Archive-name: Amazon/prox.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Prosecutrix, The THE PROSECUTRIX (Part Two) "The Objects of Lust" Donna Does It Her Way Pricilla Gives Him A Mouth Full I. "Counselor! Sit Down!" The judge barked her order. She was no longer irritated, she was furious! Prisicilla Turnbelt, the young beautiful prosecuting attorney, returned to her seat. The judge was right. Judge Lillian Cartwright usually was. "I'm sorry your honor." Prisicalla couldn't get her mind off that asshole of a new administrative assistant District Attorney. John Mark Denenbaum: What a shit! Why in the world was he refusing to prosecute. "Counselor, step forward please." The judge seemed concerned. "Come here to the side bar, please." The defense attorney walked to the side bar as well. It would be inappropiate for the prosecutor to talk to the judge without the other side. Ignoring the presence of the defense attorney, the judge asked, "Pricilla. What is bothering you!" Noticing the defense attorney and a bit hesitant to respond, Deputy D.A. Turnbelt replied: "I'm sorry your honor. Ah, I've just been working on a case, a woman, a 42 year old divorcee is being 'stalked' by her ex and the new ADA refuses to prosecute." "She's being stalked? Isn't that the new law they just passed because of those Hollywood types?" The defense attorney, Clark Smith, had to get his two bits in, and continued with, "Yeah stalking. A guy with a continual hard goes hunting for babes. So, was this divorcee wearing 'fishnet stalkings.' Stalking, stockings, get it." Smith was roaring with laughter. "Shut up, asshole. Or I'll beat the shit out of you. And you KNOW I can." Pricilla was not in the mood to quarrel with the little shit. Though she did feel a surge of passion as she remembered her recent wrestling match with Smith. Lillian had arranged it. The Judge and the women of their exclusive but growing club of womanists, watched as Pricilla absolutely destroyed Smith. Pricilla flashed on how she made Smith grovel at her feet and then started to flush when she remembered how she had claimed her victory: forced herself onto the wimp's face and used his nose to bring her to a raging climax. Turning back to the the judge: "Anyway, I think it stinks. This woman is truly in danger and scared too death. Her demented husband was found outside her house and in the trunk of his car he had a loaded gun, a clever, a ski mask and gloves, two eight foot lengths of rope - just right to tie her to a chair, several six inch wide pieces of surgical tape - perfect to tape over someone's mouth, and a razor blade with shaving cream. Exactly what he planned to do with that, I'm not sure and I really don't even want to think about it." "He probably planned to shave off her pubic hair." Defense attorney Smith was unable to keep his mouth shut. "Thats it wimp. Back to your chair." DDA Turnbelt's command was exact. Her waist length hair spun through the air as she turned her shapely body towards the defense counsel table and pointed in the direction she wanted Smith to go. Smith did not argue. Alone at the side bar, Judge Cartwright smiled and whispered, "Thank you counselor. I know all about that new Mr. Denenbaum." Then with a gleam in her eyes, the judge asked, "Can you be at the gym in fifteen minutes?" "Sure," replied Pricilla. "But I thought we were going to sneak into the Sheriff's activities center and watch Donna go at it with that Captain Robbins." "Well, Deputy Deborah can take care of herself. We'll be able to see it all on video later; she arranged for a secret taping." Turning back to the subject at hand, the judge again asked, "Well... are you up for it?" Pricilla smiled, nodded and felt her face begin to flush with excitement. "But how are you going to get him there, and so soon?" "Don't worry. I still know how to get my way around here, you now." Then turning to defense counsel Smith, now meekly seated back at his table, "Counselor, something urgent has come up. This hearing is continued until ... June 12th. Thank you, court dismissed." II. "Umph." Captain Robbins let out a low growl then slumped to his knees. Deputy Sheriff Donna Deborah, her shoulder blonde hair dripping with sweat, smiled as she circled her foe. Deputy Deborah had just dropped her commanding officer to his knees with a stunning round house blow from her long muscular leg. Donna had felt the ligaments in her toes strain to the maximum as they pounded into Capt. Robbins midsection "You bitch," cried Captain Robbins. He had challenged Deputy Deborah planning to stiffle her continual demands for transfer out of the court system and into the vice squad. She was doing just fine as baliff for that lesbo - judge Lillian Cartwright. Besides, Robbins only wanted men on his vice squad. He hated the idea of women under his command. They were fine at taking notes and filing court documents but they shouldn't be allowed out in the field. Thats a man's world. Donna circled her foe, contemplating her next move. She knew she had to continually distract Robbins if she wanted to beat him. Though John Robbins was the department fight instructor and was in excellent shape, he was