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Bound Justice (MessedUpRP & Bibliomania)

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Bibliomania

Planetoid
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Nov 25, 2017
The car ride was tough. Lots of thumps, turns, and fast starts. There'd be no way for any passenger to tell where they would be going, let alone one tied up in the trunk. But, there was only one place that it could be, after all.

A quick stop would roll items around the trunk, roughly rattling the passenger inside. Two doors open and slam. Harsh footsteps hit the gravel outside, coming to the entrance of the trunk.

The trunk door opened to reveal two men in suits, long jackets, and fedoras. One white, one black. The larger, white man said, "Alright doll. How about you come out of there easy so I don't have to drag you out by your hair." His bulky frame indicated that he could do it easy, but kind eyes looked out over his hooked nose.

The smaller black man grinned. "Oh no, she doesn't want to cause us trouble. I think she wants to meet the boss, as much as she talks about him in the papers." The man opened his coat to reveal a pearl-handled revolver which perfectly fit his slender fingers. "You try to run, girl, and you'll be sucking cock in hell. That'd make the boss unhappy, but he'll live with it, even if you won't."

The two backed away slightly, giving the bound woman room to get out, but not enough room to run. The larger white man looked uncomfortable at the woman's state of undress, but his partner was completely collected and ready for her to make a break for it.
 
Melissa Lowell prided herself on hee perceptive abilities. As one of the best prosecutors in the city and the best defense attorney, she had honed the skill to razor sharpness, so the fact that the two mobsters had been so easily able to aprehend her when she was undressing for bed one night, made her much more ashamed.

The car ride had been unpleasant. She doubted there was a real pleasent way to be thrashing in the trunk of a car with her hands tied behind her back and her mouth gagged by a bright red ball. But, she tried to remain hopeful, even as her mind worked furiously and quickly came to a number of decisions about who the possible culprit might be and what they might have planned for her.

She promoted, the lawyer slowly and awkwardly got herself out of the car and stood between the two men and the trunk, not moving anywhere or trying to run. She kept a calm exterior, although her mind was racing. What would they do to her? Why was she here? Who was it who kidnapped her like this? Mostly, she worries that gun would be put to use on her. But there was a much different fate in store for her tonight.
 
The two men moved to flank the prosecutor, the larger one grabbing her upper arm gently. As they marched her across the gravel in her bare feet, landscaped shrubbery and a long driveway could barely be made out in the darkness. In front of them, a three-story mansion stood. It had a unified colonial style that bespoke its age and unified elements that indicated that it had actually been designed, rather than haphazardly assembled by the builder like many newer homes.

They went up a set of wooden steps surrounded by columns that supported an arched awning. The shorter man opened the door, allowing the other two to go inside of the home. Dark wood floors and walls were well kept, with fresh finish making them shine. Most of the furniture had the same classic look, with curves and fluorishes that indicated handmade craftsmanship.

They took her down a long hallway to the first door on the left, which opened into a library. A wood fire burned in a brick fireplace in the corner, while a large leather chair had its back turned to the door. Next to the chair, a small table held books on law and politics. Only one could be easily seen, a leatherbound time with The Prince on the spine in gold lettering.

A deep voice said “Leave us.”

Both men nodded slightly and went out of the door. They could be heard just outside of the door, however. Melissa was left to stand alone on a thick patterned rug in front of the fireplace.

“A great deal different than the last time we met, Miss Lowell. And the same. Then, I was the one in chains and gagged by the rule of law. We have our own law here. May it be as kind to you as it was to me.” Julius Vernon stood and walked over to the prosecutor, his thick fingers removing her ball gag.
 
The bound woman tried to keep her exterior calm. In her mind, showing fear or uncertainty would mean that she let these men win, and she did not like letting her enemies win. While her exterior held a dark scowl directed at each man, inside, her mind was racing. Melissa was calculating each and every possible outcome of this situation and most of them were not very good for her.

