. 

So Claire and Jack went to their usual spot for a few 
celebratory drinks after the big win. She had stayed a 
little longer and drank a little more than she had 
planned, and now she noticed it was starting to get 
dark. She sped her pace a little, wishing she had 
parked in a less isolated spot. Placing her key in the 
car door, she heard a noise behind her. Suddenly, hands 
grabbed her. Before she could look around, a blindfold 
covered her eyes. Duct tape was suddenly on her mouth, 
suppressing her scream. She knew she was in trouble. 

A girl's voice whispered in her ear, "I told you you'd 
be sorry, bitch." Claire was scared. She could tell 
there was a larger group surrounding her, but couldn't 
tell how many. Then she was pushed into the back seat 
of a car, and sped off to parts unknown. 

About twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop. The 
girl in the back with Claire pushed her out. From the 
sound of shutting doors, Claire could tell there was at 
least one other car. The whole group began walking, 
pushing Claire along in front of them. 

Metal doors opened and closed. The sound of their 
"clank" reverberated through what seemed to be a large 
open space. Claire was led for some ways, until the 
group stopped. As the blindfold and tape were removed, 
Claire saw the deceivingly sweet-looking face of Delia 
Hollis, obviously the ringleader of this group. The 
large room was empty except for a padded chair. 

There were five other girls, all similar in age (17 or 
18 was Claire's guess) and looking just as well-bred 
and clean as Delia. Oddly, they all wore skirts, which 
not only was unusual for any group of teenage girls 
these days, but was inconsistent with the tougher 
outfits she had seen in the courtroom. Under normal 
circumstances, Claire would have thought these were 
just some nice kids on their way to the mall or 
something, but from what she had seen and heard during 
the recent trial, she knew that was way off base. 

She tried to reason with them. "Look," she said, "this 
is crazy. What do you think will happen when they find 
out you kidnapped an assistant district attorney?" 

But Delia was not at all concerned. "They aren't gong 
to find out," she said. 

A feeling of horror stirred in Claire's chest. "My 
God," she thought, "are they going to kill me?" 

Then Delia continued, "There's no way you're going to 
tell anybody what happens here, Miss District Attorney. 
Because you'll never want anyone else to know about the 
things we're going to do, you and us." 

Claire's breath was uneven now as her fear and 
apprehension grew. "What are you going to do to me?" 
she asked finally, hardly wanting to hear the answer. 

"You'll find out soon enough. You see, Ms 'KINK-AID', 
I'm pretty upset that you sent my Jason away in prison. 
That wasn't very nice, you know. Now I'm without a 
boyfriend, and he's locked up with a bunch of pervert 
convict." 

"Look, I was just doing my job..." Claire interrupted. 

"Shut up! You know what it's like in prison, don't you, 
Ms Kink-aid? But you didn't give a shit! You put him 
away because it was 'justice'! Well, we're going to get 
a little justice of our own now. Okay, ladies, strip 
her." 

In a flash, the other girls were pulling off her 
clothes, popping buttons, tearing her suit. In short 
order, Claire stood among the six girls, naked except 
for her panties. 

"Put her over the chair," came the next order. 

Claire's head was spinning. This was all happening so 
fast, so strangely. She tried to think... what could 
she do? Before she could react, she was bent over the 
back of the chair, her wrists tied to the front legs, 
her barely-covered buttocks jutting out behind her. 

"Okay, Ms Kink-aid," Delia taunted, "now we're going to 
get our justice. Only we don't have any prisons or 
jails to send you to, so we'll have to use a different 
style of justice - Singapore style." 

Claire started to panic as she understood the true 
meaning of Delia's words. They were going to cane her! 
After pulling unsuccessfully on her bindings, she tried 
to use her skills, arguing with them, "Hey, come on, we 
don't need to do this..." 

Delia laughed at her. "No, you don't need this, do you? 
But we do. And we're going to get it." 

Claire heard a swooshing noise and looked up to see one 
of the girls holding what was to be the instrument of 
her punishment. It wasn't a cane, but a large, evil-
looking paddle, about eighteen inches long and three or 
four inches wide. Five holes were drilled out of its 
center to cut wind resistance, and these created the 
whistling sound as it swept through the air. 

"So let's see, what did Jason get, Ms Kink-aid," Delia 
continued, "twelve years? I think the payback calls for 
at least a three strokes for each year, don't you 
girls?" 

Claire heard the other girls mutter their agreement, 
but her mind was racing now. "Twelve ... three ... 
thirty-six! My God! There's no way I can take that!" 
she thought. Claire knew her own tolerance for pain, 
and it was definitely low. A simple paper cut would 
cause her severe discomfort for days. She couldn't 
imagine what that vicious paddle would feel like when 
it slammed into her backside. 