still a macho pig. And Donna knew that all macho pigs, in fact all men, see women only as objects of their own selfish sexual lust. Donna wasn't sure exactly what sexual fantasies went through Robbins mind when he looked at her amazonian body but she was certain he viewed her as an object, not as a person. Now to use that to her advantage. "Come on 'big man' not fraid of 'this little girl' are you?" Donna glared down into Robbins eyes. Dressed in silk black gym trunks, cut high up the thigh, Donna Deborah felt a surge as her six foot three inch frame towered over Robbins' kneeling body. Donna saw John Robbins eyes open wide, staring at her massive breasts which were barely covered by a white cotton muscle shirt. Deliberately, Donna took a long, hard breath. She made her chest expand to expose her proud, rock hard nipples. When she saw that Robbins' was fixated on her body, Donna Deborah jumped back to the balls of her bare feet, swung her right leg forward, hurled her body around and delivered another crushing roundhouse kick, this time landing directly on the side of the Captains' head. III. "And that's how it works." The judge has just given Pricilla Turnbelt and her opponent, Mark Denenbaum, the rules. There were none. Winner of the fight takes all. If Denenbaum wins Pricilla would never again question his authority. But if he lost, the administrative deputy would never stand in the way of whatever Pricilla said, recommended and did. That includes going forth with the "Stalking" prosecution. Denenbaum had agreed. The new administrative assistant had been told by the District Attorney himself that there was some talk about Judge Lillian Cartwright and her band of lesbian right wingers. The guys in the men's room at the courthouse called them "Separationist." She-wolves who beleived men should be separated from their genitals at birth! Lillian Cartwright knew all about these rumors so she was direct with Denenbaum. "Come and prove yourself, right now! Only Pricilla and I would be their." What she didn't tell Denenbaum was there would also be a secret video camera; the women captured all their club matches against men on video. Denenbaum stood ready, dressed in tight red European style bikini briefs. Pricilla had to admit that this dark skinned, hairy chest man of 31 years was good to look at, all 5'9" and 145lbs of him. What she didn't know was Mark Denenbaum was also a damn good athelete. In high school he was a track star and the number two pitcher on the baseball team. He also has an an angry side, directed primarily at women who he really considered were second class citizens; sexual objects who do his dishes, cook his meals, keep him company, and open up their legs whenever he was in the mood, which was almost always. Standing across from him he saw Pricilla Turnbelt, that luscious little lipstick lesbian. It was common lockerroom talk that Judge Lillian Cartwright had this 5'6" 120lb blonde bombshell assigned to Department 5, her department, because the judge was in lust over Pricilla's 34 year old athletic body. Denenbaum was eager to get started. He hadn't told anyone he was coming, he thought he'd suprise them all and bring back something of Turnbelts' - like her red bikini top or better yet, that revealing tong style bottom. A fine trophy to hang over the men's urinal the next day. "Okay cunt! Lets get it on," Denenbaum issued the challenge. IV. "That's it, cunt!" Captain John Robbins was red with rage. Jumping to his feet he lunged at Donna Deborah. Deborah moved to her left, but not in time. Robbins caught her in the cheek with his elbow. Donna's head shot back. Robbins wasted no time using his other arm to deliver a solid fisted blow to the Deputy's midsection. Donna buckled as the blow hit her squarely in the solar plexus. Fortunately she was in excellent condition, working out was a religious experience for her, so her taunt midsection muscles were able to temper much of Robbins' potentially fatal blow. Robbins, falsely sensing victory, jumped to the balls of his feet and swung his body to the left; he would finish her with a round house kick of his own. Instinctively Donna knew what was coming. Even before Robbins started to swing, Donna lifted her left arm. Her hand caught the Captain's leg. Jumping to her feet Donna grabbed Robbins leg with both hands. Turning to her left, Donna jerked the Captain off his feet, forcing him down onto onto the mat. Continuing with the motion, Donna dropped her body fully on the back of Robbins thighs. Holding onto his ankle, Donna forced Robbins right leg back and into her body. The leg was twisted in such a way Robbins had to let out a howling yell. "Ahh fuck! God damnit. Let go of me you witch." Donna Deborah scoffed at Robbins' plea. Laughingly, she grabbed tighter and pulled harder. Yanking as hard as she possibly could she pulled back and to the side. She was sure she heard something snap. V Pricilla Turnbelt was shocked by the blow. She had under estimated Mark Denenabum. Never before had someone hit her so hard. The pain shot from her neck through her left arm and into the fingers. "Fucker" she thought. Denenbaum smiled. He knew he had delivered