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Chapter 4 part 4 A Submissive Female of New York City

Chapter 4 part 4
A Submissive Female of New York City

Fuck. Damn them all to hell. Lawyers, Judges, Officers and gentlemen of the United States of fucking America!

"Yes."

"Was it your intention to have sexual contact with the defendant?"

"Yes, but—"

"Yes or no, Miss Jones."

"But I didn't say he could—"

"Yes or no, Miss Jones."

"Yes."

"Now, Miss Jones, at what age did you lose your virginity?"

At that the prosecutor finally woke up.

Objection This is not a material question and not relevant to this proceeding!

But even before he had finished speaking Sue knew it was no use.

The witness' sexual history and character is extremely relevant, said the defense smoothly. It is, in my opinion, of central importance to this case.

Just who the fuck is actually on trial here? Thought Sue to herself. Stubbornly she fought back tears. Stubbornly she held back her rage.

Overruled! Witness will answer the question.

Sue glared at him.

"Witness will answer the question," snarled the judge.

"I lost my virginity at fourteen," Sue finally admitted.

"I see," said defense. "Now can you tell the court how many sexual partners you have had? Not including the defendant?"

"Nine."

There they were again, the whispers out, mocking her, taunting her.

"Nine...that seems an undercount to me, Miss Jones," said defense, his expression that of a cat toying with a mouse. "Let us include all persons with whom you have had any sexual contact. We will include, um, oral sex, and mutual masturbation—"

A grey-haired woman on the jury was staring at Sue, her face one of undisguised contempt.

"There were..." Sue's head was spinning. Whom had they talked to? Whom had they interviewed? She struggled to count...

"Are you doing math in your head, Miss Jones?" deadpanned the lawyer.

"There were...there were twenty-two."

It was over then, of course. The men in the gallery roared with laughter, hooting, cackling. Journalists scribbled down notes. Women stalked out of the room, their hands on their ears. The honorable members of the jury were shaking their heads.

"Miss Jones, do you expect anyone to believe that someone who lost their virginity at fourteen, has had twenty-two sexual partners in less than a decade, and by her own admission left a party voluntarily with the defendant, a party at which she had been drinking — do you expect anyone to believe—"

Sue never remembered anything after that point, never remembered jumping out of the chair and running, not knowing whom she wanted to kill more, the lawyer or his client.

The address Sue had given Phil turned out to be a large indoor shopping mall. He looked around for Sue anxiously before he saw her beautiful flowing mane of blonde hair and bombshell legs. She was his toy he reminded himself he could do what he liked with her. His expression filled not with tenderness but with lust.

Cunts like you don't care about anything except shopping, do you? He said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

Sue's eyebrows rose in surprise, but she recovered quickly.

"No, we don't, master. Well that, and dressing like whores and spreading our legs," she replied.

"I wrote up a list for you. Buy everything on it, at your own expense, and meet me...um..."

At the, fountains of master!

Um yes, the fountain!

It did not take long. When she came back, he walked over to her and licked her cheek.

"Pardon me, ma'am," he said sarcastically. "I just wanted to say that you look like a whore."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"And I'm going to treat you like one."

"I sure hope you do," she replied.

Phil could not help himself, in seconds his arms were around her, his hand on her ass. He felt his cock rising and jabbed it into her stomach as he kissed her, taking in her sweet scent...

"Kiss my cock."

"What?"

"Right here, right now," he said excitedly, pressing down on her shoulders.

Sue sank to her knees, and Phil gloated over them as she kissed the hard spot on his pants.

Now my ass!

She looked mortified, but waddled around him and kissed the back of his pants. They ducked out of the mall before they got thrown out.

Phil didn't want to go to a restaurant for dinner. "I'm the master here, and I will decide what we eat," he said firmly.

"As my lord wishes," replied Sue meekly.

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