I wasn't always a bad girl (eDomme and I)

[kinkyponygirl]

Lady Justice the bane for Blackheart, he was pure evil and he loved what he did and that was to kill, steal and rape as he pleased, but she was always stopping him and it pissed him off because he couldn’t get off from the thrill of the kill or rape. It was dark and Blackheart was in his costume and looks at the window , in his mind there had to be a way to get her on his side and then it donned on him, “ I can corrupt the person behind the mask and then make Lady Justice submit and then the fun will really begin” He says to himself. The name behind the suit was James a paralegal that worked for Miss Thorndike. He sighs and the suit disappeared, the truth of the matter was that his costume was a symbiote, a living creature that bonded with James. The two were never apart as the symbiote could mimic clothing and other things. One of the things that he loved about his suit was if James could think of it, the suit would make it. He laughs evilly and then went off to bed.

It was the following morning and he shower and did his regular morning routine. He looks around and then at himself, “How about a red and white tie with red shirt and black pants and blazer.” He says out loud. In an instance he was wearing the outfit and he grabs his things and heads out to his Black Camero. He gets in and drives off to his office. Twenty minutes later he was in an elevator heading up to the office.

 

[eDomme]

Vanessa breezed into the big city DA office complex amid the greetings of the various junior lawyers (junior, despite the fact many of them were older than her) and clerical personnel. She wore one of her standard navy pin-striped power suits with 3" heels and a creme colored blouse that hinted to the men that if they were close enough and bold enough, they might get to peek at a hint of cleavage.

"Good morning, everyone. Julie, I'm going to need to reschedule the meeting with Barnes ... Tom, see me before lunch to fill me in on the status of the Shaw case ... James ... new tie? Someday you're going to regret not putting all that money into a sounder investment." James and his tie collection was getting to be a standing joke in the department.

Just before stepping into her office, she turned back to the paralegal with the tie fetish. "Oh, and James, can you bring me what you've dug up on so far on the Johnson case .. and print out a copy of that court ruling on the State vs. Brady." Just the thought of staring at a computer screen all morning gave her a headache, and she involuntarily reached up to rub her eyes before settling in to her desk. More and more she was asking to see the paper printouts of things she had previously simply read on the computer monitor.

Julie, her secretary, was a true marvel. It was as if she appeared out of nowhere with a freshly brewed cup of tea for the boss lady and informed her the bigger boss, District Attorney John Andrews, called to say he wouldn't be in the office this morning. That was nothing new. Vanessa discretely examined her wrist, injured the previous evening in an encounter with a punk attempting to rob a convenience store. The would-be robber managed to get away, but at least she foiled the robbery. She knew she would be a much better superheroine if she didn't have that damned problem with her night vision.

Vanessa wondered if she should risk trying to concoct a formula to enhance her vision and her body's ability to heal quickly. Of course it was academic, not a practical plan, since she no longer had access to the university lab.

 

[kinkyponygirl]

Vanessa breezed into the big city DA office complex amid the greetings of the various junior lawyers (junior, despite the fact many of them were older than her) and clerical personnel. She wore one of her standard navy pin-striped power suits with 3" heels and a creme colored blouse that hinted to the men that if they were close enough and bold enough, they might get to peek at a hint of cleavage.

"Good morning, everyone. Julie, I'm going to need to reschedule the meeting with Barnes ... Tom, see me before lunch to fill me in on the status of the Shaw case ... James ... new tie? Someday you're going to regret not putting all that money into a sounder investment." James and his tie collection was getting to be a standing joke in the department.

Just before stepping into her office, she turned back to the paralegal with the tie fetish. "Oh, and James, can you bring me what you've dug up on so far on the Johnson case .. and print out a copy of that court ruling on the State vs. Brady." Just the thought of staring at a computer screen all morning gave her a headache, and she involuntarily reached up to rub her eyes before settling in to her desk. More and more she was asking to see the paper printouts of things she had previously simply read on the computer monitor.

Julie, her secretary, was a true marvel. It was as if she appeared out of nowhere with a freshly brewed cup of tea for the boss lady and informed her the bigger boss, District Attorney John Andrews, called to say he wouldn't be in the office this morning. That was nothing new. Vanessa discretely examined her wrist, injured the previous evening in an encounter with a punk attempting to rob a convenience store. The would-be robber managed to get away, but at least she foiled the robbery. She knew she would be a much better superheroine if she didn't have that damned problem with her night vision.

Vanessa wondered if she should risk trying to concoct a formula to enhance her vision and her body's ability to heal quickly. Of course it was academic, not a practical plan, since she no longer had access to the university lab.