an effective blow. Those two free kenpo karate lessons had finally paid off. "Bitch" he thought. "This bitch is going to be mine." Denebaum lost no time. He grabbed a stunned Pricilla Turnbelt by her neck and snapped. He threw her forward and down. Pricilla flipped through the air and landed hard on her back. Denenbaum jumped up and then came crashing down, leading with his elbow. "Umphff." The beautiful deputy district attorney cried out as Denenbaum's elbow smashed into her breasts. Denenbaum quickly stood up, reached down and grabbed PT by the hair. With all his might he pulled the bitch to her feet. He reached back with his free hand and delivered a powerful punch to her mid section. Turnbelt doubled over in pain and then sank to her feet. Denenbaum smiled wide as he again pulled Pricilla to her feet. He decided it was time to claim his "trophy." With unexpected quickness, Denenbaum reached forward and ripped off Pricilla's bikini top, revealing two magnificiently shaped breasts. Denenbaum's smile turned into a fixed stare. He let out an audible gasp at the sight of Pricilla Turnbelts ravishing beauty. Her perfectly formed breasts with nipples standing hard in defiance. Mark Denenbaum stopped fighting, his mind flooded in lust. He could think only of his urge to grab those beautiful mounds of flesh with those large, beautiful, and somehow menancing nipples. Almost hyptonized, Demenbaum grabbed Pricilla's waist and pulled her close. Turnbelt, a bit dazed by Denenbaum's flurry of punches and flips, did not resist. She willing let him draw her into him. Both to capture back her breath and to use this male's selfish lust against him. Pricilla was in her element. She knew she had a beautiful body, by any and all standards. She knew that men went wildly lustful when she was in their presence. However, she also knew that she felt virtually no sexual feelings for men. It was those physically beautiful women, like herself, that were the ones that made her weak in the knees. In that respect she was, according to the talk shows, a "lipstick lesbian." Regardless, Pricilla knew that with men, she could use her sexuality to their detriment. When administrative assitant distric attorney Mark Denenbaum was fully in her embrace, Pricilla Turnbelt grabbed a crop of the man's hair. Without a word she snapped Denenbaum's head into her left breast. "Suck it!" He was mesmerized by the touch of her skin and the cool hard nipple now forced between them. He sucked. He lost all sense of time and space and sucked. Pricilla smiled then glared as she grabbed Denebaum's head away from her breast. Pulling his hair to control his head, she shoved his face into her elbow joint. With a tug, a yank and a muscled grip, she turned his trapped head into her right breast. Again she ordered: "Come on big boy, Suck 'em. Give this one a big suck for 'mama'." VI "Come on you fucking cunt!" Captain John Robbins was now back on his feet. His weight resting entirely on his left leg; the right was numb and possibly broken. "I'm done playing Mr. Niceguy." Robbins was red with rage. "Now I'm going to prove to you why I'm the boss around here." With that Captain John Robbins, the department fight instructor, forgot about his leg and charged Deputy Sheriff Donna Deborah. Lunging towards her, Robbins felt his loins stir. He lustfully wondered what it would be like to have Donna Deborah naked and tied spread eagle to the floor, her pussy shaved totally clean. He thought about ramming his 6" tool up her box, hearing her moans of delight and when he was ready to come, pulling out and shoving his rod deep down into her throat. He loved to hear them gag just as he explodes deep into their mouths. Robbins didn't notice, but when he was within inches of Donna, she calmly but swiftly stepped to the left, brought her knee up, and rammed it into Robbin's stomach. Donna Deborah saw the captain's eyes instantly change from lust to anguish. "Auuuggghhh" came Robbins scream. His momentum causing him to stumble forward and then crash down hard onto his face. Donna just stood and smiled. She watched as Robbins struggled to bring himself back onto his hands and knees. She laughed when she saw him before her on his all fours, just like a dog. When Robbins finally got to his feet, Donna moved in to finish him off. Using what she had learned the other day, Donna delivered a snap punch to Robbins' mid section, a vicious upper cut to his chin, a resounding left hook to the side of his head and a final powerful no nonsense right punch square to his nose. Robbins never had a chance to defend himself. He went down with a thud! Donna felt warm inside. Reflecting on the martial arts/boxing lessions she and Pricilla had been given by Lon Luc Ton, Donna silently uttered: "Finally, a man had taught me something I could actually use." VII "Cunt?" Pricilla whispered in Denenbaum's ear. The administrative assistant was still in a trance as he continued to play homage to Pricilla's lovely breasts. "Is that what you called me?" The question was mockingly rhetorical. "Okay honey boy, I'll show you a cunt!" Pricilla's voice was soft but certain. This fucking asshole will see her