She Gets a Trial

Lisa Martone watch Diana's performance for the comfort of her own office. Sat beside her was a woman that went by the name D.R. or Doctor. D.R. joked that her initials stood for data retriever. However D.R. was not known for her sense of humour. In a way she did retrieve data although she was mediocre with computers. The data she retrieved was not on hard drives or clouds or mobile devices. It was in peoples heads. The Doctor used persuasion to get people to tell her their secrets. D.R. found a little persuasion went a long way, especially when coupled with a lot of pain. Lisa Martone style was to butcher someone with a knife, cutting and hacking their body to bits. D.R. didn't. Her style was to take the knife and make a little cut here, a small incision there, always inflicting pain but keeping damage to a minimum. She wouldn't let anyone die until she was ready to end their life.

She was also unnaturally calm. D.R. could analyse any situation and immediately work out the best course of action. D.R. had once been about to **** a rival gangster for information when he spat at her. It landed on her face. If it had been Lisa, she would have beaten the man to **** with her own two hands. D.R. didn't even flinch. Her rival tried to torment and mock her. "Ah. Have a made the poor lil' lady mad?"

D.R.'s reply was ice cold. "No. I don't get mad. If I did, you would be dead right now." Then she wiped the spit from her face, looked him in the eye and said, "Any you don't get the luxury of ****'s sweet release until I permit it." It took the Doctor less than an hour to make him beg for ****; 47 hours before she actually ended his life.

"What do you think Dee?" asked Lisa as she watched Tommy put his prick away. Lisa was the only person in her operation that knew D.R.'s real name and the only person to call her 'Dee'.

"I want to watch the footage again and I want to know what the bimbo barmaid told our lovely IADC agent." Lisa passed her the remote and summoned Misty.

Two minutes later Misty entered the office and recognised Diana's voice. "That won't work. They'll look at the cameras." It was the third time this scene had been replayed. D.R. watched it carefully.

"What did you tell the bitch to do?" Lisa asked as soon as the door was closed.

"Er, I em, I," stammered Misty was never comfortable when in Lisa's presence. "I said to give him, er the man, er a-a tit-job."

"And you chose the man with the world's smallest dick!"

Misty didn't know how to respond. Fortunately D.R. asked a question she could answer. "What does she mean 'I need to pass this audition'?"

"She was asking, you know about the girls. I told her that the easiest way to ask me as many questions was to work here. You said you wanted her humiliated so I thought..." Misty was silent when she saw the look Lisa gave her. Misty knew what happened to the girls, or at least she thought she did. She had overheard a conversation here, a rumour there and was pretty sure that 2+2 made four.

"So you thought, and let me get this straight," said Lisa in hushed tones, "The best way to humiliate her was to offer her A. FUCKING. JOB." Although the volume of Lisa's tone didn't increase, the amount of menace definitely did. Misty felt like she was being deafened by the last three words.

"I em, I." Misty started to try and back away but she was frozen by the glare her boss, THE boss was giving her. When the Doctor stood, Misty feared the worst. However, rather than approaching Misty, D.R. went over to Lisa and whispered something in her ear. Misty could feel the sweat run down her back.

Slowly Lisa began to nod her head and Misty felt some of the tension leave her body. D.R. straightened herself and said, "If you will excuse me, I need to offer someone a job." With that she left the room, walking with purpose.

Lisa smiled at Misty, Misty willed her facial muscles to do the same. "Take a seat," said Lisa, pointing to the seat that D.R. had vacated. Misty felt a shiver run through her body as she sat. Misty felt that she could now empathise with convicts as they sat in the electric chair. Lisa stood and slow and deliberately walked to Misty. Misty wanted to look away but somehow she was transfixed. When Lisa stood behind her and she could no longer see her boss, Misty focused on the screen in front of her. It now showed a live view from inside the room. Misty could see Diana was on her knees, cupping her tits. The door to the room opened and D.R. entered. Misty felt Lisa's breath on her cheek. "Watch," instructed Lisa. Misty's eyes were already glued to the monitor but she willed herself not to blink. "It seems you may have stumbled across a good idea. We are going to give her a job, and we are going to humiliate her further, and I shall have my **** on Wonder Woman. If all goes according to plan you will be well rewarded. If it fails, or if you fail, I shall personally rip your tits off and make you wear them like headphones. Do you fucking understand."

"Yes Ms. Martone," Misty managed to say.

"Good," said Lisa, putting a hand on Misty's shoulder. "Although it wasn't a question." Lisa chuckled. "Now that business is over, how about a drink." Lisa went over to her own private bar and poured two fingers of whisky.

"Thank you," Misty said as she took the glass in shaking hands. Lisa raised her glass like she was toasting someone then took a sip. Misty copied, the whisky burning the back of her throat but she knew better then to complain.

Lisa produced a pen and some paper from her desk drawer. "What I need you to do now is write down your conversation with you new best friend. Every question you asked her, every question she ask you. Every suggestion that you made. Everything. And just in case your memory needs and prompting, remember what happens if you fuck up."

Misty nodded as she finished her whisky. She didn't need the reminder.

Author's note: This chapter was longer then I thought it would be and certainly lighter on the smut! However I quite enjoyed doing a bit character work. Lisa was set up by Seahawker. I continued the theme of merciless villain seeking ****. In D.R. I wanted a character who would slowly dismantle someone. Lisa would smash down a wall, D.R. would remove it brick by brick. This dynamic may be fun to play with later.

Also I enjoy a good read as much as the next person so if there are any errors (spelling, grammatical etc.) please message me or leave a comment.

Thanks.