He looks at the tie and wondered why he was the laughing stock of the department; the tie went with the suit and the shirt. In the short time that he had worked here he was with the biggest players in the game. He had learned a lot for Vanessa and it was hard to call her boss, he was the same age, but he didn’t mind his work, he liked the law, which was sort of ironic due to the fact that he broke it all the time during the late hours of the night. He walks into his office which was filled with accolades from high school and his Master degree in Criminal Justice notably in forensic science, his family came from a line of criminal investigators and he was expected to do the same, but he wanted some things to be different, so he decided to be a paralegal. He puts his earphones and then puts “Written in the Stars” By Tinie Tempah; he was now in the zone. He looks at the pictures in the Johnson case and he noticed some things that were out of place and he heard some testimonies and then looks at the picture, some blood was not consistent with blunt force trauma and he printed out the Brady vs. the State. He zoned out and he was in the inner confines of his mind recreating the crime scene, “Okay Johnson says he wasn’t along, yet eyewitnesses he was the only one leaving the house, but that doesn’t explain this blood.” He tells himself. He thinks for a minute, “They must have been another person in the room that committed the actual crime, but who.” He tells himself. He hears a office, "Vanessa is waiting for those files" Her assistant says. He snaps out of it and heads to Vanessa’s room and knocks then enters without permission.

He walks into her office and slams his things and opens the file, “Hey boss lady, Johnson is innocent.” He tells her. He walks next to and shows her the crime scene and points to the blood that he had circled in black, “Johnson gave sworn testimony that he wasn’t the only one that was there right… I think he was right... Since he was covered in blood Anna Gilroy the next door neighbor called the police as Johnson fled. Anna Gilroy was the only one awake because her baby woke her up, while the police were in pursuit of Johnson a second person could have fled, but then she called again telling them that someone left the house after she called. That is exculpatory evidence and I didn’t hear that mentioned at the court at all today. They withheld that from use and according to State vs. Brady this should be taking into consideration. In the case The Supreme Court held that withholding exculpatory evidence violates due process "where the evidence is material either to guilt or to punishment"; and the court determined that under Maryland state law the withheld evidence could not have exculpated the defendant but was material to the level of punishment he would be given. Hence the Maryland Court of Appeals' ruling was affirmed.” He tells her. He opens the file on the case and points out to what he said. He pauses, “So in other words the blood proves his innocence to murder and the fact of Anna Gilroy's statements to the police, he should be getting tried for breaking and entering with the intent to steal.” He tells her. He was proud of his work and looks at her and leaves her office and heads to his office, for once his family background proved to be use full and he was glad
((You know state vs. Brady is an actual case right? )

 

[eDomme]

He looks at the tie and wondered why he was the laughing stock of the department; the tie went with the suit and the shirt. In the short time that he had worked here he was with the biggest players in the game. He had learned a lot for Vanessa and it was hard to call her boss, he was the same age, but he didn’t mind his work, he liked the law, which was sort of ironic due to the fact that he broke it all the time during the late hours of the night. He walks into his office which was filled with accolades from high school and his Master degree in Criminal Justice notably in forensic science, his family came from a line of criminal investigators and he was expected to do the same, but he wanted some things to be different, so he decided to be a paralegal. He puts his earphones and then puts “Written in the Stars” By Tinie Tempah; he was now in the zone. He looks at the pictures in the Johnson case and he noticed some things that were out of place and he heard some testimonies and then looks at the picture, some blood was not consistent with blunt force trauma and he printed out the Brady vs. the State. He zoned out and he was in the inner confines of his mind recreating the crime scene, “Okay Johnson says he wasn’t along, yet eyewitnesses he was the only one leaving the house, but that doesn’t explain this blood.” He tells himself. He thinks for a minute, “They must have been another person in the room that committed the actual crime, but who.” He tells himself. He hears a office, "Vanessa is waiting for those files" Her assistant says. He snaps out of it and heads to Vanessa’s room and knocks then enters without permission.