The hard gravel on her bare feet were an unwelcome sensation and she couldn't suppress a wince as she began walking between the two guards toward the mansion. She couldn't help but feel as though this location was a bit familiar, Melissa didn't have much time to consider this before she was stopped in the library. The prosecutor quickly looked around, her eyes settling on the chair. The moment the voice spoke, her eyes filled with sudden clarity and understanding then narrowed in anger.

Melissa didn't register as the two men left, her eyes fixed on the form of Julius. After her mouth was free from the plastic ball, she waited a second to let her jaw adjust back to normal and spoke, "I shouldn't be surprised. I knew that you were low, but I never expected you to be kidnapping an unarmed woman alone and in her underwear low. That's an impressive standard to match." She tugged at the rope with her wrists and glanced back up at him, "and too cowardly to have my hands free. How you gained all this power is beyond me." She stared him hard in the eyes, "now... Let me go, have your men return me to my home and I might just forget about this little infraction. You may have escaped one jail sentence, but I don't think you'll do as well the second time. She refused to yield to Julius's power and she would certainly not let him think he had control over her.
 
The man smirked, his stubbled beard dancing in the shadows from the fire. Once she finished speaking, he placed the ball gag back into her mouth. “How expected. You still have no idea why you are here. I don’t know why I expected more from you, but there we go. Words on a wall only take you so far.”

The Mafia Don walked slowly to a closet, unconcerned about the fuming woman behind him. He supposed that she could attempt to tackle him, but she was used to getting her way with words. If she thought her small frame would do much but inconvenience a large man like him, then she was far less intelligent than he thought.

From the closet, he pulled out a black half cylinder. When he brought it into the flickering firelight, it’d be obvious that it was a Sybian to all but the most innocent eyes. He set the device in front of the woman, and then picked up his chair and placed it nearby. With a smile, he looked directly into his enemy’s eyes, reaching forward to cup her chin.

“You know, there are several theories on torture. It’s not quite as simple as those in the media would have you believe.” He turned her head from one side to the other, scanning her features. “Oh sure, you could just take a woman to a back alley. Rip out her nails. Split her kneecaps. But at the end, what have you really accomplished? She never really wanted to give you any information.”

“However—“ He stepped behind her, hand still gripping her throat. “—say that you have something that she wants? Something that she can’t stand to do without. Then she’ll tell you anything that you wants to know, sell her soul just to meet a need. And I know just what an uptight bitch like you needs.”

Julius reached down with his other hand and pulled down her panties. “Don’t worry, this will pleasure me just as much as it pleasures you.”
 
Melissa scowled at Julius as he pushed the gag back into her mouth and secured it once more. The jibes at her didn't concern her much. As a lawyer, she was used to receiving comments meant to hurt or anger her. But the sight of the wicked device was more unnerving. She wanted nothing more than to pull away as he cupped her chin, kick out and hit him somewhere, anywhere, but she had a feeling that the two who brought her in were not the only goons Julius Vernon had in his mansion and likely they weren't the only ones with guns.

The talk of torture was slightly unnerving, dulled by the constant reminder of the Symbian resting on the floor. She was still able to see it no matter how Julius moved and she briefly wondered if that was intentional. The sybian almost seemed welcoming and inviting in comparison to his talk about shattering kneecaps and tearing out fingernails. Her mind wandered to the sybian while he spoke, only returning as a hand clamped around her neck.

The prosecutor gasped as she felt his fingers around his neck and heard his final words. She was confused until his hand pulled her panties down from her hips and suddenly, what should have been glaringly obvious and really was has she just accepted the fact, came to the forefront of her mind. Melissa squirmed and thrashed in her captor's arms. If he planned on subjecting her to his sick sexual thrills, she wouldn't go easily.
 
The large crime boss said, “Have it your way, girlie. Easy or hard, this is going to happen. Charlie! Jay!” His arms wrapped around her body, lifting her bodily off of the ground. He held her there, squeezing lightly, as the two thugs came into the room.

“Get her legs. We’re strapping this one down.”

Jay, the black thug went for her right leg, grinning at the wild motions of the trapped woman. Charlie was more hesitant, but he easily slid his bulky arms around her calf and thigh. Neither could take their eyes off the fact that this powerful woman was naked waist down in front of them.

