Yes, but she looks good in it

Ice stabbed Nyra's back as the terrifying realization hit her. Her eyes darted down before the moment of shock completely overtook her. During her tantrum, the wealthy woman had thrashed her breasts free. Her head buzzed as blood rushed to her ears and cheeks. Beyond the roaring sound in her own head, Nyra could hear the laughter and jeering of the mob around her.

Face aflame with humiliation, Nyra tried to close her robe, but her hands were still cuffed. She wiggled and pressed her arms together, only succeeding in making her breasts pop out more. And trying to shake her bosom back under the silk, but this only resulted in the exposed woman being assaulted by a chorus of whistles. **** for any help, Nyra turned to her lawyer. His gaze, however, was focused entirely on her naked tits.

The humiliated woman only got relief when the judge sternly announced "that's enough. I will have order." The room quieted down quickly, allowing Nyra's already burning ears to hear "... only take five minutes to coat her face in cum" from an unknown mocker.

"Now that we got that out of our system," the judge stated relaxing into his warmer tone, "I will formally hand control over to Dr. Jayne." Turning to the expertly dressed woman he added "the smart cuffs should respond to your datapad."

"Thank you your honor." The stylish doctor started tapping buttons on the inside of her wrist. Nyra felt latex grow from her smart cuffs and encircle her hands, forcing them into fists. Dr. Jayne nodded with satisfaction.

The judge responded, "feel free to begin reprogramming her at will."

"Your honor please," Dr. Jayne responded indignantly. "reprogram is such a loaded term; I don't do anything so nefarious." She paused to latch a leashed collar around Nyra's neck. "I simply put my charges in situations where selfless acts are easier, more natural, than selfish ones. Jix if you please?" Obediently, Jix, her assistant, presented a bag that Dr. Jayne reached into and pulled out a set of blinders like those for a pony. "These, for example, make it easier to focus on a presented task; the wearer will subconsciously ignore distractions."

"My sincere apologies doctor. While we are on the subject, will you quieten the good councilor's fears and tell us how you will keep his client safe from the other criminals in Black Rock Prison? Do you intend to restrict her to your personal quarters?"

"She will spend some time in our shared bedchamber, but I will mostly keep her safe through a variety of subtle yet effective methods. We will start off with isolation and sensory deprivation therapy coupled with cold-shock treatment, until she overcomes the anxiety of her new situation. She will be kept out of prison clothes to separate her from the inmates' politics. Many times she will be presented to them bound or otherwise **** to invoke their sympathy and create a bond founded on her servitude. I will personally oversee extensive oral training, so she will be able to improve the mood of just about anyone." While she talked, her blue-skinned assistant knelt down to take off Nyra's expensive shoes. "Finally, I will teach her to redirect violent intentions to something both parties can enjoy. Jix here," Dr. Jayne indicated her assistant who was putting Nyra's feet in a pair of rather tasteless ballet heels that appeared to have smart cuffs incorporated into their ankle straps, "responded so well that over her last year she often begged for more challenging predicaments." Dr. Jayne looked down at her squirming charge and stroked Nyra's cheek. "At first it will be difficult, even terrifying, but I'll help you through it; if your good, we'll even pamper that perfect body of yours. Have you heard of seaweed mummification or shibari based stretching?" She hadn't, but the treatments sounded intriguing.

Looking at the well dressed doctor, Nyra realized this woman was the only rational person in the room. For a moment, the exposed executive wanted to bark orders, but she thought better. "Please," she stammered, flustered by the need to be polite as well as her exposure, "can you fix my robe?"

"Maybe later; you need to learn your lesson." Dr. Jayne started to turn away, but looked down at the **** woman. "I suppose I should reward you for your humility." Her hand travelled to Nyra's pussy. The exposed woman gasped as she felt a small bead, no larger than a finger, being pressed into her tender folds. The object started vibrating gently as the doctor explained "it's adhesive, but you should probably still keep a good grip on it."

The judge cleared his throat to get the attention back to him. "I do have one final question: why is Jix still under your care? I thought her sentence ended. Did you apply for an extension?"

"No extension, your honor. She is simply helping me until we can find a suitable position for her in society."

"Well I am satisfied." The judge glanced around his court for objections. Upon seeing none, he added, "you may take the convict at your convenience. Miss patience I'd appreciate it if you would stay so I can go over some details of wealth management."

"Your honor, if I may," Dr. Jayne interjected. "I would like to approach the bench so that my charge can properly apologize for causing an uproar."

"Yes, that's acceptable."