cunt alright, upclose and personal like. But first she needed to repay him for the pain she was feeling in her neck. In an instant that shocked Denenbaum's mood of euphoria, Pricilla slammed her left fist into Denenbaums mid section and shouted, "Fucker!" Denenbaum doubled over, involuntarily releasing his mouth from Pricilla's breast and yelled out in pain. "Aaahh, shit." Without missing a beat, Pricilla brought her right leg up and into Denenbaum's chin. When he was standing straight up again, Pricilla grabbed Denenbaum's head with her right arm, turned and flipped this new administrative assistant hard onto his back. Her wrestling technique was nearly flawless now. Immediately she grabbed his hair and pulled him to his feet. She punched him again into the midsection. Denenbaum again doubled over, exposing the backside of his neck. Pricilla saw the opening and took it. With her right hand fisted in a half cup, Pricilla propelled her right arm down and into the left side of Denembaum's neck. Mark dropped to his left knee. A split second later, Pricilla raised her left arm and smashed towards Denenbaum's right shoulder where her fisted hand cracked down hard onto the nap of the man's neck. Denenbaum's right knee gave way and he slumped to ground, broken and helpless at Pricilla's feet. VIII Donna walked over to her victim's prone body. Looking down at her bloodied Captain, the Deputy Sheriff's eyes revealed a sinister glare. Captain John Robbins was all hers now! and she relished in the thought of turning this overgrown meathead into a trembling piece of meatloaf. Confident in her victory, Donna had taken the time to flex the muscles in her calves with each step. She was preparing her limbs to squeeze the very life out of her "boss." When she was directly over him, deputy Donna Deborah raised her leg and placed her left foot on her Captain's head. Slowly forcing him into the mat she could feel the flesh from the sole of her foot push through the nape of his neck. A moment later she used that same foot to turned Robbins over onto his back. The Captain offered no resistance. He was beaten. Standing over him, legs positioned on either side of her defeated foe, Donna jumped up, knees bent slightly and then dropped swiftly onto his chest. "Uummpphhhffflll" The sound was almost sickening. Donna really didn't want to crack any ribs, but it wouldn't have bothered her if she did. She wanted it very clear that she deserved the transfer and there would be no fucking with her when she took her position on vice. After delivering this punishing blow, Donna let out a grunt and snarled a victorious "You Lose! Meatloaf." With that, Deputy Sheriff Donna Deborah took her victory by leaning forward onto Robbins' outstretched stomach, her head facing his legs, her legs resting over his weakened face. The victorious amazon spread her legs, turned, and grabbed Robbins' head, placing it between her thighs. Jocking his head a bit, the Deputy positioned her "boss's" limp skull exactly where she wanted. Her muscled thighs clamped tightly around his head and neck in a type of reverse headscissor. Donna knew that the minute she applied pressure, the veins in her beaten foe's head would come bulging through his scalp. As Donna Deborah applied more and more pressure to the Captain's head, her mind drifted to Penny. Beautiful Penney. Her roommate and lover for over four years. Donna thought of Penney's strong, gorgeous legs: a product of five years as a ranking amateur beach volleyball champion. It requires unbelievable leg strength to compete in that game and Donna could only imagine what damage those solid steel legs could do to this macho pig. While Donna dreamed about pitting Penny against some arragant man in a club match, she failed to realize that Captain Robbins had gone unconcious. Robbins was absolutely out cold. Hopefully he wasn't dead! Donna placed her ear to Robbins' heart. She sighed a bit of relief as she heard his heart beat. It was slow, but definitely beating. Donna pulled herself up and had to laugh when she saw her fight instructor spread eagled on the mat. "I may get hurt?" remembering her Captain's words to her earlier that day. "Your right, I did break a finger nail." Mockingly she looked and admired the nail that she had in fact broken. She chuckled when she saw the four inch scar Robbins will have, once he wakes up and cleans off the blood. Donna walked over to the side of the mat and removed an eight foot length of rope from her gym bag. Returning to her thoroughly beaten and still unconcious foe, Donna tied John Robbins' hands behind his back and then wrapped the remaining length of rope around his legs. He was hogtied and helpless and would not be able to release himself without the help of another. Donna thought about tying the rope around John's cock and then around his neck, but she really didn't want to humilate him in front of his staff. He was still the boss. But then again, she wanted him to always remember that it was she who had defeated him like he had never been defeated before. With that in mind, Donna removed her loosing fitting black gym trunks and then her orange colored jocky under panties. She