He walks into her office and slams his things and opens the file, “Hey boss lady, Johnson is innocent.” He tells her. He walks next to and shows her the crime scene and points to the blood that he had circled in black, “Johnson gave sworn testimony that he wasn’t the only one that was there right… I think he was right... Since he was covered in blood Anna Gilroy the next door neighbor called the police as Johnson fled. Anna Gilroy was the only one awake because her baby woke her up, while the police were in pursuit of Johnson a second person could have fled, but then she called again telling them that someone left the house after she called. That is exculpatory evidence and I didn’t hear that mentioned at the court at all today. They withheld that from use and according to State vs. Brady this should be taking into consideration. In the case The Supreme Court held that withholding exculpatory evidence violates due process "where the evidence is material either to guilt or to punishment"; and the court determined that under Maryland state law the withheld evidence could not have exculpated the defendant but was material to the level of punishment he would be given. Hence the Maryland Court of Appeals' ruling was affirmed.” He tells her. He opens the file on the case and points out to what he said. He pauses, “So in other words the blood proves his innocence to murder and the fact of Anna Gilroy's statements to the police, he should be getting tried for breaking and entering with the intent to steal.” He tells her. He was proud of his work and looks at her and leaves her office and heads to his office, for once his family background proved to be use full and he was glad
((You know state vs. Brady is an actual case right? )

James was right, of course, and she encouraged the administrative staff to go beyond the sort of mindless "research" some of them were prone to do. Still, it was necessary to remind everyone of his or her place occasionally.

"Good work ... of course there's a reason you're not prosecuting the case, and do you know what that is? It's because you're not a lawyer. I hope this isn't our only copy of this photograph." She held up the photo he had taken the liberty to deface, giving him a cross look. After a momentary pause, she returned it to the folder and smiled at the paralegal assistant.

"I really am very pleased with the work you're doing here, James. Just realize a lot of the older attorneys don't appreciate being lectured on the law by non-attorneys, ok? Now, why don't you see what else you and the investigator can dig up on Johnson's phantom accomplice."

With that done, she turned her attention to the press release she had begun drafting the previous afternoon. A statement regarding the state Attorney General's opinion that Lady Justice could not be deputized a law enforcement officer unless her true identity was revealed. For now, she would have to remain a private citizen detaining criminals for the police, with all the inherent civil and criminal liability risks that involved. Meanwhile, the First Assistant District Attorney would be taking an "early lunch" to coincide with Lady Justice giving a talk to the students of Thomas Jefferson Middle School. How ironic was it that Vanessa Thorndike had been at the same school only a week before for Career Day.

Thank goodness there were no social events scheduled for the evening. She could go home at 5:00 for a nap, then spend the witching hour patrolling the city. Friday nights were always her busiest, except perhaps for Saturdays.

 

[kinkyponygirl]

\James grabs his car keys and went to the precinct and got the detective on the case and the two went around asking about the know associates of Johnson. One of the rules that James always made was that they were to drive his car; a police car didn’t suit him. They were running around all morning and he dropped the good detective at his office and he told the detective to send the file to Thorndike. He drove to his apartment for a few because he needed to get something’s from the house. He turns on the news and see’s the headline, “Lady Justice arrives at Thomas Jefferson Middle School.” He sat down and pours himself a drink and smirks at the tv, “Well well time to do some studying of my own Justice… I will find out who you are and I will turn you into my little bitch… Some one that serves my needs, both physically and sexually.” He tells him. He takes a drink of his whiskey then got up and put the files in his suitcase. He looks around and changes into a white dress shirt, no tie with his black blazer and pants. He at back down and waited to see what the bitch had to say.

 

[eDomme]

It was the usual age appropriate blend of morality and safety lecture she had given dozens of times before, always trying to keep it fresh for those who have heard it all already, and taking great pains to not sound anything like Vanessa, especially for a crowd who had just heard her speak a week before. The afternoon would be spent in court to go through the usual time-wasting motions and counter motions ad nauseum. Like most attorneys, she no longer wasted time lamenting the degree to which her fellow laywers had perverted the justice system -- it was just the way things were, and she learned to roll with the punches.

Vanessa's first chance to see this particular report of her public service lectures in the schools would be after she returned home from work. Of course the local news only broadcast a snippet of about fifteen seconds, following that the related story of how civil rights advocates were demanding closer monitoring of Lady Justice and other self-appointed "guardians" of the public safety. Vanessa herself had already been in contact with some of the more vocal rabble-rousers to gauge their interest in a "citizen oversight committee" for that very purpose. After all, if Vanessa appeared to be a big proponent of restraining LJ's activities, there would be less reason to suspect she was the costumed crimefighter.

Vanessa switched off the television and laid back on her bed, the alarm set for 10:30 p.m. so she would have at least four hours sleep before slipping into costume, down the unused elevator shaft of her high rise condo building, and out to "patrol" the streets of the mean city. IF the phone didn't ring.