Claire was immobile, stunned, as she heard Delia 
command, "Take down her panties. Just to the knees." 

Two hands gripped the waistband of Claire's bikinis and 
lowered them to just above her knees. She was fully 
exposed now, her pale white cheeks completely 
accessible to them, her panties pulled down like a 
naughty schoolgirl's. 

"Look, can't we talk about this?", she asked hopefully. 

"You did all your talking in court, bitch. Now it's 
time to pay for it." 

Suddenly Claire heard that noise again, followed by a 
loud "WHAP!" It took a second or so for her to actually 
feel the result, but it came with a startling, searing 
heat through both buttocks. A scream sprang from her 
lips as she jerked involuntarily against her 
restraints. Her eyes were wide with the shock and pain 
of the paddle's impact. The paddle hurt even more than 
she'd ever imagined it would. She struggled for 
control, trying to maintain some dignity despite her 
position. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps. 

She heard the girls taunting her, commenting on the 
paddle's effects, the deep red blotch it had created on 
her sensitive skin. Then there was that awful swoosh 
and another wave of stinging pain shot through her. 
This time it drew just a short shriek as Claire 
clenched her teeth to suppress anything more. Her eyes 
shut tightly and her whole body shivered as she tried 
to remain quiet despite the pain in her backside. 

Claire stared intently at the floor. She heard 
shuffling behind her as Delia passed the paddle to 
someone else. She heard the swoosh and tensed up, but 
felt nothing. Then she heard it again and realized the 
girl was practicing, warming up. A short silence, then 
that dreadful sweep and "SMACK! ... SMACK!  ... 
SMACK!!" in quick succession. Unable to hold back 
anymore, Claire lost her composure, howling in agony. 

A couple of the girls whooped in appreciation of 
Claire's reaction. "Nice job, Mara!" they said with a 
laugh. "Hey, lady, how's your butt feel?" they taunted, 
"Getting a little hot back there? Wow, look at her 
ass!" 

Tears filled Claire's eyes now. "Why are you doing this 
to me?" she sobbed. 

Delia's voice was filled with hate. "Because you 
deserve it, you bitch! You deserve a punishment you'll 
never forget. And I'm going to make sure you get it. 
I'm going to enjoy listening to you scream." 

Claire couldn't believe this was happening to her. 
Surely someone would stop it, would come through the 
door and rescue her from her tormentors. But her reason 
told her that no one was around, that no one knew where 
she was, that no one would hear the screams that she 
knew were inevitable. She was at the mercy of these 
ruthless young women. Her only course was to endure it 
and hope that they were not crazy enough to kill or 
maim her. 

"Who's next?" she heard Delia say. From the sound of 
her voice, Claire could tell that the girl was 
stimulated by seeing her punished. That sent a nasty 
chill up her spine. 

"Me!" came an enthusiastic reply. Another girl stood 
behind her, anxious for her chance to blister the young 
lawyer's tender derriere. 

"No, wait a minute," someone said. "Just a second..." 
Then softly, almost sweetly, "Say, Claire." 

Startled at the near-friendly use of her given name, 
Claire looked over at the speaker. A sudden flash of 
light filled her eyes. Then she realized - they had 
taken a picture. They had a photograph of her, bound 
over the chair, panties down, her bottom crimson with 
the effects of their labor. And since she had looked 
over at the camera, the photo would clearly show who it 
was in this demeaning position. 

Claire just dropped her head. A groan of defeat fell 
from inside her, ending in a hopeless sob. The girls 
laughed at her despair. 

"Sssswack!" Another jolt of pain filled her throbbing 
hindquarters. More sobs escaped her lips as the girl 
behind her paused to admire her handiwork. She couldn't 
believe how Claire's previously milky white cheeks had 
been transformed into two fiery red orbs. It was a very 
arousing sight. Unable to contain her excitement, she 
gave Claire three more hard and fast swats. 

"Aaaaaaa... AAAIIIIIEEEE!" Claire's screams echoed 
through the empty building now as she began to cry 
uncontrollably. "P-Pleeeease..." she begged. "Stop... I 
can't take any more!" 

Delia was high on the spectacle before her. She had 
reduced this proud, sophisticated woman to a pitiful 
mess, blubbering like a baby, pleading for mercy. 
"Ahhh, Ms. Kincaid, of course you can," Delia said in 
mock sympathy. "And you will. After all, you wouldn't 
want these other girls to miss out on their fun, would 
you?" 

The other three girls did have their "fun", each 
paddling Claire, giving the poor woman several good 
smacks on the ass, until she had endured more than she 
thought possible. Then Delia took the paddle again and, 
with renewed enthusiasm, gave Claire five more hard 
ones, covering every inch of her already burning 
globes. The last, momentous swat covered both cheeks, 
driving the chair and Claire's body forward a good six 
inches. 