was suprised to find that they were a bit moist. Guess the combat was more exciting than she thought. Donna reached down into Robbins pants and grabbed his cock. It was dead limp. Using both hands, Donna tied her briefs around his balls. When done, she raised his pants back to his waist. This way, when the next shift found Robbins hog tied, only he and Donna would know that his manhood had been taken away as well. Donna liked that! IX Looking down at the thoroughly beaten and sobbing Denenbaum, Pricilla had to laugh. "Denenbaum - You are about to meet your end. I've dominated your body, now I'm going to humilate your soul!" Towering over him, hands victoriously riding on hips, Pricilla glared down and then with a smile said, "Now lets see, you didn't want to prosecute the stalker because, what was it you said, oh yes, because those items found in his car didn't prove anything." Smiling towards the judge, Pricilla continued, "Lillian what do we have in that little black bag of yours?" Unable to hid her amusement, judge Cartwright reached into the bag and removed an eight foot length of rope. Pricilla had already dragged Denenbaum over near the weight machines so taking the rope from Lillian, the victorious beauty tied Denenbaum spread eagled to the stair master. The judge reached in the bag and grabbed a six inch wide pieces of tape. Handing it to Pricilla, Lillian issued a psuedo judicial order, "Ms. prosecutor, why don't you take your rightful place at, or should I say, on the head of our guest and please demonstrate for Mr. Denenbaum exactly what the stalker had in mind." In compliance, Pricilla first removed her tong bikini bottom and briefly modeled her firm muscled buttocks and neatly shaven pussy for Lillian and her captured opponent. Then, Pricilla walked over to Denenbaum and slowly lowered herself onto his face. She went slow, making sure that Denenbaum took a good look at her cunt. It was an incredible turn on for her to sit on the face of the one she had just beaten, especially when that someone is a man. With the piece of tap hanging in one hand, Pricilla grabbed Denenbaum's wrists together and wrapped the tape around capturing Denenbaum's upper half. With Denenbaum completely in tow, Pricilla repositioned herself so her body was now facing Denenbaum's feet with her beautiful backside hole completely covering Denenbaum's nose. Thoroughly amused, the judge reached into the bag and presented Pricilla with a shinning single edge razor. With that, Pricilla cut Mark Denebaum's bikini briefs from his midsection. The briefs would go into the club's collection of mens jocks and jockyshorts. The women hang them hang next to their lockers, like notches on a bed post. This one would go on Pricilla's, along with the boxer shorts she took from at defense attorney Clark Smith. At the sight of sight of Denenbaum's extra long and extra wide cock, Lillian let out a gasp, "Oohh, looks like you snared a big one, Pricilla." Pricilla just smiled and then turned around, repositioning herself on Denenbaum's chest, pinning his arms to the mat with her knees. Pricilla then raised slightly, putting her exposed pussy no more than four inches directly from Denenbaums face. Pricilla decided she would humilate this guy by giving him a real mouthfull. She was glad she drank those eight glasses of water today. When it came, Denenbaum coughed and tried to raise his hands to protect his face from Pricilla's flush. He couldn't. Pricilla's full weight had trapped his outstretched arms. Besides, his hands were still bound together with the tape. The judge gasped at what she had just seen. Startled and somewhat horrified, but otherwised thrilled, she let out a girlish yelp, "My god Pricilla. You've become quite a suprise." Lillian felt a little weak in her knees. The Prosecutrix's power was more than she first imagined. "This woman definitely has unlimited potential" the judge thought. "Wonderfull Pricilla, now why don't you go get dressed. We're to meet Donna in ten minutes at my place. I'll take care of our Mr. Denenbaum. Pricilla smiled, used the hair on Denenbaum's chest to wipe herself and without a word retreated to the locker room; all the while twirling Denenbaum's jocky briefs in her hand. When she was sure Pricilla could not see her, Lillian Cartwright picked up the shining straight edge razor. A wicked smile crossed her face as she looked down at Denenbaum's hairy genitals. The look from Denebaum was Horror! X The victorious Donna Deborah was halfway out of the Sheriff's activity room when something caused her to stop. Thoughtfully she turned towards the beaten and still unconcious Captain John Robbins. Donna walked back to Robbins and lowered herself to within several inches of Robbins' mouth. She's not sure why, but something told her to grab Robbins head and pull it up to her pussy. When his mouth was but an inch away, Donna moved her lose fiting gym trunk to the side and jammed Robbins' outstretched mouth directly into her cunt. Holding Robbins' head tightly against her, Donna lurched and then peed into her Captain's mouth. Funny, but she actually seemed to enjoy it when she heard him gag. end - part two --