 

[kinkyponygirl]

He watched all off it and then as he changed into his outfit and smirks, “Well time to go on a thieving spree” He thought to himself. His tail moved left to right and then he walks to the balcony. He stares at the city and smirks, “Soon you shall be mine my fair city of Los Angeles” He says. As he watched the news conference he noticed that the way she rubbed her eyes, the way she did it seemed vaguely familiar to him. With one single leap he was on the roof and he looks around and jumps from roof to roof. Some of the abilities granted by the suit was to blend in with shadows, the ones he liked the most was te ability to stick to walls and The ability to form fangs or simple bladed weapons out of their limbs. The suit could make anything that was in the mind of James possible which was great. It wasn’t even dark yet, but he didn’t care he wanted to have fun before night fell and before meeting his eternal rival later on today. He jumps down from the roof of the building and scales down the wall, the store was in a dark alley which meant his shadow blending would work. He was able to sneak in and he reappears behind the owner his tail wraps around the owners neck and he had his hand with a blade extending from his arm to his neck, “If you value your life I suggest you give me all your money.” He says. The owner starts to tremble and sweat, “ I have no money” He says. James looks at him, “ You’re lying.” He says. The owner shakes and opens the cashier and safe and hands him a bag with the money. James snaps his neck with his tail and then slits the guys throat. He blends with the shadows and then makes his way to the roof and waits. The symbiote mask moves away from his face and he licks the blood out of the made up blade and then he opens a Gatorade and drinks it waiting knowing that she would appear.

 

[eDomme]

Roused from her sleep long before 10:30, Vanessa remained disoriented for a moment before realizing it was the squeal from the police department's "special frequency" which notified select persons that a particularly violent crime had occurred. Use of this secret frequency prevented the press from finding out about it and swarming over the scene before the CSI team could begin work. Naturally, the DA's office would be one of the entities notified, and the on-duty attorney would respond. Vanessa, being in charge of the office, didn't have to take a turn with the all-night duty, but she was notified of any special interest cases.

Still groggy, she slipped into costume and took a moment to check herself out in the mirror. Vanessa had wanted Lady Justice to break the stereotype of the large-bosomed superheroine, even though her breasts were probably the largest of them all, so she had designed her costume accordingly to bind the breasts and make her appear as modest as possible.

Still, she did like boots, and regretted she had to show some restraint in Vanessa's choice of footwear out of fear someone might put two and two together and figure out her secret identity. She also avoided the ridiculously high heels favored by some superheroines and villainesses alike. Despite her excellent sense of balance, she figured why make it harder than it needed to be.

Before long, she sped off to the scene in a special non-descript car registered to a non-existent person. (After all, Vanessa couldn't have her car show up at every event Lady Justice went to, could she?) Parking four blocks away from the scene, she decided to take the alley ways to the store to lessen the chances of anyone seeing what direction she came from. Thanks to the formula which had given her super powers, she was able to sprint the distance in less time than an Olympic contender. The only drawback to the formula was that her night vision (which hadn't been great to begin with) was seriously affected. Fortunately, her powers of echolocution usually prevented her from tripping over the odd trip hazard, and usually enabled her to find the bad guy who invariably thought he could hide in bushes or behind trash dumpsters.

Fortunately, it wasn't dark yet, but it was fast approaching. Naturally, there were no working lights in this particular alley for several blocks.

Suddenly she stopped, looking around the alley, disoriented. Damn lack of sleep. She had forgotten to count the blocks. She knew she had parked four blocks away, but couldn't remember how far she had gone. There should be police at the back exit of the store as well as in front and inside, but she saw nothing. Obviously, crime was picking up and that meant fewer patrol officers were available to respond to major crimes. She knew that eventually someone would show up to protect the scene in back of the store, too. Meanwhile, she could look around for any evidence the bad guy left behind -- that is, IF she could find the right door. Oftentimes, a business will have the address on back door as well, to assist in deliveries. Squinting her eyes, she stepped up close to one door to see if she could decipher the numbers which looked like they may have been painted on sometime during the 1920's.

 

[kinkyponygirl]

He looks down at the crime scene and see’s Lady Justice and he made his way down through the shadows. He reappears behind her and teased her a bit. He puts his hands around her waist, but since he was cloaked by the shadows she would not be able to see him, “I know who you are and you know me.” He whispers in her ear. He played with her breasts and laughs, “Well I wonder if you will find me… The culprit is somewhere high and can see you.” He whispers in her ear again. He moves through the shadows and decides to move away from her knowing that her vision was a bit spotty at night and that gave a distinct advantage in battle. He wondered if she could see him, but then blow it all off. He wondered when she was going to move up to the roofs and take a look around. His face mask was off and he wondered if he should reveal himself to her, maybe if he did that he could find some way to get her identity if the two of them worked together. His mask flickers back on and he starts to tap his foot, waiting for her to do something that way he could have his fun.
(Sorry my post aren't that very long)