By now Claire had lost all control and was crying out 
in one long, continuous wail. Her butt felt like 
someone was holding a hot iron to it. In her urgent 
need to relieve the pain, she shifted around, wiggling 
her tail frantically. First one leg, then the other 
raised up toward her abused bottom in a desperate 
attempt to relieve the stinging heat. Several more 
flashes filled the air as the girls recorded their 
handiwork. Between frantic gasps and sobs, Claire began 
to beg, "Please...oh God, please... stop! No more! 
Please... anything... I'll do anything! Just please 
stop! PLEASE!!" 

"Say, 'Please stop spanking my butt, Delia'," Delia 
said. "Say it!" 

"P-p-please s-stop spanking my butt, Delia," Claire 
dutifully repeated. 

"Say, 'Even though I deserve it.'" 

"Even though I deserve it," Claire sobbed. 

"Say, 'And everything else you're going to do to me'" 

A new fear gripped Claire at these words, but she had 
no choice. "And .. and everything... else... you're 
going to do to me." 

"Good girl," Delia said sarcastically, as her hand gave 
Claire a playful, but painful smack on the rear. "We 
were ready for the next event anyway." 

Claire thought they might untie her, but they left her 
there, over the chair, wondering what would happen 
next. She heard some activity behind her, but couldn't 
tell what was happening. Then she felt Delia standing 
directly behind her and heard her say, "You know what 
nasty things happen in prison, don't you, Ms Kink-aid? 
Do you know what can happen to people when you send 
them away? Well, you'll see." 

In horror, Claire felt something cool and wet being 
pushed between her buttocks, then Delia's hands on her 
hips. "Oh my God, no!" she cried, "please... not 
that... don't!" 

The other girls began to low, taunting chant as Delia 
held the fake penis against her entry point. "Rape her! 
... Rape her!... Rape her! ... Rape her! ... Rape her!" 
They smiled at one another, thoroughly enjoying the 
complete humiliation of the young district attorney. 
Claire continued her pleas, straining to see behind 
her, "No... come on... please don't..." 

Delia cut her off, "Say, 'Please don't rape me Mistress 
Delia.'" 

Claire started, "Please don't rape me, Mistress Delia." 

"Say, 'Please don't put that up my butt!'" 

Claire sobbed, "Please don't put that up my 
bu..uunghhAAAA!!!!!" 

Before Claire could finish the sentence she felt the 
pressure on her anus, then felt herself opening up as 
the long, hard object began to enter her. It moved an 
inch or so and then, with a sudden, savage thrust, 
split her cheeks and jammed all the way inside. Another 
squeal filled the air as the stinging on the surface of 
her bottom was augmented by a stabbing pain deep in her 
bowels. Her tender rectum was filled to capacity with 
the girl's evil tool. 

As the other girls cheered her on, Delia began to 
enthusiastically pound Claire's backside, hammering 
into her for all she was worth. Each time the fake 
penis was rammed up her ass, Claire responded, so that 
a rhythmic "Ow... ow... ow... ow... ow... owwwwww!" 
reverberated through the empty room. 

As the onslaught continued, Delia enjoyed making her 
suffer, thrusting harder and harder into the 
increasingly raw flesh of Claire's asshole. Overwhelmed 
and broken, Claire's outcries gradually diminished 
until they were finally reduced to quiet grunts and 
whimpers. 

"Hey, I think she kind of likes this," Delia said to 
her friends. "Maybe we should all give it to her." 

Hearing this, Claire managed to respond with a woeful, 
"Noooooo! Please..." but Delia was only playing with 
her. She already had other things in mind. Roughly 
pulling out of Claire's ass, she had her friends remove 
her from the chair. "Tie her legs to those pipes," she 
said, pointing to two pipes about four feet apart. 

Soon Claire was lying face up in the floor, her ankles 
tied securely to the two poles. The rough floor of the 
factory hurt as it rubbed against her tender bottom. 
Her hands were loose, but she knew it was useless to do 
anything. Her ankles immobilized her, and there were 
still six of her captors. Her only wish was that this 
ordeal be over. 

Now Delia spoke again, her voice seething with 
contempt. "So... now you know what it feels like to be 
raped in a men's prison. I hope you appreciate the 
experience. But we want to give you the other side, 
too. You need a taste of women's prison." 

One of the girls, a pretty strawberry-blonde that 
Claire recognized from the courtroom, stepped over 
close to her. Now Claire understood why they had all 
worn skirts. The girl raised her garment, revealing 
that she wore no panties underneath. Placing one leg on 
either side of Claire's head, she knelt down and began 
lowering herself onto Claire's face. 

Claire's stared up at this latest horror. She had never 
been with a woman, never even thought about it, and the 
thought of placing her mouth on this girl's sex organs 
made her skin crawl. The girl was holding herself just 
inches from Claire's face, watching her reaction. 
Claire could see and smell that she was already very 
excited. The girl spread her lips so Claire could see 
how wet she was inside. 