The three men wrestled her into the Sybian, slipping her into a special harness designed specifically to go around ankle, knee, and hip just to keep any occupant still. They tightened all the straps almost painfully tight, forcing her lips to part around the small protuberance. There was no dildo or anything else to insert, just specially designed ridges and spots to touch the most sensitive areas of the woman on top.

Once they’d gotten her fully strapped in, Julius waved the other men off. Jay leered as he left, while Charlie looked slightly bashful. Both got one more eyeful before the door closed.

“Now, it’s time to play,” said Julius. “Oh, and you’re welcome to tip and roll all you’d like. The device is going nowhere. We’ve got it snugly in place for the next few hours.”

He walked forward, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “If you did not know, this is a machine designed to elicit female pleasure. You may resist, but it does its job very well. Once you accept what you are feeling, I will remove the gag so that we can speak some more.”

“Until then—“ He smiled and sat in the chair, picking up the remote. “Let’s enjoy ourselves.” He turned the vibration to the lowest setting.
 
It became clear that Julius knew what he was doing as Melissa was securely locked to the device. The straps added her her tight against the wicked vibrating toy below her.

The prosecutor scowled up at her captor as he spoke. She didn't try to roll over or get the device away from her pussy. The thrashing she had already tried hadn't worked and putting herself in an uncomfortable position wouldn't help. Instead, ahe opted to brace herself as best as possible and take whatevee this man thought he could dole out.

The sudden stsrt to the vibrations made Melissa tense up, her back straightened a bit and she bit down a little harder on her gag, but she remained mostly still, struggling to free her wrists from her bonds and then be able to remove herself from this devious device. She didn't moan at all, at least not yet.
 
“Stubborn. Not a wise move.” Julius’s eyes bored into hers. He had hoped that she would be obstinant. After what she put him through, the last thing he wanted was a quick orgasm. No, that would be too much control for her to have.

He turned the dial slowly, carefully watching her face as the vibrations increased. If she showed any sign of coming close to ecstasy, he’d back down, but knowing her stubbornness, things would be increased until she could hardly stand it.

“You should know that I only require two things tonight. One for my organization. One for myself.” He moved to the rotation function, turning it up slightly. “I’m surprised that you never even asked about them. Of course, that is why you lost the trial. More interested in browbeating and innuendo than digging into what was right before you.”
 
Melissa scowled at him. He knew very well why he won't the trial. He won because he knew how to clean up after himself, or one of his associates did anyway. She barely had a case on him to begin with, barely any evidence and even less about the people he worked with. "He's trying to get inside of your head Melissa. That's all this is."

She shut her eyes as the vibrations intensified, her stubbornness was here strength. If she relented, who could say what he would do to her. No, she had to grit her teeth and take it. The woman scowled at Julius again and mumbled, "go fuck yourself" but it didn't make much due to the plastic ball in her mouth.

Eventually, it became too much to handle. The stimulus had become too great and Melissa couldn't stand it. She screamed out a moan and arched her back in ecstasy and just as orgasm was about to strike, the pleasure subsided. The lawyer shook her head and squirmed, she needed to cum so badly now, she was so close.
 
With a smirk, the mafioso leaned forward and removed the gag from her mouth, careful to keep the controls out of reach. "Enjoying yourself? You should. You spent weeks of 18-hour days trying to pin something to me. There should be some sort of reward for that."

The sun began to peek through the windows, and it'd start to become visible that they were at Julius's estate. A long winding road went away from the house to disappear around a hill. A brick wall could occasionally be seen around the landscaping. There were no neighbors to notice what was going on in his den.

"Now." He leaned back into his chair, keeping his hands on the control. "Let's get back to what I'm really after. Just who was your mystery witness in that case? You had him hidden in the video testimony, but I know that it was YOU who interviewed him." He turned the controls up to maximum suddenly, and then throttled them back down just to keep her going a little. "Remember, good girls get to cum."
 
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