Nyra's cuffs detached from the floating disc she sat on, but kept her hands behind her back. Too bad, she would have liked to pull her robe closed, or at least wrap her arms around her breasts so that the audience wouldn't see the little bounces they made with each step. Fortunately, her belt still held the loose robe over her crotch, for the moment anyway. She had **** but to walk; her captor gently tugged on the leash, and in the ballet heels, Nyra would stumble if she didn't step forward.

Nyra wanted to get the public display over as quickly as possible. So when she reached the side of judge's bench, she instantly murmured "sorry judge."

Before he could reply, Dr. Jayne tutted. "Now, my dear, actions speak louder than words." Her fingers blipped across her wrist pad. Nyra let out a startled gasp as her feet were snapped together by the smart cuffs. Though teetering, the bound convict managed to stay balanced for a single moment until the heels of her shoes extended and she painfully fell knees first onto the scratchy carpet.

The judge looked down with a wolf smile splitting his face. The kneeling woman knew what was next, but was still a little surprised when the penal tentacle snaked out from his robes all on its own. Nyra opened her mouth; her arousal increased at the sight of the judges member. No, that's not right. Dr. Jayne must have turned up the vibrator rubbing against her clit.

Either way, Nyra let the the slimy organ into her mouth and began bobbing her head. It tasted foul, greasy and salty, almost as bad as fast food.

The blinders made sure the judges crotch occupied all of her vision, but Nyra could still hear. After letting out a slight groan, the judge continued with his duties, "Miss patience, you have been chosen to manage the convict's wealth. I hope she has discussed it with you."

"Not in specific detail your honor, but my time under Ms. Locc has left me intimately familiar with her needs."

"Unfortunate. Managing wealth as considerable as this can be difficult. It is important that you give yourself appropriate compensation. This is done by transferring a portion of the assets into your name. The yearly limit has been set to, my my, 20% of the starting balance. Your employer must trust you a great deal."

"I should hope so. I've put in many long hours," commented Lucy a little too gleefully. "It was quite a grind."

The judge's voice remained steady as he explained the resources available to the former intern and the importance of Lucy paying herself even if that would deplete the wealth. His arousal, though, was clearly apparent to Nyra. The tentacle grew in her mouth pushing against the back of her throat until she coughed and gagged. It became impressively long; while the tip filled her mouth, a section of the thick shaft rubbed itself between her full breasts, leaving slick mucus.

When the rotund alien climaxed, he tripped over a few words however, making the crowd laugh. Not only did his ejaculate spray from the head, but also came from several side pours to splatter across the face and chest of the woman servicing him. Cum covered, Nyra emerged from behind his bench to the continued snickering of a crowd that knew exactly what she had done.

The once proud socialite slumped her shoulders and accepted the lewd comments hurled at her as she was led away. She walked awkwardly to keep a grip on the toy between her pussy lips. The juices that were now flowing down her thighs had made it slippery. Nyra told herself she was it would be painful if the bead began to peel itself off of her sensitive lips and that was the only reason she gripped it so tightly.

"Dr. Jayne, a moment please," Lucy said briefly stopping Nyra's walk of shame.

"Yes my dear."

"Does Nyra need to keep that robe? Why don't I collect it now?"

"Good idea."

Nyra felt her cuffs release, but the latex covering remained around her hands. Staring intently at what used to be her shoes, but now were more accurately owned by Miss Patience, Nyra fumbled with her belt. Though her hands were balled up in fists, she was able to disrobe all too easily. She silently handed her last piece of dignity to her former intern still not making eye contact.

"Anything else Miss patience," asked Dr. Jayne.

"Actually, I would like to give you this." Lucy handed a shredded minidress to the doctor. "It's been stained by recent activities that Nyra enjoyed quite a bit. Maybe let her snuggle with it in place of a blanket." At least the impertinent bitch hadn't suggested she wear it. Nyra would rather be naked than seen in rags like that. Dr. Jayne no doubt had a more appropriate outfit in mind anyway.

Dr. Jayne took the orgy-soiled garment. "Thank you," she responded, handing it to Jix who put it in her tool bag. "I will keep that under advisement." After a pause she turned to Nyra and scolded "aren't you going to thank Miss patience for her consideration?"

Nyra was beyond pissed at her assistant. The stupid bitch had stepped way beyond her class today and was probably going to ruin Nyra's wealth with some hedonistic spree. But Nyra still wanted Dr. Jayne to like her, so she mumbled "thank you Miss Patience." Hopefully, the doctors treatments wouldn't keep Nyra tied up too much and she'd be able to assign a financial manager with more foresight.

"Now, now, what have I told you about actions over words."

Nyra's knees hit the floor.