"Here it is, Missy," she said. "You're gonna eat it, 
you know. You're gonna eat it until I come on your 
face. And then your gonna eat all the rest of us. I 
sure hope you like pussy, lady, because you're gonna 
have it in your mouth the rest of the night." 

Now the girl grabbed Claire's hands and pinned them 
above her head, making her completely helpless. The she 
lowered herself, placing her wet parts right onto 
Claire's mouth. At first, Claire did nothing, having no 
experience at this. The girl started moving back and 
forth over Claire's lips, saying "Come on, bitch, do 
it." Finally, Claire began to use her tongue on the 
girl, licking at her wet pussy as best she knew how. At 
first the taste and smell were almost too much for her, 
but luckily, she soon got used to it. 

Claire decided to try to please them as best she could, 
figuring that the quicker she got each of them off, the 
sooner it would be over. She started to lick all over 
the girl's pussy, pushing it inside, noting the girl's 
reactions and returning to the places she seemed to 
enjoy the most. It took maybe ten minutes for that 
first girl to come, grinding herself frantically into 
Claire's face. The back of Claire's head hurt from the 
pressure of the hard floor. 

One after another, the remaining five girls sat on 
Claire's yielding face, pasting their wet nether lips 
to her delicate mouth. And as each girl climbed onto 
her, Claire dutifully tongued and sucked her until she 
was thoroughly satisfied. 

Wanting to degrade the young woman as well as be 
pleasured, the girls rubbed themselves all over her 
pretty face, spreading their viscous fluids from her 
chin to her forehead. Several even pushed themselves 
down on her nose, forcing it deep inside them, filling 
Claire's nostrils with the pungent scent of their 
arousal. They took several photos as she worked on 
them, making sure to clearly show her face as her 
tongue tasted each girl's pussy. 

At last, it was Delia over Claire's tired mouth, and 
she knew this was the sixth and final girl. But after 
Delia extracted first one and then a second orgasm from 
Claire's now rather experienced mouth, Claire found to 
her dismay that her plan had not worked. For while her 
enthusiastic tonguing had sped up the string of girls' 
orgasms, it had the added effect of stimulating the 
girls as they watched. So now, as Delia climbed off her 
quite satisfied, the first girl said, "I want to do it 
again." 

Despairing, Claire just lay there now. She could not 
respond, but lay limp as the girls simply grabbed her 
head and used her face to masturbate. A couple got 
themselves off that way, and a couple gave up, until 
finally, it was Delia's turn again. 

Not content to accept Claire's total submission, Delia 
wanted another active tongue session. But Claire was 
spent, hopeless, and nothing Delia could do would 
revive her. Frustrated, Delia said, "All right, bitch! 
If you're not going to eat me, then you're going to do 
something else!" 

Claire was only half aware of what was happening as 
Delia grabbed her hair and pressed her open pussy into 
her mouth. Then she felt a shot of wet heat and 
realized that she was tasting the girl's urine! She 
tried to turn away, but Delia held her in place, 
screaming, "Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my dirty piss 
and love it! You cunt! Drink it!" 

With the choice of swallowing or drowning, Claire began 
taking the salty liquid down her throat as this 
demented girl used her mouth as a public toilet. She 
heard the other girls commenting, in awe of what was 
happening, and heard more clicks of the camera. 

At last it was over, and Delia rose off the sloppy mess 
of Claire's face. Pulling her up off the floor, the 
vengeful teenager placed her against the pipes and 
administered a final, spirited spanking with her bare 
hand. Claire burst into tears, not from the spanking 
itself, which was tame compared to her earlier trials, 
but from the sheer humiliation, the final shame of 
being spanked like a child, knowing that this girl had 
done anything she wanted to her with no fear of 
reprisal. 

Well, Miss DA," Delia said sarcastically, "Looks like 
we mussed your make-up a bit. I hope you enjoyed our 
little time together. I know I did. Maybe we can do it 
again sometime. We have to go now, but we'll leave you 
here to get yourself loose. By the time you do, we'll 
be long gone. Ta-ta!" With that, the six girls walked 
out the door. 

After they left, Claire did manage to untie the 
bindings around her ankles, but then she just lay there 
for some time. They had left her clothes, probably 
realizing that this would allow her to cover herself up 
and minimize any questions as she found her way home. 
They had left her purse, too, so she could get a cab, 
as soon as she figured out where she was. But she knew 
there was one thing she had to deal with before she 
worried any of that. 

Lying there naked on the factory floor, her rear end 
raw from being paddled, her face and hair soaked with 
Delia's urine, Claire moved her trembling hand slowly 
down her body... and began to masturbate. 

THE END